A Nation...Fallen? I. Have. Failed.
My brother…the Axis…Hitler. I have failed you all. Why? I trained so hard! I wanted to be… No… I had to become better for my people. The pain, of seeing my people suffering, tore me apart. How could I have let this happen? Sometimes I wonder if it would have all been better for them if I hadn’t started a war. NO! I couldn’t think like that. I promised Vati I would become the greatest empire, to make him proud… but mostly to make my brother proud. Prussia was once one of the greatest empires in all of Europe and he harbored the greatest soldiers and the strongest army. I envied and admired him. I swore one day I would grow up to surpass him.
‘Was this the end? I have lost the war. I have lost so many of my people, I failed to protect my homeland. I deserved this, whatever was coming my way.’
It was hard to distinguish the blood and sweat dripping down my face. My arms and legs, which were on
Cursive [Male!HungaryxReader](Request) Up and down, scratching sounds. Over and through, I've still got no clue.
She fiddled with her pen, balancing it on her fingers, tapping it on the table. Her eyebrows drew together in frustration as she stared angrily at the paper in front of her. Barely legible cursive was scattered about, shaky loops and lines adorned the paper. Why couldn't she write in cursive?
Putting the pen to the paper yet again, she attempted to write cursive again. But alas, she just simply could not grasp the concept. Fist clenching, she wondered.
Who..who could teach me cursive?
Daniel strode into the library, spotting his best friend at a table in the far corner. Walking quickly towards her, he placed a fair-skinned hand on her shoulder.
"What's wrong? And who's handwriting is that? It looks awful!"
She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, feeling rather hurt. Was it really that bad?
"It's..it's my handwriting. I can't write cursive."
Daniel blinked his forest-green eyes before letting