Femtende juni:
Hungary:
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Elizaveta staggered; the loss of her people always cut her to the core. She hated fighting against her own people, but when her Boss demanded it, she did it.
Her side was cut down quite sizably, but she stumbled a little further Ahead.
Her opponents expected a normal human.
They expected an inexperienced soldier, or at least a tired, exhausted one.
They expected that their swords were a match for her frying pan.
With her eyes closed, she jumped into another fight in this Battle. And proved them all wrong.
Author's notes:
I don't know if it's technically "canon"-correct that Hungary thinks of herself as female, but I've done it anyway.
I don't own Hetalia