Once upon a time, Hiyori had gotten so fed up with her king that she beheaded him in public. The crowd cheered as she held up his head for them to see, curdled blood dripping from his neck.
One person who wasn't happy about this improvised arrangement was Inori; she was so mad that she made an angry complaint to her.
Hiyori responded by sending her entire army at her. "Oh hon hon hon hon hon. You see Inori, compared to me you are nothing. You're just a weak nation held together by sheet paper and broken promises, hiding under the mask of an empire. You are only seconds away from collapse. I sometimes wonder what keeps you together." she laughed at the fallen Inori.
"You wouldn't understand." Inori bit back.
"I don't need to. I've fought a madwoman with blue hair across the northern channel 1000 times before, what would I need to understand in order to win a battle with you?" Hiyori inquired to the eldest daughter of the Hiiragi dynasty.
"YOU LEAVE HER ALONE!" A mysterious voice shouted. And within half a second Hiyori's face had collided with a frying pan.
Akira landed next to Inori and helped her get up. "You made a grave mistake crossing the border, Hiyori. Republicanism may suit you just fine, but we've got our own way!" she retorted.
"You think I haven't taken on two people at once before? Just ask Konata or Ayano." Hiyori fought back.
"Bite me." Akira dared her.
"I will end you." Hiyori threatened.
Akira lunged at Hiyori, who blocked and kicked Akira in the stomach, launching her backwards and landing on her back.
"You can't defeat me; you may be bigger than me, but I am stronger and more capable." Hiyori boasted to the two nations. She then walked away, leaving the two alone and in pain.
Akira = Hungary