Frederic Chopin ♫ first composition

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Who: Frederic Francois Chopin and anyone around.
Where: Espoir, the center plaza.
Style: First preferred.
Status: Open!

[For anyone out and about today in Espoir, they'll see a man laying unconscious in the center plaza. Then in a moment, he rises up with a look of slight confusion upon his face at first. After a minute or two of realizing what's

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[Poland was staring at this unconscious man who he was very sure he should recognize. He felt like he knew the name and it was on the tip of his tongue, but it wasn't coming to him.

He doesn't talk, though. Talking to strangers, even ones you are sure you know somehow, is not something he does.]

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[Frederic turns his head to see Poland and his heart skips a beat for a moment, a sudden recognition of the other coming to him. Something inside was trying to get him to say the name, but he couldn't figure out. Thus, he decides to walk towards Poland to talk with him.]

Excuse me sir, have we met before? You seem very familiar to me.

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[Poland blushes a little. This stranger is talking to him and something is telling him he should talk to him, but that requires getting past his anxiety.]

Um...I think?

[He doesn't say that too loudly and that took all his willpower to say.]

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[Frederic starts to ponder why this person feels familiar to him, but he can't quite pinpoint as to why.]

May I...ask for your name? I do apologize if that is rude of me.

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[It makes Poland wonder what name he should give him. There's times when he has to use Feliks and times he has to use Poland. He usually just says Poland and so that's the name he gives.]

Er, Poland.

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[Frederic's mouth drops open a little from the pure shock of the moment, his eyes also grow very wide yet he also finds this to be disbelieving. Poland as a physical human being? How can that be?]

...You are truly Poland? But...how can that be?

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[He frowns a little at the reaction and wonders how to answer it with as little talking as possible.]

Um, just am. Long story and stuff.

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[He pauses for a few minutes then decides to answer.]

Since you are Poland, then I should introduce myself to my own fatherland. [He bows his head.] My name is Frederic Francois Chopin, it is...good to see you again after so long.

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[Poland hears that and for a minute is shocked. The name that had been on the tip of his tongue comes to his mind then.]

Like, seriously? It's you?

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[Frederic nods at Poland and gives him a sad smile.]

Yes, I would not lie of my own identity. Especially not to you, fatherland.

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[There's a lot to say to that and all that he can come up with is:]

Oh my gosh!

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[He's taken back by Poland's sudden change in attitude.]

F-Fatherland?

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[He doesn't seem as shy now as he laughs.]

This totally is a dream world, wow. I like, never thought I'd get to meet you.

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[He isn't certain how to feel right now, even if this is Poland. He wants to get to know him, but he's also still a bit taken back by the other, seeing as this was not how he expected a personification of his country to be.]

I could say the same to you, fatherland. Though, it is wonderful we are able to meet again.

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[The shyness kicks back in and he smiles a little sheepishly as he looks him over, deciding that yes, this is Chopin. That'd be a ridiculous thing to lie about right now.]

Dude, you don't have to like, call me fatherland. Sweet, but Poland totally works.

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[A hint of embarrassment washes over him and he tries to word what he wants to say without sounding too rude.]

I mean no disrespect by this, but you have a physical human form even if you are my homeland. Thus calling you Poland seems...a little strange to me.