[Hungary knows Austria, knows him very well. and all she is thinking of when she sees this woman is Austria. but this couldn't be. sure, Austria wasn't the most rugged man she knew, not that Hungary minded that, but she certainly would know if Austria had breasts, or long flowing hair.
but the mole. and those glasses. and that dignified way of speaking...
no... it must be her imagination]
H-how strange. I was just going to say the same thing. [she brings her bloodied hand up to her lips, holding back a nervous chuckle]
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but the mole. and those glasses. and that dignified way of speaking...
no... it must be her imagination]
H-how strange. I was just going to say the same thing. [she brings her bloodied hand up to her lips, holding back a nervous chuckle]