[text so that freaking Prussia can understand him]
I'M SO GOD DAMN SICK OF YOU STUPID-FACED IDIOT AMERICANS SHOOTING ME EVERY TIME I SHOVE SOMEONE OUT A WINDOW OR KIDNAP A COUNTRY!!! I NEVER EVEN GOT TO FINISH MY EPIC BATTLE WITH HIM BECAUSE OF THAT DAMN BOTTLE!!
Stupid magic burst. Stupid prideful fatty America. I swear, I'm going to smother every one of his cities with a smog that will sear the lungs and blind the eyes of every human alive and evoke all seven plagues and then some upon even the most remote of his towns.
Ugh. At least fever hasn't set in yet, and the blood loss isn't too bad.
SLAVES: TEND TO MY WOUNDS. If none of you have healing magic, you have to donate a pint of blood to save your master. If you don't find a doctor to extract it, I will do it myself!! Where'd that stupid cop run who held be captive in my delirium run off to anyway? I grow tired from all those stupid card games I played with America. And I must finish that puzzle. I will find that missing piece.
So, slaves, Prussia, and every other useless entity that basks in the awesome glow of my terrifying visage: what the hell were you doing while I was punching a country and getting shot and left to suffer in a muddy ditch?
Stupid magic burst. Stupid prideful fatty America. I swear, I'm going to smother every one of his cities with a smog that will sear the lungs and blind the eyes of every human alive and evoke all seven plagues and then some upon even the most remote of his towns.
Ugh. At least fever hasn't set in yet, and the blood loss isn't too bad.
SLAVES: TEND TO MY WOUNDS. If none of you have healing magic, you have to donate a pint of blood to save your master. If you don't find a doctor to extract it, I will do it myself!! Where'd that stupid cop run who held be captive in my delirium run off to anyway? I grow tired from all those stupid card games I played with America. And I must finish that puzzle. I will find that missing piece.
So, slaves, Prussia, and every other useless entity that basks in the awesome glow of my terrifying visage: what the hell were you doing while I was punching a country and getting shot and left to suffer in a muddy ditch?