So I freely admit that I am sketchy on my Polish history and I think all my Polish ancestors are spinning in their graves. BUT.
(I also almost titled this Can't Stop The Roch. asdjialsd OH DEAR GOD.)
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"The szlachta, like, aren't too happy with you right now."
Kościuszko considers not dignifying this with an answer, but decides against it. It usually doesn't do to insult one's country. "Are they now?"
"Freeing serfs and all that."
"And here I thought I wasn't the only one with ideas," he says dryly, thinking of Kołłątaj and Staszic and how things must change and really, most of the szlachta don't seem all that unhappy with them.
Poland waves his hand in a sort of grand, sweeping gesture, slightly undermined by the fact that he's slouched across Kościuszko's chair and has his booted feet up on his desk. "They think maybe you're going a little far, you know?" It's hard to say exactly what he, personally, thinks of the matter; he's always been one of the more inscrutable nations, for all his apparent flippancy, and Kościuszko is much too used to him to be bothered about it. "You're getting ideas from America, aren't you?"
It's not precisely a question, but he answers this, too. "Perhaps."
Poland lets out a long sigh - so loud and dramatic it can't possibly be anything but deliberate - and somehow manages to slouch even more bonelessly in the chair, head rolling back as he squints in the general direction of the ceiling. "So, like, you could've just stayed there."
Kościuszko stares at him.
"Pułaski stayed," Poland says.
"Yes, dying will do that."
His country's face twists up into a frown, almost as though he's unfamiliar with the gesture, and he folds his arms across his chest. "We have to change things here, too."
It's definitely not a question this time. Kościuszko nods anyway.
"We'll change the army. You can, like, enlist or something." He considers. "And we'll make one of those constitution things."
Kościuszko raises an eyebrow, thinking of the możni's likely reaction. "And you're worried about me changing things?"
"Can't get shown up, can I?" Poland spreads his arms - as if to say "what can you do?" - and grins at him. "So you're, like, sticking around? No running off to America again?"
"Of course not," Kościuszko says. "You're my country."
He waits until Poland's face splits into a wide, proud grin before he adds, "Now get your boots off my desk."
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Loyalties [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2009-02-04 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)(I also almost titled this Can't Stop The Roch. asdjialsd OH DEAR GOD.)
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"The szlachta, like, aren't too happy with you right now."
Kościuszko considers not dignifying this with an answer, but decides against it. It usually doesn't do to insult one's country. "Are they now?"
"Freeing serfs and all that."
"And here I thought I wasn't the only one with ideas," he says dryly, thinking of Kołłątaj and Staszic and how things must change and really, most of the szlachta don't seem all that unhappy with them.
Poland waves his hand in a sort of grand, sweeping gesture, slightly undermined by the fact that he's slouched across Kościuszko's chair and has his booted feet up on his desk. "They think maybe you're going a little far, you know?" It's hard to say exactly what he, personally, thinks of the matter; he's always been one of the more inscrutable nations, for all his apparent flippancy, and Kościuszko is much too used to him to be bothered about it. "You're getting ideas from America, aren't you?"
It's not precisely a question, but he answers this, too. "Perhaps."
Poland lets out a long sigh - so loud and dramatic it can't possibly be anything but deliberate - and somehow manages to slouch even more bonelessly in the chair, head rolling back as he squints in the general direction of the ceiling. "So, like, you could've just stayed there."
Kościuszko stares at him.
"Pułaski stayed," Poland says.
"Yes, dying will do that."
His country's face twists up into a frown, almost as though he's unfamiliar with the gesture, and he folds his arms across his chest. "We have to change things here, too."
It's definitely not a question this time. Kościuszko nods anyway.
"We'll change the army. You can, like, enlist or something." He considers. "And we'll make one of those constitution things."
Kościuszko raises an eyebrow, thinking of the możni's likely reaction. "And you're worried about me changing things?"
"Can't get shown up, can I?" Poland spreads his arms - as if to say "what can you do?" - and grins at him. "So you're, like, sticking around? No running off to America again?"
"Of course not," Kościuszko says. "You're my country."
He waits until Poland's face splits into a wide, proud grin before he adds, "Now get your boots off my desk."
Re: Loyalties [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2009-02-04 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)"Yes, dying will do that."
HA! Awesome awesome awesome! Perfect Poland characterization, anon!
Re: Loyalties [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2009-02-05 05:31 am (UTC)(link)That is exactly how Poland would suggest that, too.
I really like this take on Poland! Thank you, anon!
Re: Loyalties [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2009-02-05 07:33 am (UTC)(link)That was really in character, thank you so much for writing this :*
Re: Loyalties [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2009-02-05 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)LATE OP IS LATE BUT TOTALLY GLEEFUL
(Anonymous) 2009-02-07 01:14 am (UTC)(link)"And we'll make one of those constitution things." <-- THIS? POSSIBLY MY FAVORITE LINE IN ANY FIC ON THIS KINK MEME EVER.
Also jealous-of-America!Poland for the fucking win. And Kościuszko was perfect. And your writing itself is sooooo good, and - and - and - !!
THANK YOU SO MUCH WRITER!ANON. :'D