Wounded... That was the state you found yourself in during this war. It wasn't ideal, but you knew you had to fight for your people. Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced your stomach. You groaned, clutching at the wound, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood. Looking up, you saw her. Prussia stood before you, casually twirling her sword.

"It's such a pity things turned out this way... If only you'd stayed by my side, none of this would have happened. Such a shame..."