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[So one second, Prussia's watching his king get crowned Kaiser of the Deutsches Reich, and the next second he's waking up in a strange, yet oddly familiar house with strange, yet oddly familiar clothes on. There's a brief, dizzy moment where he just stares, completely and utterly thrown off his balance, before the memories of Mayfield hit him like a frying pan to the face.]
Fuck! You bastards, it's been fifty five years! Send me back, I've got shit I need to do!
[Yeah, he is Not Happy about this. There is, in fact, a sizable hole in the wall now from where he put his fist through it thanks to how Not Happy he is. Once he manages to calm himself down a little though, he picks up the phone.]
Right! Name's the great and awesome Kingdom of Prussia, used to be stuck here a while ago. Doubt if anyone I know is still here, but someone give me a status report anyway - I want information about what's been happening, any resistance or militia, that sort of thing. And it's been fifty goddamn years since I last set foot in this godforsaken town - tell me someone's found a way out by now, even without my awesome help.
[There's some rustling and rummaging sounds as Prussia walks around the room, inspecting it.]
Shit, half a century and this hellhole still hasn't changed a bit. Looks like they stuck me in a new house, though. Well, anything's better than having to be married to a dr--
[The phone clatters to the ground. Prussia's shriek is still perfectly audible.]
WHAT THE HELL IS HUNGARY DOING IN THESE PHOTOS?!
Fuck! You bastards, it's been fifty five years! Send me back, I've got shit I need to do!
[Yeah, he is Not Happy about this. There is, in fact, a sizable hole in the wall now from where he put his fist through it thanks to how Not Happy he is. Once he manages to calm himself down a little though, he picks up the phone.]
Right! Name's the great and awesome Kingdom of Prussia, used to be stuck here a while ago. Doubt if anyone I know is still here, but someone give me a status report anyway - I want information about what's been happening, any resistance or militia, that sort of thing. And it's been fifty goddamn years since I last set foot in this godforsaken town - tell me someone's found a way out by now, even without my awesome help.
[There's some rustling and rummaging sounds as Prussia walks around the room, inspecting it.]
Shit, half a century and this hellhole still hasn't changed a bit. Looks like they stuck me in a new house, though. Well, anything's better than having to be married to a dr--
[The phone clatters to the ground. Prussia's shriek is still perfectly audible.]
WHAT THE HELL IS HUNGARY DOING IN THESE PHOTOS?!