[A. 1333 Benny Road]

[Lauranatis family, your favorite neighbor is here. He'll just let himself in, no need to trouble yourselves with getting up.]

Liet! I heard you were like totally diseased and stuff so I made my wife make you something to make you feel better!

[Hope you like Lime Jello Marshmallow Cottage Cheese Surprise!]

[B. Phone - Filtered to Stone 456]

Hey Lizzy! Ditch your obnoxious husband for the afternoon and lets go shopping, I'm bored.

Oh and while we're out I want to annoy the shoe salesman who was harassing me about wanting to try on the polkadot heels before I bought them last week.

We can make him pull every pair of shoes in the store to fit us with--you take the ladies side and I'll take the men's side-- and we won't buy any of them! I figure we can make him break down and cry after an hour. Maybe forty-five minutes if we're totally on our game.

It'll be fun!

 A. Action - 1332 Benny Road

[Poland didn't care much for nightmares, especially of the dream within a dream variety. One moment he was happily laying in the ryefield of his dreams, only to shift to a nightmarish one where he woke up in Mayfield.

Although he had to admit waking up in Mayfield again was one of the more vivid dreams he'd had in a while. The out of date pajamas he'd woken up in felt itchy to him. The set up of the master bedroom was exactly as he remembered. Even his assigned drone wife was there, chipper and unnerving as ever. If it weren't so terrible, he'd commend his rem state for it's attention to detail.

The problem with nightmares though, was that you couldn't do anything about them until they ran their course. Trying to force yourself awake didn't really work. No matter how much arm pinching or cheek slapping  or shouting "wake up" repeatedly at your reflection in the bathroom mirror one tried. All of which Poland tried regardless, to no avail.

Waiting to wake up, Poland got up and riffled through his closet. At least this nightmare was kind enough to remember the clothing he'd gotten back from home the last time he'd been here so he didn't have to wait while looking like a dork.]


B. Action - 1333 Benny Road

[Good morning neighbors! You have a vistor from next door of the equestrian variety, poking his head through the kitchen window and trying to snatch fruit off your counter.

You weren't going to eat all those apples yourselves. Mr. Pony is just making sure they don't go wasted. You can thank him when you wake up.]


C. Action - Around Town

[Reacquainting himself with Mayfield was not how Poland anticipated spending his day. It didn't take long to recognize everything and relearn his way around. Compared to finding his way around some of his larger cities it was relatively simple to remember.

His cities were definitely better though. There really wasn't much to like about Mayfield in his opinion. Hence why he decided to reacquaint himself while riding Mr. Pony around. Might as well make something about it enjoyable! Nothing brightens up stuff like including ponies after all.

Don't mind the less than bubbly blonde taking up half the side walk riding around on his pony. Or do mind. Up to you.]

[A. Outside 1332 Benny Road - Backdated to the day after the end of Welcomefield]

[After spending the morning droned as Mr. Feliks Łukasiewicz, Poland actually smiles at the three boxes that showed up in the mail later on in the day. Lithuania said that Poland would get his nationhood back soon and it actually seemed like he would now!

Not even bothering to take them back into house, Poland just plops down on the front lawn with them. He'd already done his waiting, like months of it. He couldn't wait another minute. He runs the serrated edge of his house key along the tape securing the top of one of the boxes and pulls the cardboard flaps back.]

. . .

[Poland tilts his head as he looks down at the pull toy Ukraine gave him at America's Halloween party last year. The memory it brought back was nice, but... time to move onto the next box.]

. . .

[Which was full of clothes. Of course they were fabulous clothes, they were his after all. Any other time Poland would have been happy to get them back. But now they just left him with one box.]

. . .

[Poland hesitates slightly, his heart fluttering in his chest a little. It'd been a while since he'd felt this anxious over something. He was so carefree normally anyone would find it hard to believe that he actually did worry over things. And not getting his nationhood back was something he thought was worth worrying about. Taking a deep breath and scraping together the last of his optimism, Poland tears into the box and throws it open.

Sitting in the middle of the box is a single cup, filled simply with dirt.]

A cup. Of dirt.

[Poland picks up the cup to stare at it. When you spend a good portion of your life feeding the majority of Europe, you got to know dirt pretty well. Picking up a dirt clod and letting it break up in his hand, Poland recognizes it from home from just the feel of it.

This was his land.

But. Without his nationhood it was just... dirt.]

No. No way. No freaking way.

[Poland tears through the box of clothing one more time. Maybe he missed something. Maybe there was something else in here. There had to be something else in here. He can feel his hands shaking and his breath catching in his throat as he flings shirts and skirts and pants haphazardly all over the lawn, not caring where they land or that he'll have to scrub out grass stains later. The box empties quickly and he's left staring at nothing.

It wasn't fair. He'd never gone this long without knowing how they felt or what they looked like or what they were saying. He'd been wiped from the map for 123 god damn years only to be wiped out again a few years later and still he'd never been isolated from them like this. He was able to rise from the ashes of a ruined land because of them. They kept him going, they kept him fighting, they kept him alive. It was their belief in him that made him who he was.

Who the hell was he anymore without them?

He'd died.

He didn't want to admit it. The idea of dying was so utterly foreign to him that he refused to believe it had happened once before, right after coming to Mayfield. He'd died. And it happened again just yesterday.

He'd died because he'd tried to find a way out of this town and Mayfield sent a harsh reminder of what his existence was now. Mayfield's Mr. Łukasiewicz; Head of 1332 Benny Road, town tailor. That's who he'd spent the morning as anyway. Fixing his tie and shining his shoes. Greeting his wife and doting on his children. Maybe the happiness he'd been forced to feel this morning wasn't so terrible.

At least compared to the hollowness he felt trying to cling to the belief he was still Rzeczpospolita Polska...

....and the realization that without his people, there was no longer a reason for him to rise again.]

...

[Poland simply lays in his front yard holding the cup of dirt; surrounded by torn open boxes, discarded clothing, and the tipped over pull toy. He can't find the energy to do anything else right now.]

 [1333 Benny Road - Locked to Lithuania - Backdated to AU-Field ] 

[After his confrontation with Koharu, Poland was kind of agitated and upset. Anyone would be if they thought their husband was wavering in his commitment to them by flirting with cute girls.

Their 444th wedding anniversary was even coming up in July! Seriously what the heck Liet, totally unacceptable.

Still. Marriages take two. Flirting wasn't technically a crime, maybe it was just a sign that things had just gotten too complacent between them. Something just needed to be done to keep things fresh.

So, he has prepared a night of epically romantic proportions! He'll just be sitting in Lithuania's bed. Waiting.

Poland was a lot of things, but he was not at all boring or predictable. Not even after four centuries.]

A. [Action - Around Town]

[Poland's on his way home from the hardware store after loading Mr. Pony up with a pretty hefty pile of wood, nails, paintbrushes and some tools. Despite how heavy the load looks Mr. Pony seems fine with it for being such a small pony. Poland's at least helping with the load, swinging two large paint cans back and forth in his arms as he walks.

Care to bug them?]

B. [Action - 1333 Benny Road]

[Lithuania had made up with him, but things still weren't really back to normal. Relationships heal with time.... or something. So he thought of something fun to do that might hurry time along.

He'll ring the door bell and hop back down the steps to wait. Just incase Lithuania had a lingering urge to punch him off the front porch again.]


C. [Phone]

Um... so I have like a bunch of totally un-used wood and stuff from this thing I was building and I don't really need it so if anyone else wants it you're like totally free to take it. Also pink paint, but I think I might keep that and paint my house with it. A pink house would be super cute, right?

Oh you have got to freaking kidding me!

[Out of all the things Mayfield had done so far, making Poland wake up in America's body was probably in the top five worst things.]

Is he seriously this blind without his glasses, I totally can't see anything!

[Maybe the top three depending on how petty Poland was feeling.]

Ew, when was the last time he scraped out the dirt under his fingernails?! Ew ew ew!

[He was feeling pretty petty.]



B. Phone:

Whoever has my super fabulous body better get on this phone right now! [Wow that was super loud. America's vocal chords really don't have any volume control do they.]

Oh my god, this is so totally gross.

(OOC: Will be replying to comments with nowmydialectmakessense!)

[A. Victim: Crowley]

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[B. Victim: Gawain]

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[C. Victim: Oerba]

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[D. Victim: Keith Goodman]

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[E. Victim: Maladict]

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[F. Victim: Anyone]

[With these five chain letters circulating around an unintended target could have also received one! Or more! Will you continue the chain or... suffer the consequences of your inaction?]

A. Town - Anywhere [Backdated to March 21]

[All this fighting was lame. Poland's decided it's time to have some fun and get out of this grody mood once and for all! What's the best way to uplift one's mood?

Pranks, duh.

Apparently everyone in town is going crazy over ghosts of all things, so it's provided a perfect opportunity. Grabbing a bed sheet and making a few simple modifications Poland's masterful fantastic completely realistic ghost costume is complete!

He's just going to hide out and bounce out from behind objects around town to scare people. Prepare to be totally terrified!]


[OOC: Since Poland's hiding under the sheet, his usual shyness shouldn't be a factor. So if you're new and he hasn't met you before, expect no mercy! Unless the sheet is somehow removed of course.]

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B. Town - Tailor's: Later [Backdated to March 21]

[Poland's back from pranking and laughing about how much fun he had.]

Kyahaha! That was so much fun! So many hilarious faces! Like as if there's any such thing as a real ghost!

[He's so caught up in laughing he doesn't even notice his sheet brushing up against one of the sewing machines, which seems to have turned on by itself.

Apparently ghosts don't appreciate being mocked, which Poland will find out when the possessed machine suddenly starts sewing him into his sheet, turning it into some variation of a straight jacket.]

What the heck? AHH!

[a. Outside Mayfield Hospital-back dated to January 31st]

[Poland's standing outside Mayfield hospital with a cardboard box over his head while clutching to a prescription pad and a pen. He swiped the prescription pad off a counter and found the box in a hospital supply closet. No matter what, he's not taking that box off his head. He doesn't want anyone to see what that terrible doctor did to him, even if it means he has to walk home blind. There wasn't anything he could get his hands on that was sharp enough to cut through the box, so it lacks eye holes for him to see out of.

Hopefully he'll manage to find his way back to his house, stumbling around stubbornly along the sidewalk.]

[b. 1332 Benny Road]

[Only after getting inside his house, closing and locking the door and pulling all the drapes closed on the windows does he hesitantly take the box off.

In place of his head, rests a pony head sewn to his neck with infected sutures.

Poland knows that cleaning the stitches is important, the incision wound is still oozing slightly of blood and yellow pus and it's been causing him a lot of pain and nausea, making him feel disorientated. He digs around the house for something to sanitize them with, pulling apart the cabinet under the kitchen sink for peroxide or betadine... when he feels something brush up against his back, gently.

Poland nickers something softly, to say "not right now," since he can't verbalize the words thanks to his new appendage, but it brushes up against him again. Turning he expects to see his pet pony trying to comfort him.

Instead he turns suddenly realizing where Dr. Johnson had gotten the decapitated equine head now sewn onto his shoulders. He was face to face with his own human head sewn on to Mr. Pony's body.

Even with everything in his house shut, locked, and hidden away; Poland's horrified scream echos through the neighborhood.]

[c. Phone]
...
[Oh, right. Poland can only make pony noises. The phone is utterly useless to him.]

[Click.]