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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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[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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