(no subject)

[preubenlied]

[Prussia has gathered a lot of supplies - but most of it was leather and scrap steel. He parades into the open space of the lobby with England trialing behind him.]

I got a job for ya, brows. [He dumps the material onto the floor and points at it.]

Collars. Now.

{ooc: Anyone is free to inquire about what the hell is going on here <3}