Szesnaście -- Written

[polishrule]

[If there's one thing Poland has noticed it's that nobody seems very happy. Which is pretty impressive that he's noticed. But it's really hard not to when people are talking about death and all that. But he knows people come back so he can't really see why people are staying so depressed. After all, they come back.

And if there's one thing Poland is

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[refinedmaestro]

[Frederic finds this a little odd, but it's Poland. He's gotten use to his quirky ways and so he doesn't mind it all the much.]

Feliks, I'm certain many appreciate you wanting them to be happy. But... I do not know if having them become Polish will help.

[VOICE]

[polishrule]

[Writing is boring so Frederic always gets voice. Always.]

Uh, it so will. Aren't you like, really happy being Polish?

[VOICE]

[refinedmaestro]

[Frederic didn't want to do voice, but he supposed since it was Poland it was only fair to do it for him. The sound of someone not feeling well is evident.]

Of course I'm glad to be Polish. But as of late, I'm not all that happy.

[VOICE]

[polishrule]

[...Oh. Well. That's not good.]

What's wrong?

[VOICE]

[refinedmaestro]

[He only sighs.]

I wish not to discuss it over the journals, would you be all right with coming over?

[VOICE/ACTION]

[polishrule]

Um, yeah. Sure. I'll be over in a minute. Hold on.

[He's keeping up the knocking thing surprisingly.]

[ACTION]

[refinedmaestro]

[Frederic goes to the door and sees Poland when he opens it, for the first time in days he's truly smiling. However, Poland can see that the man looks a bit worn out and not his best even though he did try to primp himself to look good.]

I'm so happy to see you, Feliks. Please do come in.

[ACTION]

[polishrule]

[Poland smiles back, but he is noticing how bad Frederic looks and the smile instantly falls so he frowns a little. He goes inside and sits on the couch.]

What's wrong?

[ACTION]

[refinedmaestro]

[Closing the door behind him, Frederic sighs with a frown before sitting down on the couch. Taking Poland's hands into his, he looks at the other with sad eyes.]

I am...having nightmares of various things, they are causing me to feel as though I am going to fall apart on the inside.

[ACTION]

[polishrule]

[He looks down at his hand before he squeezes it tightly, smiling a little.]

Like what? They're nightmares. They aren't real, y'know.

[ACTION]

[refinedmaestro]

[He shakes his head while still frowning, Poland can see how upset he is over this.]

It's what they are that is causing me to feel this way, Feliks. Things of the past, home, and thoughts weighing on my mind.

[ACTION]

[polishrule]

[He moves closer to him, but not enough where it's overly intimate in case somebody sees them.]

Like what? Dude, I can't really do anything unless you tell me.

[ACTION]

[refinedmaestro]

[He frowns and continues holding onto Poland's hand.]

I dream of people dying and going mad, being sent to asylums with doctors who want to experiment on my mind.

[ACTION]

[polishrule]

[He thinks about that for a minute and then looks more confused.]

That like, can't really happen. I mean, the part with you being sent to an asylum and stuff. [People can die and go mad.] You totally have to remember they're just dreams!

[ACTION]

[refinedmaestro]

[He sighs more then looks at Poland as he pulls him closer.]

I feel as though I am going mad, Feliks. I...do not know what to do.

[ACTION]

[polishrule]

[That wasn't something he was expecting to hear and he frowns. A brief silence comes over him as he tries to think about that and what he should say. He really should be serious about this. Poland can do serious. Just not often.]

Maybe you're stressed. I mean like, battles are pretty tough. They wear on you and you were never in one before and no, dream battles don't count. [He remembered!] Maybe you need to wind down. Take it easy for a moment or something.