entrancelogs | I play my part, and you play your game [OPEN]

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I play my part, and you play your game [OPEN]

Who: Mirror!Poland and OPEN
Where All around the real side of the mansion
When: July 18th
Rating: Rated R+ for M!Pol. I think we all know why. Specific warnings for sexual content, non-con, violence, bondage, dubcon, and M!Pol being a big enough bitch to make Nai cry on purpose. ~~Did I miss any?~~
Summary: On Her Majesty's orders, Mirror Poland crosses over to the real side in order to send Poland to the mirror side. And while he's here, he's got permission to enjoy himself...
the Story:

He'd waited for this day. Patiently, eager though he was to see his other suffer, he'd bided his time... Now, finally, Her Majesty had a task for him, and Mirror Poland didn't intend to disappoint her. She was his highest master, after all, more important even than Mirror Lithuania; he owed her nothing less than utter obedience. And in her graciousness, she had been kind to him--permission to play with her little toys on the other side! He could never have asked for better.

The sensation of crossing the mirror was new to him, and he was keenly aware of it, savoring it. After all the months of watching Poland's room, it was peculiar to actually be standing in it, but of course, that was an irrational thought. It wasn't unlike his and Mirror Lithuania's room. Not really, not so far as the eye could see... He glanced around, to be certain that Lithuania hadn't been awake to witness the switch; he lay in the bed, beside the still-warm pile of blankets that had been covering Poland. Perfect.

It was tempting to climb into that abandoned spot, to show Lithuania then and there what he was missing by choosing a flighty little prude like his other. But he had a plan, and he would stick to it--the rest of the mansion first, and then Lithuania, with false tears about how terribly the mirrors had treated him.

However much time the Queen wanted, Mirror Poland was sure he could find rewarding ways to fill it. Dressing in one of Poland's dresses, he slipped silently out of the room and began to prowl the mansion, poking his head into the common rooms and occasionally seeking out Poland's friends. There was no sense in wasting time now, of all times--he had a whole new mansion full of toys, and only a few days to play with them before Her Majesty called him back.

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This really was going to take all of his skill at lying like a bitch. A look of defiance, one he wore rarely if ever, came over his face.

"Tch'yeah, totally heard. Like I'd let her get me, though!"

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"Good. We should have you lie low I guess. There's got to be a place for you to hide for now."

He looks around the hall to see if there's anyone around.

There wasn't.

"No clue where... You should totally hang with me until this blows over a bit, though! I mean, I like, don't wanna go back to Liet's and my place and get him in trouble or whatever, right?"

Wolfram nodded sagely. "I agree. She'd look there first. Come on."

Wolfram grabbed his shirt sleeve and walked him towards a random room that they could hide him out in.

"You're like, the best, Wolfram!"

Little fool. As though Her Majesty would need to resort to something as base as playing hide and seek with that brat Poland. Nevertheless, he was pleased at how easy it was to get this first of Poland's friends alone. "So like, where are we going exactly?"

"Anywhere. This room will do." He slammed the door open and looked inside. Didn't look like anyone's room. He pulled Poland inside and closed it. "There's infinite rooms so it'll take her a long time to figure out which one you're in. By then we'll have come up with a plan to keep you out of harms way."

He was glad he'd brought his sword. He was ready for a fight if it came to it. He'd faced impossible foes before--sure, Yuuri won and not him but he'd still come out of it alright. And it wasn't as though Poland was a damsel in distress.

"Do you have a sword or a knife or something hidden under that dress?"

"I... like, didn't think about it." It seemed like the kind of thing that his idiot of an other would forget. Maybe. "I was just kinda trying to get out of there, right? But there's totally a closet right here..."

He walked over to the closet, grabbing a generic sword out of it. He didn't have the confidence of the real Poland, but on the bright side, he had a far greater appreciation of pain and violence... and he probably wouldn't have anyone to fight, considering that Poland was already kidnapped.

"You should be more careful. You could have ended up in danger. Then what would Liet do?" Wolfram shook his head. Oh, Poland. Think things through better!

He went about making sure the room was secure. The dresser was moved in front of the door, the window shade drawn, the lights out. No one had really explained the mirrors to him in enough clarity for him to think to drape them. Still, in the dark they would be fine. He thought.

Mirror Poland sighed, melodramatically. He thought he was doing a good job of impersonating his other, so far... "Well, apparently I can like, get in trouble for how I talk, so whatever, right?"

"She won't get you. Don't worry."

Wolfram smirks with self confidence, hand on his sword. "Even if your knight in shining armor isn't here right now, I'm more than an equal substitute."

Well, that was as good an excuse to make a move as any. The mirror approached Wolfram, a slight smirk on his lips as he drew close.

"That you are," he murmured, wondering vaguely if his own Lithuania would be upset at him for seducing this Wolfram. Probably not--it was only the mirror he had a grudge against, and this one was less likely to try and own him. "...You like, know you're a better kisser than him? By like, a lot."

Wolfram blinked at him and blushed, looking at the ceiling to avoid his face. "Uh, well.. uh.. Naturally. Not that I've kissed lots of people but I'm sure Yuuri will appreciate a natural like myself."

Awkward~ It seemed odd Poland would mention that. That hasn't exactly been a good event for them... and he still felt hot thinking about his behavior.

Ignoring Wolfram's attempts to regain his personal space, Mirror Poland leaned up and whispered in his ear.

"We could get some more practice, while we're stuck here..."

Wolfram backpeddaled. "P-Poland! What in Shinou's name are you suggesting!" He swallowed hard. "You-YOU have Lithuania and I have Yuuri!"

He tilted his head to the side, a slight, calm smile playing about the corners of his lips.

"I totally know that," he murmured. "What I'm suggesting is that we could both make them happier if we... took more chances to hone our skills."

Wolfram's mouth was unhinged. There was no way--Noooo Way!--that he heard that right from Poland. It was outragious. He put a hand out to keep his distance.

"You're not thinking well right now. I mean.. maybe you need to sit down."

"You're not afraid, are you?" Men. When in doubt, play to their pride.

"Afraid?! No! I'm just... I'm not of lose morals! There are some things that a couple do and they should only do it together! I'm not a cheater!" Wolfram was still rather red in the face. Yes, he most certainly wanted to be skilled and please his Yuuri when the time came but he loved Yuuri too much to imagine practicing with someone else!

The very idea!

"Excuses, excuses..." The mirror tilted his head for a moment, then made another attempt to get into Wolfram's personal space. "It's like, not cheating if they'll never know."

Wolfram grabbed Poland's shoulders to keep him at a distance.

"If Yuuri ever did that and though it would be okay so long as I didn't know, I'd kill him. It's not okay, Poland. And you shouldn't want to do that to Liet."

Ugh. Wolfram was just like Poland, honestly... All morals and inhibitions.

"You wouldn't, because you wouldn't know. It can't hurt them if they don't!"

"What has gotten into you?!"

Wolfram gripped his shoulders hard. "I can't believe you're saying such things! This isn't like you!"

"Maybe, after 500 years, I'm sick of playing nice all the time. Does it matter? I want you."

Wolfram's brain has stopped functioning. This.. how can Poland think and say things like this? This is...

"Poland, has the queen gotten to you? What's wrong?"

Taking advantage of Wolfram's clear lapse in brain function, Mirror Poland leaned in close, pressing their bodies together and nibbling at his ear.

"Nothing's wrong. I feel wonderful."

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Not the medieval equivalent to a banana in the pocket.

M!Pol is disappoint at your lack of purposeful innuendo.

will try harder for cookies

M!Pol is out of cookies. Will sexual favors do as a substitute?

O.O;;

<3?

::runs away~::

There's no running from M!Pol, bb! *harrasses!*

AH~!

All of Poland's smiles are too derpy and not creeper-y enough...

Awww

This account fails at being M!Pol.

Aw -_- Still works okay though~

<3

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There's no running from M!Pol, bb! harrasses!