AN: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters, just love writing random drabbles for Hungary. With her birthday coming up in just a few days I thought I would write something for her. I hope you all enjoy.
Erzsi had seen deaths since before she could remember; old age, disease, accidents, battles, injuries, and even grief. She had mourned of course but somehow she thought, either due to her young mind, longer life, or how much death she had already seen, it seemed that it did not effect her as much as some of the others in the tribe. Her first time being filled with sorrow to the point she could not move even came at one of her triumphs and her first true birthday. She had finally become a nation and even had land to call her own, it came at a price however.
Through all the years and all the deaths only Magyar, who she had always seen as a father, had been with her. He had trained her, raised her, and protected her since she could remember. Through him she had learned to not only survive but how to thrive in this world. But now she was a nation, a nation who would in essence be replacing him. Erzsi did not know it would happen, after all he had always been there through the centuries.
The day of her first birthday Magyar had woken her up early. They had walked together; looking back she knew he was trying to give her some closure before he left her. Then though it just seemed odd, it was a day to celebrate and yet he looked so grave. So many of his old lessons revisited, making sure one last time that she would have her best chance to survive. One of the last things she remembered him telling her was to keep acting as though she were a boy. They both knew after all her place was still out defending their people and that she did not want to risk losing that bit of freedom.
After that Magyar had told her to head back and go eat her breakfast. He did not join her, nor would he ever join her again in this life. No body was ever found, Erzsi knew he wouldn't abandon her and hoped that his body was not being food to animals somewhere. No a part of her hoped he had just disappeared unscathed, simply fading as she became a nation. Once the truth that he was gone and would not be returning to her hit her she was inconsolable. She did not move or speak, frozen in her misery at losing her only family. It was not until she was reminded of her duty to her people that she even moved again.
Now though each year she would celebrate her birthday with her friends, but she always found the time to remember her father and thank him for making sure that she would survive.
