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[Someone didn't bother flipping past the first page of the journal. And, finding a mostly-blank sheet of paper, he's decided to write a letter.]

Hey, Liet!

Oh my God, you totally wouldn't believe how crazy stuff has been at my place! Like ok, there was this huge fight, right? Like, at Stroczek? And I was so rad, Liet, I kicked all kinds of Russian butt. You should have seen how mad he was! So hilarious.

I think the victory party might have gotten a little off the hook, though? 'Cause like, I woke up in the woods, wearing somebody else's pants! No clue whose, though, it's just me and the pants and for some reason an empty diary or something. Oh--wanna know the other weird thing? I totally have wings now! They're not huge and badass like the ones on my old armor but they're still pretty fierce.

So I think I'm gonna go, you know, look for the nearest village or some junk. When you get this, you should sneak out and come to my place--Russia might kind of still be advancing, and it's about to go down again, so you could watch me kick his butt! It'd look kind of like this:

[Here follows an extremely rough doodle of a person on horseback kicking another person (who is wearing a scarf) in the face.]

You could help if you wanted, too, I guess. I'll send this when I find a town, so I hope it'll get to you soon!

Yours,

Poland

[...Yeah, it's pretty obvious that he didn't know this was public. It's also worth noting that for all the carefree bravado in the letter, he doesn't look quite so confident in the picture the camera snapped.]

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[He's been wandering around for that whole hour, but seems pretty unharmed, aside from the wings and the utter confusion.]

...Fryderyk? No way, what are you doing here?

[...He looks a little concerned. Should Fryderyk be walking alone out here? He looks pretty... A little older, almost, is his health really up to it?]

[He remembered him. Or that's it seems. He walks to his side and does what he feels is right, hold him close.]

Oh Feliks, I've missed you so... I thought I'd never see you again.

[Whoa, suddenly with the hugging? He's confused, and goes still for a second, but Bromantic Hugs are hardly out of the ordinary in their time period, so he gets over it quickly, patting Chopin on the back... A little less forcefully than he would someone else, because he's delicate and stuff, right?]

Oh my god, you totally don't have to make it sound all dramatic! I mean, you haven't even been crashing at France's place that long...

[Suddenly he's really confused for a moment. What is he talking about? When he suddenly realizes, his heart sinks.]

Feliks, this is going to sound a little strange but please try to understand. What is the last moment you remember from home? And do you remember the name Luceti?

Um... Well, ok, you probably haven't heard yet at France's place, but like, there was a fight at Stroczek the other day? Last thing I remember is going out for a drink to celebrate, with some of the soldiers.

...Is that, like, Italian or something?

[Yeah, Frederic realizes he was right and his heart sinks even further into despair. He doesn't remember after all.]

...I see. So they've returned you with no memories.

[The disappointment is evident in his voice before he continues.]

Feliks, this will be a lot to take in so bear with me. You've been brought to a village called Luceti and kidnapped by an organization called the Malnosso for scientific experimentation. Though there's more to it, you've also been brought here once before. However, even those who've been brought here already can come back with no memories of their previous time here. Also, I did hear that news... 18 years ago. Where I'm from, it's 1849 and I'm thirty-nine years old.

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[There is so much about that info dump that is baffling that he just literally doesn't have any idea where to start with it. He blinks up at Chopin a couple of times, then finally manages a laugh, a thin and uncomfortable one.]

Dude, what? That... What?

Are you sick again? Did you like, hit your head or anything? Or--or is this some kind of weird prank?

[Inwardly Frederic is sighing and extremely disappointed. Perhaps it was too much information to lay on Poland, but what other choice did he have? It was either continue to lie or not. He wasn't about to lie to him again.]

We can discuss more details later, Feliks. Right now I'd rather get you back to the village and on your feet. Would you be opposed to living with me?

[Unfortunately, there's a logistical problem with trying to get Poland to cooperate before he understands.]

Dude. What village? And I don't need to hide at France's place, I'm gonna kick Russia out of my house and live there!

[Same Poland as ever.]

We're not in France, Feliks. This is another world completely and the village is a short distance from here.

[It'd just be freaky if he weren't, right?]

What, like the crazy girl in the book was saying?

Ok, here's the plan. Take me to the village, and like, we'll find you a doctor.

[Because you are obviously delirious. Maybe a fever? He doesn't know.]

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[Ayup.]

All right, if you insist.

[Even though he doesn't need a doctor.]

[Poland is just... Worried about him. He doesn't look well! He even looks a bit older--he's totally going to have to have words with France.]

[For now, though, he'll trust Chopin to get them back safely, latching on to his sleeve and offering him a smile.]

Don't worry. It's totally gonna be okay.

[It was both a moment of happiness and sorrow for Frederic. On the one hand, Poland was back in Luceti. On the other hand, he remembered nothing of their relationship.]

I'm glad to see you still recognize me, Feliks. And you allow me to call you by your human name.

Oh, yeah, as if I'd forget you? Come on, let's like, get to the village you were talking about.

[He begins escorting him to the village.]

When we get there, I have something else important to discuss with you.

Sure, sure.

[He follows along, looking around all the time--look, you'd be really aware of your surroundings, too, if you were picking a fight with Russia.]

So like... You haven't seen any of Russia's guys around here, have you...?

No there hasn't been anyone from Russia here.

[Honestly Poland, he'd know right away.]

You don't need to worry, we're not anywhere near Russia.

Yeah, well, you never know where that creep is gonna turn up.

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