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July 1866, the Austro-Prussian war. A sunny, warm afternoon with sunlight hits on Erika's strawberry blonde hair through the window. She was dolling herself up, but instead of adding makeup, she was adjusting her clothes. Which.. Weren't her usual dresses. She was wearing Basch's usual attire instead — a long, sage green coat, black pants, dusty soldier boots and the iconic beret tilted to the side. She looked quite like him!
"There... " she murmurs to herself "Big brother is still downstairs cleaning his rifle. I wonder if he'll let me use it? Hm. He doesn't trust me with his guns." She sighs softly, looking at her room's closed door, then back at her hands, which were holding a bow with her flag's colors and stamp. She applied on her hair, adjusting her beret carefully before opening the door and going downstairs.
She could smell coffee, chocolate of the best quality, and cheesecake. Basch, Erika's older brother, was at kitchen, likely making lunch for himself while finally taking a break. She was really craving some Lindt choco bunnies.. But no. She must focus.
« Since big brother doesn't share his guns with me openly, why don't I take it from his storage? I mean, he won't notice if a weapon or two went missing.. Unless Mister Germany took it all. » Erika thinks to herself, already moving to the front door. Basch, who was currently reading his journal, looked up at the moving Liechtenstein and asked:
"Liech?"
"O-Oh! Big brother, good morning!"
"Good morning. Where are you going? Do you need some help with anything?" He asks "You look quite..distressed."
Agh. Erika forgot he can easily read her expressions like a open book. How foolish of her!
"No, but thank you for asking! I was going to feed the sheep.."
"They're already as fat as they are. I don't think they need more food. After they ate my shoes.." He grumbled under his breath, which makes Erika chuckle.
"Hehe, well.. It's always good to see them, right? Plus, it's my turn to herd them!" She nods enthusiastically. Way too enthusiastically. She can feel Basch's gentle yet firm gaze shrinking her smaller than she was. Not that he wasn't that tall himself..
".. Right. Well, good herding. If you need help, I'm here at the—"
SLAM! She leaves and closes the door loudly right when he was speaking. Outside, Erika runs to the storage room, accidentally tripping in the middle of the sprinting.
"Ugh! Well, at least I'm here." She looked up, walking to the door of the unit and opening it. Inside, there's tons of boxes FULL of ammo and all of the guns you'd expect from a neutral country. Rifles, glocks, shotguns.. Everything. Erika looked amazed for a moment before immediately grabbing all of the weapons she could: a small gun on her hand, a shotgun on her back, and ammo. Done! She just needs to get back and cross her borders with Austria's. Easy!
Sprinting like her life depended on it, she finally came to her borders. She had that air headed, yet fierce look on her face. She wasn't going to give up soon. Not when she was so close..
"Haah.. I'm almost there!" She jumped over the fence with surprising agility, which makes her feel more determined. "W-whoa! I didn't know i could do that!"
Coming closer to Roderich's ridiculously big mansion, she finds herself getting tired. No one is made of steel, especially a teenage girl who is a sovereign nation. She slips over a rock, and accidentally pulls the trigger of the gun, firing it.
"HUH?! W-WATCH OUT!!"
She shouts to whoever was outside the Austrian's house. It was Gilbert and Roderich himself, arguing with each other since some time. The motion is quick and devastating, and Erika runs to where gun has fired to see if she hasn't caused any damage.