Monarchy Over the Danube: Chapter 3Monarchy Over the Danube: Or, an Alternate History Tale of Austria-Hungary through the Nations Themselves.The outskirts of Venice. 15 February 1937."…we are here on an urgent mission!" Emperor-King Otto's voice echoed over a distant radio, the words calm yet resolute. "It is true that we are here to reclaim what has been taken away in the Great War. But this is not a mere act of revenge. Remember that the Italians are not our enemies. No! We are here against a heinous ideology, which our neighbors have regrettably fallen under. Think of the people Mussolini and his fascist servants have crushed! This is as much a threat to this land
A Child of HungaryA Child of Hungary: Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale through a Survivor-Nation's Eyes.Somewhere in Sopron. 1989.It seemed more tiring than usual, Julia thought as she sat by the window, coughing a little as she toyed around with a worn-out flute. Anything to keep her mind off from the nagging exhaustion, really. It must have been that trip to the nurse again. Or that hide-and-seek game with the other orphans. Or might have been that pack of rations from those soldiers. But then again, she knew better. At least I still had fun! she assured herself with a smile. With deft hands, she gingerly lifted the chipped off mouthpiece close to her.Outside,
Monarchy Over the Danube: Chapter 2Monarchy Over the Danube: Or, an Alternate History Tale of Austria-Hungary through the Nations Themselves.Hofburg Palace, Vienna. 19 May 1936.As Austria calmly sifted through the papers, he couldn't help but notice just how collected and seemingly soft-spoken the Kaiser was even as most of the ministers made their farewells, soon leaving only themselves and a select group of people answerable only to their liege. If anything, it almost seemed like a nostalgic illusion, only to remind himself that it was neither Franz Josef nor Karl sitting in the middle of the conference room but Otto. If only they can see you now, the bespecta
U.S. of the H.K.- Chapter 1U.S. of the H.K.Chapter 1: Jakob and XeniaAugust 5th, 2122 Vienna, Austria 6:13 PM Hofburg Imperial Palace Two men are in the President's Room in the palace. Austria, and the Austrian President, Jakob Carpaara. A TV is on the other wall, with a news c
The Personal Records: A Classified TaleThe Personal Records of an Alpine Officer: Or, A 1983 Doomsday Classified Tale though an Austrian's Eyes.*click*"Testing…great, the blasted thing's still working. Over a decade in the field and still refusing to die, what are the odds? But I digress. Don't even know who else is gonna actually listen to all this! Guess it's out of habit I'm still doing this…better get this out of the way, then.*coughing noises*"This is Col. Reinhard Utreich, 5th Austrian Militia Garrison, Sopron Frontier. I have been an officer of the Alpine Eastern Expeditionary Corps for the past 12 years and in command of First Group for 10. As of 0930 tod
[fic] Prince Charming - AusHunTitle: Prince CharmingRating: K+Character(s)/Pairing(s): AusHunSummary: "Young ladies shouldn't run around covered in mud, you know?" Elizabeta huffed indignantly and answered, matter-of-factly: "I'm not a young lady." Roderich smiled softly and again, she forgot how to breathe properly. "That's right. You are a princess, Elizabeta. And a beautiful one."Author's Notes: My first try on AusHun, which is a lovely pairing to me.Disclaimer: I don't own this series in any way.Elizabeta didn't believe in lost princesses, enchantment spells, True Love's Kiss and much less Prince Charming, or whatever it was that her friends constantly kep
white PianoI would lay down to sleep at night; I would close my eyes and dream. It is the same dream every night; a beautiful but sad dream. I would be sitting at piano, a white piano, fingering the keys, playing forgotten notes; I would be daydreaming hitting keys making no real sound. But it feels to me like I used to play, play beautiful songs that I now have forgotten. I can feel hands on mine but they are not real they are ghost hands, a fleeting memory, guiding me to the notes I once knew. My face is full of wonder as the keys began to make a song; a song that I can't quite remember. Was it my song? The notes that I play are like a haunting memory
The rebirth and rise of the old Habsburg Empire"The rebirth and rise of the old Habsburg Empire"========================================================In the early 1930's...Austria had by then been reduced to a struggling, unstable republic at the mercy of its fascist neighbors, especially Hitler's Germany. During the time, Chancellor Kurt Schuschnigg made a revision on the law banning the deposed Habsburgs from returning . Matters went ahead when a faction of politicians and diplomats led by Guido Schmidt approached Otto von Habsburg, heir to the old throne, in Belgium on reclaiming his rightful place. After Finally agreeing, he and his conspiration returned to Austria.When th
The Last Minutes to Midnight: Doomsday 1983The Last Minutes to Midnight: Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale through many Nation's Eyes.Somewhere in Washington D.C.Someone told me long ago There's a calm before the storm,I know; It's been comin' for some time.…The stereo kept blaring in the background as Alfred tried to relax. There was nothing much on TV that he didn't already know about, even with those new cable channels propping up. Just another September day of going about the usual business, though it seemed longer than usual. Must be the paperwork again, he convinced himself while grabbing a can of soda. The Nation could have blamed it on Russia again, like he usually did l
2011 WRCB Primer: Sopron Frontier (1983: Doomsday)World Census and Reclamation Bureau Primer: Sopron Frontier, Alpine Confederation (2011 Edition)The Sopron Frontier Territory (Formal Name: The Alpine Frontier Territory of Sopron-Transdanubia; Hungarian: Határ menti Sopron területén; German: Sopron-Ödenburg Grenzgebiet,) is an autonomous protected region located to the east of Austria, based from the intact city of Sopron (German: Ödenburg). Officially, it covers the vicinity of the capital proper and other Alpine border territories along what was once Hungary, though informal claims have included the western half of the former country as well as Magyar-speaking ar
APH - AusHun - Zar Siedziała na łóżku. Machinalnie zaplatała warkocz, wpatrując się przy tym w ścianę i nasłuchując dźwięków układającego się do snu domu. Wiedziała, że za drzwiami pokoju stał strażnik. Pilnował jej każdej nocy, tak jak inni w domu Austrii pilnowali jej w ciągu dnia, uważnie przyglądając się każdej wykonywanej przez nią czynności. Była wię
The World Ball: AustriaXHugaryMiss Elizaveta HedervaryYou are cordially invited to the annual World Ball.Dress is formal; masks optional.This is an official armistice: weapons must be forfeited at the door.Sincerely yours,The International Affiliations Committee.The invitation read. It was lying on my vanity as I got ready. I gently swiped a creamy brown across my lips. "That should do," I said to my reflection, "Ja."I gathered my dress in my hands and rose from the vanity seat. I grabbed my matching black clutch and left Mr. Austria's house for the ball.SzerelemI stepped out of the car and made my way to the check in desk."Good afternoon, Ms. Hedervar
The Maze of Lovers: Chapter 2Chapter 2"Oh, Angleterre," France said, not at all phased by the awkwardness of the situation, "I didn't expect you to come back so soon."England just stood in the doorway, eyes wide in shock and possibly horror. Then, his eyes narrowed into a glare at the Frenchman. "What the bloody hell is he doing here?"Italy cowered in fear behind his older brother. "B-Big brother was just giving me advice on how to confess my love to Germany. Please don't kill me!" the tiny Italian shuddered and hid under the covers of England's bed.The Brit sighed in annoyance. "I'm not going to kill you. Just…please leave so I can speak to France alone." I
The Maze of Lovers: Chapter 3Chapter 3Early the next morning, even though they weren't supposed to meet until later in the afternoon, the nations of the world set out to view the rose garden France had mentioned and choose a place to set up their venues. As they walked down the crowded streets of the city, all the countries were discussing where they would put their booths, how they would set up the decorations, and what games would be played; all except for England, who was still on-edge about the whole situation.This is too odd to be just a coincidence, the Briton thought as he walked down the streets of the smoggy-skied city, That rose garden appearing out of nowh
A Symphony for a New WorldA Symphony for a New World: Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale through a Nation's Eyes.Somewhere near the Sopron Frontier. 2009.After exhausting every piece he could remember, Austria let the final note echo through the cottage as he got up to close the windows. It's too breezy, he thought, or rather forced himself to think, taking care not to have his eyes glance for too long at the box sitting by the piano for the past hours. It would have been delusional to deny what it was: a relic of a world that no longer existed. Of her. Have I really become that desperate? Taking a sigh that seemed heavier than usual, he glanced about at the small room.At
One Unexpected Day Part 1One Unexpected Day: Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale through a Nation's Eyes(1/2)Somewhere near Vaduz. 2010.The hillside garden that formed part of Liechtenstein's house may have been overgrown at points, many shrubs, wildflowers and edelweiss sprouting where they shouldn't be. But overlooking the still picturesque Swiss Alps, it was tempting to act as though what happened in 1983 was nothing more than a dream. Nonetheless, for Austria and the Alpine siblings, it was quiet and secluded enough for a nice picnic. And a good opportunity to let Julia have some recreation, the Nation thought as he tried to share Switzerland some of his strudel. Even
Her Guarding Arm Part 3Her Guarding Arm: Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale through a Once-Nation's Eyes.(3/4)Dreams were peculiar things. Here, Elizaveta knew, was a crack through the divide separating her from the family she left behind. It began with little Sopron. Though it frustrated her immensely to take on various guises at first, the precious time spent with Julia seemed to surpass whatever the afterlife provided. And with each successive visit, the once-Nation found it easier and managed to stay for just a little longer. The same could be said of more distant Partium, who, despite being more Transylvanian than anything else, was still very much her son.Roderic
AusHun: Sadie Hawkins Dance All the girls in the bathroom talkingwho they gonna take to the Sadie Hawkins Roderich turned a corner and went down the hall. It was January, a time for exams, of an overwork load at the World Academy, but the issue to all students that agonized them the most was the semi formal. Who was going with who? Who would ask who? It was the biggest dance in the school besides prom. "Hey Roddy!" My ears are burning but I kept on walkingsmile on my face and an air guitar rocking He turned and smiled at his friend, Elizaveta who was walking down the hallway. They'd had been friends ever since they
16. Eyes: RainTitle: RainAuthor: LetTheWordsFlowRating: TCharacters/Pairings: Austria/HungarySummary: The rain falls and she cries for the anger in those violet eyes. She would always wait for him.Warnings: Angst, mild kissing.Soundtrack: '1901' (sayCet remix) by PhoenixInfo: Part 2 of 'Eyes'. Sorry I made it so angsty, it wasn't intentional. Just a note about the characterization- In my opinion Austria and Hungary wouldn't be the sort to argue often but when they do it would be brutal. I also tried to make it seem like it was the "last chance", like if it happened again Hungary wouldn't be able to take it. Anyway, please enjoyXxxXHungary
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