24th Waffle // [Dream]
Warning: Nothing really aside from war, death, and sadness at the most.
Effects: Hatred, but that's optional.
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Belgium really never liked war in the least. She actually hated fighting if she could avoid it. There was no avoiding the genocide that was taking place to a few people she knew. Though her and Poland never really spoke all that much, if ever, she was worried about his safety, being the one who was one of the first people to have his citizens experience the mass genocide of Jews and other benefactors. What Germany was thinking, she didn't know, but it just reinforced her hatred for the country. Over time she saw and heard about neighboring countries and perhaps even those she really didn't talk to. She's strictly neutral, so no force would make her break her own decisions and fight back.
As selfish as that seemed, she did hope that everyone would be okay and she figured that they had Germany's infiltrating forces under control. That was obviously not completely true because eventually Holland, Luxembourg, and then shortly after Belgium were all forced to see what was happening for themselves. Even as her siblings were in trouble, it grew increasingly difficult to stand by her neutrality. She figured Holland could defend himself, but Luxembourg had always been a weak girl. Just as she was about to take action, it had been too late. His citizen, Hitler, had already made his way into her home.
She managed to fight them off on her own for around 18 days, but it wasn't enough. Her citizens fighting along side her were running out of food and proper water. Ammunition was low and so many lives had been killed, aside from those who were taken to concentration camps. There were too many Germans and she was out powered, out sourced, and out numbered. As much as she despised giving up, there was no choice. Her people needed to before they were all killed and with King Leopold surrendering without any kind of warning, it threw them all through a loop.
Eventually she was forced to speak only German. There would be no speaking Dutch or French unless they wanted to deal with severe circumstances. She found it stupid to get high strung over what language she and her citizens were speaking, but she could understand a little why he did it. As days passed, she saw more and more of her citizens killed and it drove her nuts to not be able to do anything for them. Even though she didn't want to show it, she was under pressure and she was afraid for those who were victimized. It would only be a matter of time before they were all killed or taken over.
She could only hope that some of her Allies would come to her rescue, though she knew that would be a while and it would be tough, seeming as they had their own problems to worry about. She didn't like being the damsel in distress, but it seemed that she really had no choice in the matter. As if by miracle around that time, England had indeed come to her rescue. Just as she had been scratched, beaten, bruised, and bloodied up, England had been as well, if not more than Belgium. While this did hurt her knowing that he'd getting hurt and he, too, had suffered death of his own citizens because he came to her rescue, she felt so much better seeing him there for her.
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She didn't necessarily wake up, but she was hugging her sheets as if she were hugging England. A tear rolled down her face as she muttered his name, "England..."
Effects: Hatred, but that's optional.
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Belgium really never liked war in the least. She actually hated fighting if she could avoid it. There was no avoiding the genocide that was taking place to a few people she knew. Though her and Poland never really spoke all that much, if ever, she was worried about his safety, being the one who was one of the first people to have his citizens experience the mass genocide of Jews and other benefactors. What Germany was thinking, she didn't know, but it just reinforced her hatred for the country. Over time she saw and heard about neighboring countries and perhaps even those she really didn't talk to. She's strictly neutral, so no force would make her break her own decisions and fight back.
As selfish as that seemed, she did hope that everyone would be okay and she figured that they had Germany's infiltrating forces under control. That was obviously not completely true because eventually Holland, Luxembourg, and then shortly after Belgium were all forced to see what was happening for themselves. Even as her siblings were in trouble, it grew increasingly difficult to stand by her neutrality. She figured Holland could defend himself, but Luxembourg had always been a weak girl. Just as she was about to take action, it had been too late. His citizen, Hitler, had already made his way into her home.
She managed to fight them off on her own for around 18 days, but it wasn't enough. Her citizens fighting along side her were running out of food and proper water. Ammunition was low and so many lives had been killed, aside from those who were taken to concentration camps. There were too many Germans and she was out powered, out sourced, and out numbered. As much as she despised giving up, there was no choice. Her people needed to before they were all killed and with King Leopold surrendering without any kind of warning, it threw them all through a loop.
Eventually she was forced to speak only German. There would be no speaking Dutch or French unless they wanted to deal with severe circumstances. She found it stupid to get high strung over what language she and her citizens were speaking, but she could understand a little why he did it. As days passed, she saw more and more of her citizens killed and it drove her nuts to not be able to do anything for them. Even though she didn't want to show it, she was under pressure and she was afraid for those who were victimized. It would only be a matter of time before they were all killed or taken over.
She could only hope that some of her Allies would come to her rescue, though she knew that would be a while and it would be tough, seeming as they had their own problems to worry about. She didn't like being the damsel in distress, but it seemed that she really had no choice in the matter. As if by miracle around that time, England had indeed come to her rescue. Just as she had been scratched, beaten, bruised, and bloodied up, England had been as well, if not more than Belgium. While this did hurt her knowing that he'd getting hurt and he, too, had suffered death of his own citizens because he came to her rescue, she felt so much better seeing him there for her.
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She didn't necessarily wake up, but she was hugging her sheets as if she were hugging England. A tear rolled down her face as she muttered his name, "England..."