[Prussia's has been looking forward to punching Russia in the goddamn face for a long time now.  So this tournament?  Best thing ever.  He's down at the football stadium, since he works there anyway, waiting for Russia to show up.

He totally hasn't read the part about not being allowed to kill your opponents, by the way.]

Poetry?  Poetry?  I'm supposed to be a fucking poet?
Yeah, it's better than inspecting a toilet,
But do I look like a sissy aristocrat to you bastards?
And I'm not part of that fatass.  I'd die first.
Not that it matters, because I'm way too strong
To ever be conquered.  By the way, as long
As I'm on the phone, let me just say this -
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-- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'VE GOTTEN IT TO WORK! AS IF ANY FOREIGN PIECE OF TECHNOLOGY COULD POSSIBLY BE A MATCH FOR THE GREAT AND BRILLIANT PRUSSIA! PRAISE ME!

So all I have to do is shout into these little holes and people will hear me, huh? AWESOME!

[There's a brief pause as Prussia tries to figure out how to ask where the hell he is, what the ( Read more... )