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

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

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.

Comments

Oh God, Wolfram, that face :< *HUGS HIM*

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

The mirror sat down, legs crossed, and watched him.

"Careful with that. Some is fine, but too much and you really won't be able to perform."

Does not want~ T_T

[bishonen-puu.livejournal.com]

Wolfram looks over at him then downs a second glass and comes over to the bed, sitting down and untying his cravat slowly.

"What should I call you?"

He looks so sad ;A;

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

For a moment, he looked almost sad. "Poland is the only name I have," he said. He hated it. The way his looks, his voice, his name tied him to his opposite. The way that the real Poland defined everything that he was.

Y U DO?!?!

[bishonen-puu.livejournal.com]

Wolfram nods and swallows the lump in his throat then leans over and kisses him.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Trying to ignore the unpleasant emotions brought up by his name, the mirror threw himself into the kiss, licking and sucking expertly at Wolfram's lips.

[bishonen-puu.livejournal.com]

Wolfram just hoped that in the end this was worth it. He needed to rescue Poland from the Red Queen.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Considering that the mirror had no intention whatsoever of honoring his side of the bargain, there wasn't much hope of that happening.

[bishonen-puu.livejournal.com]

It was the first thing Wolfram was interested in, though, when everything was said and done. He sat on the bed getting his clothes back on and in order.

"Are you satisfied now?"

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Mirror Poland lay on the bed, taking his time about catching his breath. No need for anything like clothes, yet.

"Mm, yes. But satisfied enough to defy Her Majesty? I think not."

[bishonen-puu.livejournal.com]

Wolfram flinches and glares at him. "What do you mean? You said you'd help me save Poland if I did that."

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

"Are you familiar with the concept of lying?"

[bishonen-puu.livejournal.com]

Wolfram stares. That is... unforgivable. He gets up and grabs his sword, pointing it at Poland.

"You will take me to him now or I will kill you!"

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

He sat up, brushing his hair out of his face. "If you do that, all you'll accomplish is using up one of his lives."

[bishonen-puu.livejournal.com]

"Why should I believe you?!"

Wolfram noticed his sword was trembling in his grip and tightened on it firmly, steeling his face as well. This was not the time to be emotional. Poland needed help and this... this lying mess was his only clue.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

"Because it's the safer option. If you disbelieve me and you're wrong, you'll hurt your little friend. Could you live with that?"

[bishonen-puu.livejournal.com]

Wolfram hasn't felt hate this strong in a long time. He clenches his jaw but that's not enough. He goes and moves the dresser from the door but turns and lights a flame in his hands.

"You'll pay for this with your vanity, then."

He shoots the strong flames at Poland and the bed and closes the door behind him, running away as fast as he can in hopes he can outrun the guilt and everything else that's following him from that room.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

The mirror didn't manage to avoid the flames entirely, but it didn't matter, honestly. Nations were notoriously difficult to cause real damage to, and he had already gotten what he wanted from Wolfram.