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Disney!Hetalia

Mulan:

(Name) joins the army and falls for one of her fellow soldier. Arthur is suspicious (Name) and after she saves his life he finds out she is a girl. He s father to Matt, Alfred, hong kong, Australia, Syellas India and sealand. Wife left him.

"Father please!" cried out (Name) as he father walked toward the soldier with a roll of parchment in his hand.

Horror filled (Name)'s eyes as she watched her father take the parchment. She knew it was a death wish for her father. Her sister cried on her shoulder as (Name)'s father walked back to them. The soldier left the room leaving the grieving family in peace.

"Please father, please."

"I must."

"But why?"

"Pride."

"Pride is no reason to die!"

"It is my duty as the head of the (lastname) clan to fight in this war."

"It is no reason to sign a death wish!" (Name) shouted.

They family fought as they walked back to their home. A war had recently broken out between the empires of the world. Though (Name) lived in the Salem empire it was only the second largest, next to their ally of the british empire. (Name)'s family were one of the five reigning families of the democratic monarchies of the Salem empire. (Name)'s father was almost to old to fight in the war, and he wasn't in the best health. The tradition was to send the children but the (last name) clan only had one heir left, and that was (Name). Her sister, wasn't allowed to rule since she was a half sibling. It would be (Name)' job to defend her country but her father was used to sending sons and men to war when he commanded in the 1st empire war. (Name) knew the sacrifices of being in her clan but her father wouldn't let her go through with them.

So as the family settled down to dinner in the great room, (Name) couldn't help but mention the war to her father once more.

"It is my duty to father. It would be my honor to serve, you are taking my honor and duty away for me," (Name) said as she took her seat at the table.

"Your duty is to carry on our family not to fight," her father sad after some hesitation. He knew that there was no gender limits in the war and empires anymore after the 1st empire war. In the first war so many men died that woman would go in the army with their fathers sons and husband to fight by them in the shortage of arms. They had barely won the war because of the shortage of soldiers but once the woman fought they had a chance to win.

"What about (sister's name)? Is she unfit to carry on the name? Why must I be denied the honor of serving my homeland while you go off and sign a death wish? Why must it be so?"

"I will hear no more of this war talk at my table," came (Name)'s mother's voice.

(Name)'s mother was the real one in charge when they were at home. She could do anything from discussing the plans for war to making lunch for the entire village that surrounded them. (Name)'s mother was a Jill of all trades.

"The wielder of the sword will be the one to go to war (Name) and that is finale."

The day soon came to an end and (Name) made her way to her bedroom. She flopped down on her bed. (Name) let out a sigh as her mind slowly began to work through what her mother had said. (Name) knew where her family war sword was. If she were to take it she wouldn't be breaking any rules.

That night when the family had all fallen asleep, (Name) snatched up her bag and made her way through the garden to the war room. It was home to the sword and armor, but along with the ancestors. She had spent most of her childhood in this room, as he mother and father discussed war plans with the other clans. (Name) wasted no time in putting on the armor along with taking the sword. She had her own armor made when she had become of age, though her father fought against it. (Name) made her way out to the barn and prepared her horse before mounting it. She left a single letter in the barn for her family before making he way down the war path, with the crest on her armor there would be no question.