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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"Okay." The mirror nuzzled Lithuania's hand, curling up demurely at the brunet's side. "Just like, stay with me, and it'll totally be okay..."

"I would never leave you. You know that." He combed through the soft blond hair with his fingers, enjoying the silky feel under his fingers.

The blond sighed softly, turning and kissing gently at Lithuania's palm. There was a subtle difference in wording--I would never leave you versus You can never leave me. Small, but meaningful. The other Poland wasn't... property. Wasn't meant to be ordered.

This Lithuania was so nice, and the other Poland got all the nice things.

Until now. Turning his head a little more, he licked at the other boy's fingertips. "I'm way glad...

Lithuania jumped at that, redrawing his hand hastily, short of shuffling away. What- "Poland?!"

This was strange. Not that Poland licked his fingers, he did that sometimes when there was somethhing sweet stuck to them. But not... not like this. his was strange.

Mirror Poland blinked, looking innocent. The other Poland lived his life largely according to whims that only occasionally made sense to anyone else, so it should be easy enough to pass his actions off as a well-meaning but unthinking act of affection or something.

"Hm? Liet, you look like, totally weird right now..."

Mirror Poland's guess was right. It wasn't that strange for Poland to - but - this... Lithuania blushed and turned his head away, trying to hide his face from the other boy. He really had to stop his mind from wandering to placees that he really shouldn't let it wander to.

"Are you hungry?"

He tilted his head, and smiled up at Lithuania, the innocent warmth of the real Poland's smile tainted slightly with seduction. "Like, not really. Why?"

Deciding to keep Lithuania off balance, he rested a hand on his thigh, stroking it in lazy patterns.

"You..." He gulped and froze in place, trying not to freak. Maybe... maybe Poland wanted to be reassured that he was still wanted? He had mentioned something along the lines that he felt dirty, that he felt that Lithuania wouldn't want to touch him anymore, before. And depending on what had happened, maybe he needed the body contact. Yet... He blushed deeper, feeling his ears heating up, and faced away.

The blond let his hand still, frowning up at Lithuania in feigned concern. Normally, he would push, but Lithuania needed to think for now that he was Poland. And he was all virtuous, so simply offering himself was unlikely to work.

"Are you like, okay and junk? Seriously, your face is like, way red..." He reached up to touch the brunet's face lightly. "Did I say something weird or something?"

"I..." He flushed even darker and shook his head lightly, trying to will the heat on his face away. "D-do you want something to drink?"

"Why, do you?" He smiled, ruffling Lithuania's hair teasingly. "You're like, probably all freaked out over all this stuff with the Queen, so like, maybe you should have one..."

He nodded, smiling back at Poland weakly. "Yes... I probably should..." He stood, his legs feeling a bit wobbly. "I'll get myself something and be back in a minute, alright?"

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The mirror nodded, still trying to get Lithuania to lower his guard. "Totally. Get me something, too, 'kay?"

"I will. Give me a moment." At times like this, the closets really came in convenient. Lithuania was back soon, carrying two containers with thinned beer in them. "Here." He handed one to Poland and sat down on the bed again, taking a few sips from his own glass.

Taking a sip from his glass, Poland made a face. "Mine like, tastes funny. Liet, you should totally trade with me!"

"But-" it is exactly the same, he wanted to finish the sentence, but this was Poland. Reasoning wouldn't work on him. Suppressing a sigh, he traded glasses with the other boy and took a sip from the blond's drink. "...it tastes the same to me."

Well, it would. After all, Mirror Poland wasn't so foolish as to slip Lithuania a drug that he could taste. Nonetheless, he held on to Lithuania's glass.

"For sure? Well, I like, want this one anyway, 'kays?"

"Sure." He laughed softly and reached over to ruffle Poland's hair, smoothing it down as soon as he had done so. The blond didn't like to not look perfectly handsome - well, probably "pretty" was a better word - after all. "Everything you want." He downed the rest of the beer, setting the cup aside.

It was surprising, but somehow, the mirror didn't have to tell himself to smile. He loved attention, approval, and even though it heightened his jealousy to know that his other half got all this affection without doing anything to deserve it, it felt... nice, to be on the receiving end of it. This Lithuania really was too kind...

"Cool." He took a long sip of his beer, hiding his displeasure at the taste.

...Strange. He started to feel a bit dizzy, beer shouldn't have an affect like that on him. He drank it too often for it to have that affect on him, he would have noticed at one point that it did that...

Maybe it was from the tiredness and worrying and stress in general that this place imposed on them. Still, he couldn't just fall asleep here. He had to watch over Poland. Make sure that he was well, that nobody would harm him while he was sleeping. "We should look after the ponies once this is over, and have a ride."

"Yeah, totally!" Stupid, filthy animals. He'd be just as glad to never see them again... "But let's just chill here a while, ok? Come on..."

Grabbing the nation's hand, he lay down and tried to pull him along.

And Lithuania let himself be pulled, because this was Poland and he would have it his way anyway, and because lying down didn't really seem to be a bad idea right now. He could get back up in a moment.

The mirror curled up at Lithuania's side, with a happy little hum. Deciding to test his boundaries a little, he leaned in and kissed at Lithuania's neck.

A shudder ran down Lithuania's spine at that, and he pulled away, looking at the mirror out of half lidded eyes. "Poland...?" It had felt really ...funny? The other nation usually kissed his cheeks, or forehead, or- o-or his lips. That too, yes.

Again, the mirror relied on Poland's oblivious innocence as an excuse, looking up at Lithuania with wide, questioning eyes. "Like, yeah?"

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