[The recording clicks on, and there's a static-y, broken noise for a few minutes. Long enough to be unnerving. Furniture being shifted. Cigarette being lit, smoked, stubbed out. Pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth. On a hard wooden floor. Heavy boots. Unsteady. Growing steadier, though. Vodka being poured. Toasted. Drunk. Boot steps getting
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This isn't a fit. I could show you a fit. If that's what you want to see.
((OOC: Trying out basic Russian phrases here, if it gets too long, I'll switch to red font for Russian. *Shut up.))
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You lost one event. Sure, it was a pretty big thing for you. But it's not the end of the fucking world, dipshit. Calm the hell down and beat them right back. Isn't that what you always do?
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This is me being calm, da? [Believe him. He knows what he's talking about here.] There's work to be done, and I will do it.
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Today's over. Tomorrow begins.
((OOC: See note to S. Italy re: translation convention. :3 *You're wrong. I'm not surprised.))
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In that case, any of you victories counts because they're in the past. Today you're a loser, tomorrow you will be a looser one day older.
((ooc. gotcha! Prussia speaks Russian too, so he got it. I do not speak Russian, sadly :|))
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Have you ever won anything meaningful in your entire life? No. No you haven't. And no, you won't. A bit of land the size of a matchbook. Petty squabbles with Austria. It doesn't last. And neither do you. God, I can't wait until you get to when I am. When I get to make you beg for mercy, beg to not be turned to ashes, burned to pieces, burning, burning forever.
And then I say no. And you burn to ashes like you deserve.
((OOC: I don't know any either, so I'm just using it for unimportant stuff. Also, sorry for the ww2 stuff. If you want I can edit it down.))
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