𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 2: 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

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German empire pov:
One two three, one two three, I put my uniform on. 
One two three, one two three, I'm armoured. And prepared. 
One two three, one two three, I'm about to enter the trenches with Austria-Hungary.

“You ready?” A cheerful voice calls from behind me. I turn around to see Austria-Hungary in his battle gear. I miss his polished white suit encrusted with gold, a symbol of elegance and civility. But somehow, his current uniform, rugged and battle-worn, reminds me of that suit, even though they look nothing alike. I nod in response to his question.

“Are you? You seem jumpy,” I ask, trying to gauge his mood.

“I'm more than ready! I'm excited!” he exclaims, his eyes sparkling with a fervor I hadn't expected.

Ready? Ready to fight? I never thought he would feel this way. Usually, he would pat my back and brainstorm ways to maintain peace whenever I wanted to confront the British bastard. But now, it seems he’s realized that being civil doesn’t always work in this chaotic world.

“I'm proud of you,” I reply, feeling a mix of admiration and concern. It’s strange to see him so eager, but perhaps this is a turning point for both of us. As we stand there, the weight of our decisions looms heavy, yet there's a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty.

Austria-Hungary pov:
Today was the day—the day I could taste his blood, the day I could feel it warm and slick around my gloved fingers. Oh, how I wish I believed the German Empire when he declared war so swiftly. The anticipation courses through me, electrifying and intoxicating. It's sweet and delicious, a forbidden fruit that beckons me closer.

"Gott... You're like a damn child" German empire scoffed. We were In a truck along with other soldiers from our side. I nodded "maybe all this is like a child at Christmas"

"Wow... So you're leaving life with luxury, rest and fun for this? I'm... Dumbfounded..." German empire said as he looked me up and down. I giggled in return then stopped. Wait... I'm leaving the comfort of my own bed just to sleep on rough ones. I'll be surrounded by dirt, not gold... Is it worth it at this point then? Of course it is. Sacrifices must be done and I won't stop until I have the peace I need.

Author note: a bit short ik, I'll probably add to this chapter or not

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