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Who: Poland [

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Where: A tearoom
When: March 12...sometime
Rating: PG?
Summary: Ryohei talks to Poland. Because Poland is awesome. And not deaf.
the Story:
There were a lot of things that Ryohei was fed up with, and at the top of the list was "dealing with people named Seimei and Hibari." It wasn't that he was particularly angry at either of them; he didn't mind helping Hibari whenever he needed it, and right now he definitely did, and he hadn't seen Seimei for days. He knew wasn't likely to see him again any time soon, either. But dealing with Hibari meant dealing with Seimei at least mentally, and at the moment that was more than enough.

The whole situation had gotten more complicated than Ryohei liked, and for once, he felt like he needed to talk to someone about it. He couldn't go to Hibari, though, so the next person to come to mind had, somehow, been Poland. Even if the nation didn't remember it, he'd told Ryohei an awful lot about his own problems, and Ryohei felt like it would be okay to talk to him.

He'd sent the nation a message asking him to meet him in a certain tearoom, and that was where he was now, juggling two balls idly with one hand while he waited.

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Poland tilted his head curiously, crossing his legs at the ankle. "People can like, say all kinds of things when they're pissed off, and most people get pretty pissed when you punch them. Like, what'd he say?"

The getting pissed when you punch them thing wasn't really something Ryohei understood. But that was beside the point. He grimaced as he tried to remember the whole exchange.

"...He asked me if I'd kill someone, and I told him only if it was to protect my family. Then he asked what I'd do if I had no strength and I said that would never happen to the extreme!" He paused, and then spoke slowly, recalling Seimei's words as accurately as he could. "And then he said that he hopes I suffer a lot and have to eat my words."

"For real? Like, over the top, much?" Poland blinked, just not quite sure what to say to that. "You're... like, not overstating it or anything?"

Ryohei shook his head. "I mean, I don't think he's going to do anything himself. He's not the kind of guy who usually does stuff to people directly."

"Still," Poland insisted, "who says that? And like, what do you mean, directly? You think he'll like, send someone after you? That's pretty messed." He took a sip of his tea.

"I don't really get it," Ryohei admitted.

"Then he left after Hibari's sight came back, but he didn't explain why, or tell Hibari where he was going. So Hibari didn't sleep for a few days and eventually came back to my room to stay."

That didn't make any sense at all to Poland. He made a face at Ryohei over the edge of his mug.

"Sounds like a totally lame boyfriend to me," he muttered. "Seriously? When Liet got hurt, I like, stayed next to him for three days until he woke up. This Seimei guy just like, takes off without a word?"

"Yeah. Because Hibari glared at him when he noticed I hit him." He shrugged. "Glared at me, too. Because even if he thinks it was uncalled for, he knows I wouldn't to it for no reason. So Seimei felt threatened and left..."

He looked up at Poland. "Hibari showed me their conversation about it later, that's how I know."

Setting his mug down on the table, Poland leaned back in his chair and looked up at Ryohei. "Felt threatened 'cause your friend was pissed at him, or like, 'cause he thought you might punch him again? I mean, I guess if you only hit him once, that's pretty lame either way, but..."

Somehow, he felt like there was something he was missing. Maybe if he remembered what they'd been talking about the night they met...

"Because Hibari was annoyed at him and me. I think, instead of just at me."

He didn't even pretend to know what Seimei was thinking. He understood the older man about as well as he understood quantum physics.

Poland blinked, confused. "That's... weird to the max. But he was mad at you, too, so it's not like he was just playing favorites or something, right?"

"I guess. If he picked a favorite, he'd probably pick Seimei though."

"So what's he complaining for?" Poland sighed. "I totally don't get it."

Ryohei shrugged. "It's okay. I extremely just wanted someone to tell about all this. I can't really talk to Hibari about Seimei, because he'd probably get the wrong idea."

"Yeah, I get that... it really sucks, though, I'm sorry. You can like, talk to me whenever you want, if it helps and junk..."

Ryohei smiled a little. "Well you kind of have a similar problem. So I figured you'd get it."

He blushed, smiling a little nervously at that reminder. "I like, guess that's true..."

"It's extremely different in some ways." The boxer scratched the back of his neck and shrugged. "How's that stuff going?"

"It's, y'know, going," he replied, pulling his knees up to his chest and arranging his skirts again. "Like... I don't know. I feel like I should try to stop being all jealous and stuff, 'cause like... y'know, Pakistan's had a way rough time lately, but it's totally not that easy, right? I can't just like, not feel the way I do about him..."

"Especially when he's all... ohmigod, he's so frustrating sometimes, you know? It's like, he does all the stuff I wish he would without realizing it or meaning anything by it... He like, complimented my dress the other day, and it was just like, 'okay, really? What's up with this?'"

Ryohei nodded. It wasn't like that with Hibari--not at all, really, since Hibari knew how he felt, and Hibari rarely showed affection to him in ways most people would recognize--but he could imagine how frustrating that would be.

"What'll you do?"

"Dude, what can I do? I don't wanna lose my best friend, so I've just... gotta keep my mouth shut and junk, you know?"

"Not really." Ryohei looked at the nation curiously. "I'm extremely not good at not doing something when I have a problem."

Which was part of the reason why his own situation was so frustrating for him.

"Well, yeah," Poland snapped. "Neither am I, but I totally don't have much of a choice about this! He's normal. He's got a girlfriend and stuff, and--and it's not like I should want him that way in the first place, and I don't wanna make things weird for him or push him away, so there's nothing I can do! I've totally thought about it!"

"I know. That isn't what I meant." The boxer leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. "I mean I'm extremely not good at waiting. And sometimes that's the best thing to do."

And sometimes the best thing to do was punch someone. But at times it was hard to tell. And people tended not to like it when you went around punching things when you should be waiting. Or something.

"I still think you're wrong that you shouldn't want him like that. 'Cause if that's the case, then I'm wrong too. But you're extremely right about the rest."

With a sigh, the nation started fidgeting with his skirts. That, he thought, was an advantage to wearing them--they were so easy to play with when he got nervous, it was somehow comforting. "Waiting sucks," he muttered. "And like, how lame of me would it be to spend forever sitting around and just waiting for a guy who's never gonna like me back?"

Not that he saw much of an alternative to that. Other than saying something, losing him as a best friend, and then waiting forever for him to return his affections without any real hope of it.

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