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::The video shows a bustling office. Natives of Darstone can be seen from time to time in the background and the noises are those of a government office overburdened with a staggering influx of work. Voices calling back and forth. The clicking of typing. The low scratch of pens and flapping papers. In the midst of all this chaos sits Prussia, uniform crisply pressed, hair neatly combed back from his face. Perhaps if you haven't met him before, you recognise him from England's warning?::

Good afternoon, fellow victims of the unawesome government sponsored kidnapping plan! You may find yourself asking: "What is this incredible sight before me?" or "Whose amazing voice do I hear?" or even "Why is such a powerful and awe-inspiring being making this mass communication effort?"

If you're not, then keep it to yourself.

Anyways. The answer is simple!

For those of you who I haven't met, I am the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt -or Preußen, Prussia, whatever you like that isn't unawesome- and for a few lucky souls, I've got an opportunity~

The ability to type is preffered. The ability to follow instruction is a requirement. And since this is me talking, some combat skills wouldn't be out of place, but consider those optional for now. Ordinarily, I'd expect a C.V. on my desk for review before scheduling the interview, but I need people quickly so we're gonna cut that bullshit out of the process.

Respond here to schedule an in person meeting or show up at the Customs Office before close of business today if you want a job. The pay is eighty whatever-the-fucking-currency-is-called a day, ::He pauses, glancing around before leaning in conspiratorily.:: and just between us? I see plenty of opportunity for advancement.

::Prussia sits back with a sigh.:: Oh yeah. If you come here, don't be an idiot and ask for me mentioning shit about a job. Just come find me. I'm pretty fucking obvious and recognisable and shit -::Here he makes a sweeping gesture from his white-blond hair to his red eyes to his Prussian blue uniform.::- so if you can't manage that then you are not getting hired.

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[he does on occasion]

Is it your job to hire people? You seem as though you're awfully cozy with the idea of having authority. [which he understands. Prussia is a leader. still, he's wondering if it's a good idea]

Edited 2012-09-06 02:29 (UTC)

Of course I'm cozy with the idea of- hold on.

::He turns away from the screen, reaching up to take something. The sound of typing can be heard from offscreen, as Prussia resumes speaking.::

As I was saying, of course I'm cozy with the idea. Me and the idea are extremely close and don't wanna be separated. We're almost married, except I don't do marriage.

In other words, no it is not my job to hire people, but they already fired two other temporary workers since I got hired. They're not exactly doing the greatest job of selecting people.

Edited 2012-09-06 02:31 (UTC)

[and now he's trying to see what Prussia's typing, but it's not on the screen, dammit... an idea occurs to him, to maybe get information on what Prussia's real plans are. he'll set that into motion once Prussia's around again]

............. [his voice takes on a different tone, smooth] Did you speak to them about it?

Don't be a moron, Art'ur. You've known me how many hundreds of years? I think you can answer that one yourself.

::In other words... Nope. Not answering that because that is the answer.::

[hmph. he keeps up with the smooth voice]

What if they fire you? For your insubordination~

::He shifts a bit, typing pausing momentarily before he resumes in earnest, hitting the keys even harder. Takatakatakatakatakataka-CHING!::

They won't. Because I'm awesome.

::England, stop using that voice. Stop it right now or so help him God he will smack those eyebrows right off your face.::

[come on, stop working~ turn this way~]

So confident. I like that about you.

::TYPING. FURIOUSLY.::

Not often I hear you saying such things...

::He fidgets in his seat, glancing around the room before peeking at his communicator.::

But I'm really trying to not get fired for other reasons, Engel.

[he's leaning back in his seat so that Prussia gets a view of his upper body. and he's loosening his tie]

Other reasons? Like what?

::Stalwartly looking at his paperwork. Really. Honestly. And he is not ever sneaking glances at his communicator.::

Oh. You know. Ja- ::COUGH.:: Slacking off. That sort of thing. ::That was almost too close of a slip...::

I already took my lunch today. And my break. I don't think I get another one. I should focus on my work, ja? Be... responsible... ::Following England's movements out of the corner of his eye. A single bead of sweat rolls down the side of his forehead.::

[his eyes are saying, "oh Prussia, you know you want to blitz this." England's not giving up. he's hoping more slip-ups happen while Prussia is distracted. now he'll go in for the ~~kiss~~ kill. speaking in German]

Responsible? I know not what you mean. I'm always responsible.

[spinning the end of his tie]

::Sijfndcjhirjfs;kdxcdfkjnkjm ghhhhhhh...

We're sorry, the nation you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please hang up and try your call again, or stay on the line for more options.::

...... [hmph. get back here... should he wait?]

Herr Preußen?

::His voice is a bit gravelly when he responds.::

Was?

[oh good. he pushes back his bangs, but they fall into his face again]

Are you alright? You're all red. [yes he is so innocent]

::Oh, don't try to play innocent with him. He knows you too well.::

It's warm in here. That's all.

Are you certain you do not want to take a break?

I... really need to focus, damnit!

::And yet, he hasn't resumed typing, and is slowly turning towards the communicator. Some small part of this is curiousity, because why is England being so... seductive?

The remainder? Wellp. He is a man. And he does have needs. Which England sounds willing to cater to.::

[for the good of Darstone! ........well, and for himself, who is England kidding?]

What a shame... I suppose I should get going then... [but here, he'll undo the top button of his shirt]

::Sure, England. How altruistic of you, putting Darstone's needs ahead of yourself.::

By the way what apartment is yours again?

::Slowly turning back towards the communicator...::

......... [HEHE gloating inwardly!]

Mmmmn~ Let's see. [he makes a show of thinking] Room 1C, I believe.

Edited 2012-09-06 03:49 (UTC)

...Nein! You can't possibly be right next door!?

::How did he never notice?!

Er.

Back to the matter at hand.::

Never mind! Are your roommates home?

[next door? really? that's convenient. he had no idea! for now he shakes his head, hiding his glee]

...I'm on my way.

::He shuts off the feed, and hurriedly finishes his remaining work -perfectly AND awesomely, he might add- before handing it in and darting out the door.

Prussia runs for the government assigned housing building.

Hell yes. Hell. Fucking. Yes.::

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