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

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axis powers hetalia: poland

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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Oh, man, Ryohei. Messing with you is like taking candy from a baby with an unusually short attention span!

M!Pol kept pulling until he got the whole bandage, looking childishly pleased with himself. He could halfway imagine his other doing the same, as a means of amusing himself. Like a kitten with a piece of string.

As long as it was a particularly extreme baby, Ryohei would not argue.

The bandage of course wasn't really covering anything, other than a few bruises on his knuckles. He's curious, but not worried in the slightest. "What're you doing?"

He kept smiling, waiting for Ryohei to be not paying attention again. Really, it seemed like just a matter of time.

"Nothing, I guess. It's like, just fun to play with~" He batted the strip of cloth around idly, to demonstrate.

Ryohei nods. Oh, he knows. He goes back to picking at the remaining bandage on his other arm. It only seems fair that he should share with Poland, since he has two.

While Ryohei played with the other bandage, Mirror Poland tried to tie his ankles together, wrapping the bandage around loosely a few times before suddenly pulling it tight.

Okay, that gets his attention. Ryohei's head snaps up and he blinks dumbly several times, but isn't really alarmed.

"Why'd you do that?" He leans forward, reaching for the bandage now wrapped around his ankles.

"Bored," he declared simply, with a very Poland-like little shrug. He batted Ryohei's hands away gently, too lightly for any sense of urgency. "Don't touch it, I'm gonna make it pretty!"

And a pain in the ass to untie. But that part didn't need saying, did it?

"That is extremely not how you use bandages, Poland."

But he doesn't stop him.

"Sure it is~"

He tied the knot carefully and securely, so that it would only tighten if pulled on, and then tied a pretty bow on top. "There!"

Ryohei surveys Poland's work and shifts his legs a bit, testing the knot. He frowns a bit when he finds that the bandage is tied tightly.

Still smiling, the mirror pushed at the back of Ryohei's knees, aiming to send him to the floor.

Okay, he wasn't expecting that and with his ankles tied together trying to catch himself doesn't really work out so well. Ryohei falls on his face, surprised and winded from the impact.

Quickly, the mirror sits on Ryohei's back, pinning his unbandaged arm down and working on stealing the remaining bandage. Too easy~

The bandage unwinds easily, since Ryohei hand been playing with it and hadn't resecured it before Poland knocked him over.

It takes Ryohei a moment to realize what's going on, and when he does he tries to push himself up. This...probably doesn't work out as planned, unfortunately.

"Poland! Get off to the extreme!"

"Hmmmm... no. No, I don't think so."

Grabbing both of Ryohei's arms, he tried to wrench them behind his back and tie them up, too.

Ryohei is not going to make this easy, struggling to get his arms out of Poland's grasp.

The mirror jabbed his knees into Ryohei's side, annoyed by his continuing struggle.

"Hold still." He decided to focus on one arm at a time, trying to tie a tight knot aroun the boxer's right wrist.

Ryohei winces and whips his free left arm back trying to elbow Poland.

"What are you doing?!"

The elbow connected, though probably not with all the force that Ryohei would have wanted it to. Poland groans, but there's something a little bit... off about the sound, like it's not really pain.

"Tying you up ♥"

He checked the knot, then, holding on to the bandage near his right wrist to keep it from moving, grabbed for his left arm.

Yeah, that sound...that was weird. And while Ryohei's pausing to process it, Poland manages to get his left arm.

"Well stop it!"

He tries to pull his arm free.

In the effort not to lose his hold on Ryohei's left arm, the mirror had to use both of his hands. Since he was still grabbing the bandange in his right hand, Ryohei's right arm might very well have been jerked in a less than comfortable way.

"Haven't I told you to stop moving?"

Having had that arm broken relatively recently, Ryohei stills somewhat, not wanting a repeat injury.

"Why?"

The mirror rolled his eyes as he secured Ryohei's wrists and a few inches of forearm together, doing a good job with the knot and tucking the ends in so Ryohei wouldn't be able to reach them easily.

"Take a guess."

"I mean, why're you tying me up?"

He squirms, testing his bonds. He has a feeling he could rip through them if he really tried, but it would probably hurt. It's good to know, though.

Getting off of Ryohei, he tried to flip him over onto his back. "Because you won't let me touch you otherwise."

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K-keywords /sob

Hahaha, oh, Ryohei. So derpy.

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