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Hetalia 1x1 ~ OC!Denmark x Canon!Germany
The date is 9 April, 1940. War has already been declared on Nazi Germany, which has continued its rapid expansion across Europe.
Denmark has been warned of an invasion coming her way, but has decided to keep defense low in the hopes that Germany will not be provoked and attack her. However, her judgement was wrong – and violence has spread across her borders. She now waits in Copenhagen for his arrival, hoping that she can turn him back.
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The sky was overcast and grey, looming ominously above the small capital of Copenhagen. It was a beautiful city, even in this weather, but the atmosphere was tense. Terrified. Many fruitlessly hoped that perhaps the invasion would be called off, despite the fact that the enemy had already breached their borders. They were inside.
Copenhagen had been breached, its harbour taken up with the flag of the Nazis flying high. The Citadel had fallen, without a single bullet being shot. There had meant to be a warning shot, but they couldn’t get the gun to work. Of course such bad luck should befall them on this day.
A woman with long brown hair stood at the steps of Amalienberg Palace. She was flanked by the King’s Royal Guard. Her clothes were her own uniform, signifying her rank. She was apart from the army. She was Denmark, the country itself, and her navy blue fatigues represented that. A small pin on her right breast pocket showed her flag, colours bright in the dark. The red may as well have represented the blood of her countrymen. Some had already fallen this dark day.
Denmark looked up at the sky, feeling the first raindrop splash onto her cheek. A shiver ran down her spine as she began to hear the sounds of screams and the German military. “Stay strong,” she whispered in Danish to her men. They were still, guns loading. She held her own in her hands. As the army approached, they took shelter and readied their arms. “Fire at will!” she called in her mother tongue as the heavens rained down upon them.
The date is 9 April, 1940. War has already been declared on Nazi Germany, which has continued its rapid expansion across Europe.
Denmark has been warned of an invasion coming her way, but has decided to keep defense low in the hopes that Germany will not be provoked and attack her. However, her judgement was wrong – and violence has spread across her borders. She now waits in Copenhagen for his arrival, hoping that she can turn him back.
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The sky was overcast and grey, looming ominously above the small capital of Copenhagen. It was a beautiful city, even in this weather, but the atmosphere was tense. Terrified. Many fruitlessly hoped that perhaps the invasion would be called off, despite the fact that the enemy had already breached their borders. They were inside.
Copenhagen had been breached, its harbour taken up with the flag of the Nazis flying high. The Citadel had fallen, without a single bullet being shot. There had meant to be a warning shot, but they couldn’t get the gun to work. Of course such bad luck should befall them on this day.
A woman with long brown hair stood at the steps of Amalienberg Palace. She was flanked by the King’s Royal Guard. Her clothes were her own uniform, signifying her rank. She was apart from the army. She was Denmark, the country itself, and her navy blue fatigues represented that. A small pin on her right breast pocket showed her flag, colours bright in the dark. The red may as well have represented the blood of her countrymen. Some had already fallen this dark day.
Denmark looked up at the sky, feeling the first raindrop splash onto her cheek. A shiver ran down her spine as she began to hear the sounds of screams and the German military. “Stay strong,” she whispered in Danish to her men. They were still, guns loading. She held her own in her hands. As the army approached, they took shelter and readied their arms. “Fire at will!” she called in her mother tongue as the heavens rained down upon them.