Hungary: First things first, a set of rules. Human names. America likes Taiwan, and he's asking us for advice. Us being me, Liechtenstein, and Belarus, of course, and Belarus desperately needs a boyfriend, and she despises America. Not to mention that I've got my own little relationship with England, so if that comes up, don't be surprised.
Don't own Hetalia, of course, and look out for my yaoi collab with medeweaselking coming up.
America: I will not surrender!
What other great hero has surrendered?
None of them!
Hungary: Good point.
But...
Eh. I don't know.
America: What should i do?
Hungary: Don't try to get water from a dry well.
Though I can't stop you, and it's an Aries habit.
America: The legions do not retreat.
Hungary: Even when they're terribly outnumbered?
America: Never. The Eighth fought almost to the last men against the Altman.
There have been strategic withdrawals, but never a full on retreat.
Hungary: But what were they trying to prove?
America: They were allowing the emperor to break through and regroup.
They were not surrendering and running.
Hungary: That doesn't answer my question.
What were they trying to prove?
America: They fought to prove nothing, they fought to defend their homes, they fought to save the humans from the elves, they fought because it was the right thing to do!
THEY FOUGHT FOR THE EMPIRE!
Hungary: But you're trying to prove something.
You're not fighting for an empire, you're not defending yourself against an ambush or a massacre.
You're not supposed to fight in love, Alfred.
America: I'm defending my pride, and that is paramount to defending the empire.
Hungary: YOU'RE NOT DEFENDING YOUR PRIDE, ALFRED!
Girls aren't into pride.
They rob men of their pride, make them fall head over heels, scatter their senses and lure them into a hopeless daze...
America: Well, it's not all about pride. I do like Taiwan.
[insert cricket chirping here]
Hungary: Hey, Alfred?
Do you mind if I post this on fanfiction?
It will be anonymous.
America: Okay.
Hungary: O.O really?
Oh man this will be so good!
America: Post what may I ask?
Hungary: This conversation.
Starting with the war piece.
Hungary: Good times, good times... Soon after, I got him into my chat with Belarus. Prepare yourself, because BelBel is a different kind of insane. You've probably noticed that some things we've said are a bit out-of-character, sorry about that... These may be a little OOC, because these are actual Gmail chats, copied and pasted, with some minor edits.
So please review! And watch out for my story!