Hungary was still seething.
Even after a night spent in an unoccupied cabin, trying to calm down.
It hadn't worked.
Currently, she strode down one of the ship's corridors in an oversized uniform. She would show that Prussian!
Even if she felt God-awful.
There was nothing that could keep her from this battle, except-
Oh God.
All of the muscles in her abdomen seems to tense up at the same time. She groaned as she clutched at the wall for support. It hurt. A lot.
Damn that Prussian!
It really was all his fault, after all.
As soon as her muscles were back under her control, she took a deep breath and stood up.
She waved down one of the soldiers scurrying through the corridor.
"Ma'am?"
"Could you take me to the infirmary?" Hungary had no idea where it was; she hadn't needed it before. It seemed like she would not be joining this battle after all….
"Are you alright, Ma'am?" The soldier was young, and she seemed concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Apparently, she spoke too soon; she doubled over again, clutching her distended belly as she ahd another contraction. She was so going to kill that Prussian when this was all over…
"Ma'am!"
Hungary took several deep breaths. "Where is the infirmary?"
"It's this way. Can- can you make it?"
Hungary nodded. "Yes. Lead the way."
A sudden thought occurred to her as she followed the soldier: did this ship even have an obstetrician?
Well, either way, it was too late now.
Prussia was going to die for this.