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It's not fair
Today would be a special day Netherlands thought to himself while he walked the empty tracks where carts used to move all day once trading started blooming in the major cities.
Everything in this region just seemed to work so well, even the farmers who were the main-users of the roads seemed to complain only about the shifting weather, other than that they seemed to be quite good about their everyday-lives. He had actually walked past a group of low-classes who had seemed to be having the time of their lives laughing and singing amongst themselves in a cheerful matter.
Netherlands hoped that today would be just like that. Despite that the sky was covered with large, thick grey and white clouds he had decided that today he would meet up with his little-sister. After all, it had been a while since they had seen each other. Sure he didn't care too much about what happened around her home but nevertheless it was important that they would meet every now and then.
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An Hetalia fanfic by Nintendo336
The battle was over, I could feel it. My enemy stood before me, trembling, bruised and in pain, but still standing. I too felt blood running down my forehead, also my hair was thick and dirty with sweat and mud. My foe had battled hard and strong without backing down for a second, sending one blow with the elegant iron sword after another, each strike stronger than the other. I was close on falling down to the ground myself, but I was however able to find an opening when the brown-haired woman had attempted to deal a fatal blow. And that would be the end of our battle, I knew.
And yet still my enemy stood up showing a grim but agonized face, in one hand she was holding the heavy iron sword while the other was covering her side. The mail jerkin she was wearing along with the dark green tunic were both stained and covered with blood, including the gloved hand she was trying to cover the wound with.
She bit back the pain as she took one ste