Åttende september:
Malta:
1565
For over three months, the Ottoman Empire had tried to invade her land. For over three months Sadık and his people had fought her people and laid siege to parts of her beloved island.
But Coryse and her people had stood firm in the face of adversity, and though she couldn't see his face, she was sure that that infuriated Sadık; that she and her people had yet to surrender.
And now, it wasn't a question anymore about how much more damage the Ottoman Empire could do to Malta, but rather a question about how long it would take them to get the heck off her island.
1800
Two years.
That's how long Coryse had to endure Francis' smug face as he walked in her capital.
She hadn't anticipated being so drawn into the war that France was waging against the empires of Europe, but she was grateful that it was over.
Come what may, she was now free of France and would remain so, whatever the outcome of the War of the Second Coalition.
1943
A new hope had emerged in the hearts of the Maltese people, Coryse could feel it. This hope was stronger than the feeble hopes that had sprung up now and then during the war.
With Italy turning against Germany and ending all hostilities against the allies, there was a great chance that the war would soon be over.
2019
Coryse had practiced whenever she could for the regatta that was soon to take place in the Grand Harbor.
This year, she'd also remembered to turn off her phone.
2020
This damn virus was destroying a lot of the fun!
However, Coryse felt she had the spirit to endure this obstacle too.
Author's notes:
I don't own Hetalia