A Roleplay with Mittens365

Our Little Secret

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(Trigger warning. Read the following chapter with caution)

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M: "He probably went back to the house," Prudoria signed, "I haven't felt his wings in a while, he probably got upset over something, that's what usually happens when he disappears."

"That's true, guess we don't need to worry about that," Zalia said, "when we get there I have to get back to work, Ricardo has yet to report about that lab in Russia."

With that said, the group piled back up in the cars and made the trip back to the capital and to the estate. When they arrived, the children were quick to run off to play, Zalia didn't come in since she had to go anyway, and MA went somewhere to tend to his war wounds from the pony.

The rest of everyone headed to the living room to relax, but instead they found Corbin and Poland sitting on one of the couches, where the latter was helping groom the few feathers the former had. To make it easier for him to do that, Corbin detached the left wing prosthetic, so now he only had two thirds of a left wing with no primaries, or anything after the wrist joint for that matter, just arms and secondaries.

N: Both Wolfgang and Johann froze at the sight of this, although they paused out of confusion and not fear.

While they did, Niko just stared at the Prussian and blurted out, "most of your wing is fake."

M: The two countries looked up at the newcomers, Corbin looked away in mild embarrassment but was reassured by Poland's touch.

"Yeah, the left one at least, my right wing is completely mechanical," he explained, "I was very hurt before I died and the people who brought me back to life had to replace several of my body parts with metal, then Johann helped out more when I was rescued."

He extended his right wing out to the kids so they could get a better look at it, how it was indeed just black sheets of metal fitted to resemble feathers, and how the green power source pulsed through them.

"With the feathers he does still have, he usually needs help with," Poland declared, "primary feathers are the easiest to maintain and it gets harder as you get closer to the back, so I offered to help him out."

He patted the wing to signify that he was done and stood up, letting Corbin put back on his right wing, while he went to greet the Saxons and Mandorians, "my name is Poland, I'm Poldara's other father and Mandy's husband, it's a pleasure to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you."

N: "I feel that that is a common trend whenever someone meets us," Wolfgang replied, "and you're Commonwealth's grandson. You really captured his white wings."

M: "Thank you, at least I was able to get a pair from him, the wings skipped a generation, my mother didn't have any," he thanked, "and it's true, Mandy and MA were so careful making sure your memories were kept alive. There were times where they would talk about nothing else, constantly praising you or telling the occasional embarrassing stories."

"Well, it's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Poland, Mandara sends his regards," Rowen greeted, shaking the other's hand, "he's at the hospital with Poldara, we were at the stables and Marine Corps got in a fight with a bull."

Surprisingly, the Polish country chuckled, "Oh MC, that guy is always giving my poor Blue-Jay a heart attack, I'll have quite the scolding ahead of him."

N: "That man has America's chaotic energy," Wolfgang chuckled, "granted that I didn't see much of America and he didn't go as crazy as MC, both Americans share that chaotic streak."