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[cautious_knight]

[There's a young man wandering through the mansion, looking a bit lonely but very calm otherwise. His still brunet hair is cut short and he's wearing a scarf as well as modern clothing; clearly this means that nobody will recognize him. All in all, he looks a lot like Yon-sama only younger.

Also this is too soon to be back from the death you say? Of course it is, but that's because he wasn't dead. He just woke up a long time after everyone left, and had a perfect, complete amnesia. Complete with not remembering his own name or any other person that he has ever met, back home or in the mansion. Of course this will only last the duration of the event, after that he will "just" have a major concussion left. Which isn't there yet. You wouldn't believe that he's been run over by a car just half a day ago.]

Could someone show me where the kitchen is?

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[watchful-knight.livejournal.com]

But...

...that's impossible. How can a person be a nation?

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

We just are. We're like, the soul of a nation given form. We live as long as our people do, and no one's quite sure if our lives reflect history or the other way around, but that's... just kinda how it is. How it's always been. I've totally never really thought too much about it--I mean, it's just how we were born. Created. Arose. Whatever.

[watchful-knight.livejournal.com]

Isn't it painful to - I mean... do you have an own identity?

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Sure. I'm like, the Kingdom of Poland.

[watchful-knight.livejournal.com]

But you said that you and all those people living there felt the same...

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Yeah? I mean... they're me and I'm them and whatever. But it's not like I'm any one of them in particular. I can't be exactly like millions of people. So I'm me, but... okay, gawd. You're like, making me have to think WAY too hard about this...

[watchful-knight.livejournal.com]

[The young man laughs softly and lets go of the nation.]

You don't like thinking about it?

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

It's totally confusing. And it just is, anyway, no matter what I think about it, so like, whatever, right?

...Are you hungry? I'm kinda hungry.

[From crying all day.]

[watchful-knight.livejournal.com]

I guess so... You wanted to show me to the kitchen. Maybe we can cook something nice together?

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[Faint blush!]

...He used to cook with me a lot... [If by "cook with me" he means "cook while I watched".]

Okay. Um. Then... we could like... bake some flatbread and maybe roast some meat to go with it. Sound cool?

[watchful-knight.livejournal.com]

..You'll have to show me how to do that. I don't think that I remember anything.

You and your friend really spent most of your time together, didn't you?

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, I like, used to cook for myself before we were really friends, so that defs shouldn't be a big problem...

...Yeah. We did. We like, had a bunch of stuff in common--farming and food and religion and stuff--and we lived right next door to each other at home, so we've always hung out a lot.

[watchful-knight.livejournal.com]

I'm sure he didn't want to leave you.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

... He... He like, said I didn't need him anymore...

[watchful-knight.livejournal.com]

was he happy about that?

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

I don't know...

[Are you trying to make him cry again, sweetie?]

[watchful-knight.livejournal.com]

[But crying Poland is sweeeeeet. Like sugar. Watch your teeth.]

You should get out and meet friends. I'm sure there are others who mourn him, too.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head, looking shy and afraid because the writers know that the viewers like his troubled face]

I... I'm like, not that great at making friends. I don't...

[Trails off, sniffling a little. Not in the gross, snotty way, in the cute and delicate way, of course.]

[watchful-knight.livejournal.com]

[I like Lithuania's troubled face better, da?]

But I'm sure the two of you had some?

[pets Poland's hair. Normally, this should be awkward, but in drama it looks graceful.]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[Russia, it's not nice to bully the weak!]

I... yeah, but like... Elaine doesn't like me talking about him 'cause she thinks he hurts my feelings, and Wolfram's my fiance so he'd probably get pissed if I talked too much about Liet, and Pakistan and I don't get along that great, and... I don't know. I'm just... [Fidgets shyly!]

[watchful-knight.livejournal.com]

[But if he's in trouble, I can help him. And if he needs me, he'll stay.]

I'm sure they only want you to be happy, so if you explain it to them, it should be alright.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[WARSAW. YOUR CAPITAL. BACK OFF, BITCH, I SAW HIM FIRST >|]

[Okay, that's enough aaaaaaaaangst that IC!Poland-muse is going to drive me crazy bitching about the OOC-ness here if I don't let up a little, so he decides he's sadfaced at a stranger quite enough, and manages a smile, pulling away from him.]

Yeah... Yeah, whatever. So we were like, gonna bake bread, right? And I'll like, see what cuts of meat we've got around today...

[Checking the pantries and refrigerator!]

[watchful-knight.livejournal.com]

[But I captured him now, and he's got such a nice face in this maid dress~]

Whom does all of this belong to?

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

It's like, mine, duh!

[Laughs]

Actually, I guess if it belongs to anyone, it's probs the Queen's. But the Mansion tries to make us comfortable and stuff, when it's not being all crazy and annoying, so it's pretty much all up for grabs whenever people want it.

[He starts laying ingredients out on the counter.]

[watchful-knight.livejournal.com]

...This place is really strange, isn't it?

[His eyes wander between the ingredients, Poland, the interior, the window... everything.]