Im two days into belgium,Building my defensive line,Theres this guy lets call him britain,Saying to move back past the rhine,But it doesnt sit with me quite right,Because i cant match his naval might,and i keep thoughtlessly throwing soldiers at the french lines in the Middle of the night,i wake up under fire,and i wake up really cold,and i wake up in the mire,see my food's all turned to mold,see i dont like fightin' france,but i must obey as i've been told,so i just shoot around and keep my head down and hope our lines will hold and,austria keeps telling me that i'm doing so well,i try to trust him honestly i find it hard to tell,if i need guns,if i need bombs,i try my best to remain calm,i tell myself i say out loud its fine i'll figure it all out,i tend to forget my empire's quite young,in a way this war of mine has just only begun,i've got time i've got time,im two days into belgium and i know i crossed a line,'cause that guy we called britain is now an enemy of mine,my allies say

BRO IM LAUGHING TF OUT OF THE SOUNDLMAAOOOOOO

now... its my time to 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑬 hehe! thanks man!

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