Skynxy

Hungary’s POV The war began. It began slowly, like the ticking of a clock that you’ve been looking at for hours on end, but after the first bullet was fired, it was as if the war was the bull and we were the matadors waving a red cape mockingly. It came right for us, and our job was to kill it. Germany and I had been really close friends around that time and even more-so now. Not politically, but in another more personal sense. We would sit in the grass as I talked away our memories of the Great War and his more recent worries of a totalitarian government rising to power. He didn’t want a dictator; Italy already had one, a