{ 001 } voice: German

[leavemariaalone]

[he's been fiddling with this thing for quite some time, and has managed to flick on the voice transmission]

--is this? Surely some kind of box, I would think...

[fiddle fiddle, there might be static when his hands go over the speakers and only half-hit switches, until he sighs and sets the technology on the ground rather gently, mind you]

...I suppose this is a dream of some sort. [he kinda groans] Awful place, really.

[not to mention he's still aching from the war]

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[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[Austria sighs, he at least knows that much about women to know when they're upset. What to do about it, though, well, give him a sec to remember everything he's read/heard.] I'm...I'm afraid no such thing exists for me quite yet. [He's genuinely sorry, but there's nothing he can do about it.]

[Something related to Prussia being sweet? It's safe to say that's the last thing he expected.] He has, has he?

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[ She's still sulking considerably, but at least she's stopped fiddling with the plant and has moved on plucking out any living flowers. A girl has to have her accessories, you know. ] It wasn't important, anyway. [ Actually, it's probably more significant than anything, but she doesn't want a fainting Austria. Her timid words are followed by a sigh, nearly contradicting them. ]

Oh, yes. Germany is a sweet boy. If only Gilbert had grown up in a similar fashion. [ She won't mention that she used to beat up Austria, or how she assisted Prussia in beating up others, of course. ] But according to England and the others who are from a later time than my own, Prussia ceases to exist in the future.