The hungarian child stood against the wall, looking up at the sky. It was a bright new sunny day, and not only was This Child growing taller, but she was growing something she never thought of. Breasts. "Vhat zhe hell...I didnt know zhat zhese vould grow....ugh...now zhat Demon-Douche Prussia vill make fun of me. He von't train vith me like he used to!" The Hungarian, or Elizaveta, hissed to herself. She thought through it and realized her name actually sounded...girlish. She sighed.
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