oo1. video.
[Opening the communicator, he is shown being carried over the shoulder from the video.]
Are you even listening to me? I have no intention of being part of your vile Empire. You will put me down immediately or this will be considered an act of war. [Very hard to sound and appear intimidating in his position. Also, this desert heat is horrible and additionally, he touches his throat acknowledging that he is talking English with some concern, but it is secondary to everything else at the moment.]
So, I am telling you to unhand me this instant. [Looks at the communicator as he knows what he has to do but does not want to, if he doesn't have to.] Or else. [He'll have to call for assistance in this matter and the only one he could think of in this matter... Inner sob.]
Hmmm? [you can't really tell because of the mask, but there's a an eyebrow raised behind that in incredulousness] Sorry, this ol' man's hearing's kind of vague nowadays. [there's a faint outline of a grin behind his lower mask] Pretty sure ya jus' said somethin' on the lines of 'thank ya, oh great ottoman empire, I have always wanted to be one with ya but have been too cowardly to bring up the subject an' all'.
To which I say: yer very welcome, Austria. [sarcasm abound.] The holy alliance was neither holy nor was it an actual alliance, anyway, an' Vienna's better off with me than it is with ya.
Vienna is not yours! [Continues to try to get away, becoming increasingly panicked about it, but eventually has to give up. Austria looks down at the communicator before letting out a defeated sigh.] You have forced my hand, and what happens next is your own fault.
[Closes his eyes and shouts with as much authority that he can muster into the device:] RUSSIAN EMPIRE! COME AND GET ME THIS INSTANT! [Austria became silent then, because he had to focus all his time and energy on not breaking down crying. The only thing bringing him solace was that this brutish Empire's fault he had to call him in the first place!]
[he looks over his shoulder] Like hell he'd come over for someone like ya.
Yer goin' to Istanbul! Hope ya like the sun so far, it's about to get worse from here on.
Are you even listening to me? I have no intention of being part of your vile Empire. You will put me down immediately or this will be considered an act of war. [Very hard to sound and appear intimidating in his position. Also, this desert heat is horrible and additionally, he touches his throat acknowledging that he is talking English with some concern, but it is secondary to everything else at the moment.]
So, I am telling you to unhand me this instant. [Looks at the communicator as he knows what he has to do but does not want to, if he doesn't have to.] Or else. [He'll have to call for assistance in this matter and the only one he could think of in this matter... Inner sob.]
Hmmm? [you can't really tell because of the mask, but there's a an eyebrow raised behind that in incredulousness] Sorry, this ol' man's hearing's kind of vague nowadays. [there's a faint outline of a grin behind his lower mask] Pretty sure ya jus' said somethin' on the lines of 'thank ya, oh great ottoman empire, I have always wanted to be one with ya but have been too cowardly to bring up the subject an' all'.
To which I say: yer very welcome, Austria. [sarcasm abound.] The holy alliance was neither holy nor was it an actual alliance, anyway, an' Vienna's better off with me than it is with ya.
Vienna is not yours! [Continues to try to get away, becoming increasingly panicked about it, but eventually has to give up. Austria looks down at the communicator before letting out a defeated sigh.] You have forced my hand, and what happens next is your own fault.
[Closes his eyes and shouts with as much authority that he can muster into the device:] RUSSIAN EMPIRE! COME AND GET ME THIS INSTANT! [Austria became silent then, because he had to focus all his time and energy on not breaking down crying. The only thing bringing him solace was that this brutish Empire's fault he had to call him in the first place!]
[he looks over his shoulder] Like hell he'd come over for someone like ya.
Yer goin' to Istanbul! Hope ya like the sun so far, it's about to get worse from here on.