Hungary and Prussia walked silently in the night, Hungary's dress was now torn and she had wounds all over herself. She grasped her frying pan in one hand and Prussia held her other, he tried to comfort her but she was too scared her eyes no longer held any hope.
"Hungary we'll make it don't worry." Prussia soothed. She didn't reply, she just stared strait ahead. "Hungary?" Finally she stopped and looked at him.
"I'm sorry it's just... what if we're not as strong as we think we are, all countries fighting like this I doubt out of all of them we'll be the ones to survive." Prussia frowned.
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