*3 text - Let the fun begin

[rules_the_north]

[Private to Estonia & Latvia]

Estonia, Livonia Latvia, you come to our place.

[/Private]

Estonia, Latvia and Finland are under my protection. Nobody touch them.

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[rules_the_north]

[He's got his musket. What the hell are you wearing.

You might not notice because it means his usual concentrated scary face, but he gets shiny eyes for a moment. The weapons of the future **

...That belong to his enemy. Damn.]

[He's not a samurai or something exotic like that.]

Y' want t' shoot me from th' distance l'ke a coward?

[Seriously disappointed in Prussia.]

[2cool4europe.livejournal.com]

[ The most stylish Prussian uniform ever, obviously. More stylin' than your 17th century crap.

...Wait, why the hell are you wearing 17th century stuff.

Whatever. SCREW THE CLOTHING, WE'VE GOT TO FIGHT. ]

If I did that, I wouldn't get the personal joy of crushing your face into the ground.

[rules_the_north]

[Way better. Between two nations, long range weapons are for the weak. Like Latvia.

And Sweden has long since noticed that nobody is wearing real uniforms anymore. Except for France, and even his has become extremely plain.

At least your's is blue.]

No weapons th'n?

[2cool4europe.livejournal.com]

[ Unless you're fighting France. Then long-range is totally understandable. ]

I can agree on that.

[ And he holds the Duchy of Crowbar out to the side. ]

Drop yours, and I'll drop mine.

[rules_the_north]

[Or if you ally with him. There's not much difference. Sweden mirrors Prussia's action and holds out his musket and the sword.]

Drop th'm on three.