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Monarchy Over the Danube RE: Prologue
Monarchy Over the Danube: an Alternate History Tale of Austria-Hungary Retold through the Nations Themselves.
Undisclosed location outside London, United Kingdom. 15 July 1938.
The world was inching ever closer towards the abyss. Arthur Kirkland had long since come to grips with that notion. As did everyone else in the conference hall, his motley group of allies, as they waited around a large map of Europe that had been laid on the table. They should bloody do by now! the embodiment of Great Britain thought irritably.
With Herr Hitler growing madder by the hour, Poland would likely be overwhelmed before anyone could step in to save him. While further east, Ivan seemed to grow ever more impatient in trying to make the world one with him. Not to mention Japan’s preposterous Co-Prosperity Sphere nonsense in Asia. Barely twenty years after the Great War, and it looked as though another one was bound to happen any day now. Never a
'Music Brings us Together'
It was one of the first few weeks Elizaveta had been working for Roderich as a maid. She had just finished all of her chores for the day, and was exhausted. She worked tirelessly, having not much else to do or look forward too. She walked down the hallways, heading to her quarters, when suddenly she heard the faint sound of a piano. She had no idea it was Roderich in the music room playing such sweet music. She had rarely spoken with him since she became his maid- it was a strictly work relationship. Instead of returning to her room as she planned, she got up and walked to the music room, sitting down outside the door to listen. Though he played passionately, there were a few mistakes still. It was a new piece he had just learned. Elizaveta hardly noticed the mistakes, not knowing much about music. She slowly closed her eyes, a small smile crossing her face. Within a few minutes, she was asleep, hugging her knees, and leaning against the wall.
Some hours later he fin
He shouldn't be shivering.
It's past noon and the Italian sun is at its highest; blazing down on his bare back and legs. When they'd parked and left the car fifteen minutes ago, he found it unbearable. Yet as he shuffles closer now and the waves lap over his toes, a chill sweeps over him.
There's nothing he can do to prevent the gasp slipping out. His pulse is throbbing and urge of adrenaline in his legs is so insistent. 'Run!' it screams 'run, run, run!'
He doesn't, though. She might not have voiced the desire for a beach trip while they were visiting, but he could tell that she really wanted to come, deep down. So he forces himself to stay calm for her, manipulating his thoughts into false reassurance.
'It'll be just like swimming in the Danube. Think how many times you've done that together.'
The memories are sweet- laughter and damp hair and half-submerged kisses- but they do little to comfort him. Out of the corner of his eye he catches sight of a white /something/ bobbing
Their Forged Marriage
Their Forged Marriage (Schizophrenic!Austria X Hungary)
Divorcing her never was his intention. It wasn’t something he wanted, but she did. Despite this, it didn’t take him by surprise.
The marriage began as a purely political one. He ordered it, even though he wasn’t thrilled with the idea of marriage to say the least. As it stood though, Hungary was the only country that didn’t bully him constantly. In fact, Elizaveta seemed to want to help him, and that was rare. He could at the very least have her perform everyday chores and defend him from the others.
And thus, the marriage was turned into a reality.
They had a simple ceremony. It contained only the basics of a wedding: the bride (minus the expensive dress of course), the groom, and an officiant. This was the best for both of them, as it cost almost nothing but still got the job done.
The wedding night wasn’t anything special either. In fact, he made them sleep in separate beds, across the house from e
'Ich Liebe Dich'
This story takes place before the second marriage of Roderich and Elizaveta, back about a few months after they began to date again.
It was a cold winter night, and the couple sat together in Roderich’s house, on the sofa, lit only by the fire in the fire place across the room, holding each other closely. Elizaveta laid her head on Roderich’s chest as she smiled, holding her arms around him. She opened her eyes, looking towards the small coffee table next to them. A box of chocolates he had bought her laid on top of it. She reached her hand over and took one, quickly popping it into her mouth. She smiled at the sweet taste.
“Roddy, do you want a chocolate?” She asked him.
“O-oh, nein, danke, those are yours. You eat them.” He insisted.
“But I want to share them with you! I know how much you love chocolate.” She giggled.
“Well.... If you insist.” She laughe
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A February Interlude (1983 Doomsday AU)
A February Interlude: Or, a 1983 Doomsday Tale through the Nations' Eyes.
Outskirts of Linz, Alpine Confederation. 2014
Not too long ago, Austria mused as he slowly slid into consciousness, he made it a point not to share his bed with anyone, human or Nation if circumstances permitted it. After so many years, it had become something of a habit. To remind him of times when he didn’t have resort to something like that every single day. As he opened his eyes to the sight of his worn-out if elegant bedroom, sunlight lazily filtering through the curtains, that no longer seemed to matter.
At least, he thought quietly while putting on his spectacles. Not anymore. The Nation’s real attention was on the sleeping lady slowly waking up under the sheets beside him, her bare, heaving body so close to his. A part of him was bemused at how snugly fit the flower in her hair still was even after all they did the previous night. While some other part of him wanted
All the little things I love about you (APH)
1. I love making you smile.
2. I love your gorgeous, talented musician hands.
3. I love the little mole by your lip... and what happens when I touch it.
4. I love the way close your eyes in concentration when you play the piano.
5. I love the frills at the end of your cuffs.
6. I love celebrating our anniversary, even if it's been a century since our divorce.
7. I love your thick-framed, aesthetic glasses.
8. I love how hard you try to hide your frugality.
9. I love your serious purple eyes.
10. I love the fact that such minimal amount of physical activity exhausts you.
11. I love it when you get lost and need me to come and rescue you.
12. I love listening to you express your emotions through music.
13. I love being able to protect you whenever you're threatened.
14. I love your delicate, skinny body.
15. I love the fact that you still think jabots are in fashion.
16. I love the strands of hair that fall over your left eye.
17. I love it when you take me out to concerts.
Ghosts of Yuletides' Past
Ghosts of Yuletides' Past: Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale through the Nations' Eyes
Somewhere along the Newfoundland coast, Canada. 2013.
“Sacre, I don’t see why you have to show up this Christmas,” Matthew Williams groaned as he set aside another jar of maple syrup, rubbing his hands together to keep out the cold air seeping through his cabin. Sitting on a chair across from him was a young man casual clothes and an old bomber jacket who for all intents and purposes shouldn’t even be there. “Not that it’s a bad thing, given you’ve missed that past 30 since – you know…”
“Come on, man,” the late Alfred F. Jones whined. “I don’t wanna leave ‘ya here by yourself!”
“Says the one who didn’t actually survive.”
The embodiment of Canada rolled his eyes for a moment. He should have been getting used to this by now. Why do I even bother?
“At least Am
AusHun ~ Just Give Me a Reason
AusHun ~ Just Give Me a Reason
Right from the start you were a thief
You stole my heart
And I your willing victim
I let you see the parts of me
That weren't all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them
His nimble fingers danced across the black and white keys, making the piano sing with each tap of his finger. The music leaping as his fingers moved, stitching together the tapestry that was Beethoven’s Sonata No. 14.
His body began to rock with the emotion with the piece and the memories of days gone by.
Of the days where there was a woman sitting next to him, watching intently as his fingers performed pirouettes and devants across the ivory keys.
But now he was alone, nearly a hundred years from his divorce with nothing left but his memories of their union and a looming sense of loneliness.
He sighed before moving to his room to pack for the oncoming World Convention.
Now you've been talking in your sleep, oh, oh
Things you never say to me, oh, oh
Tell me that yo
Wasteland Madness: Chapter 2
Wasteland Madness: A 1983 Doomsday Tale through a Nation's Eyes.
Outskirts of Vaduz, Alpine Confederation. 2013.
The figure tried to laughed, only for the voice to come out coarse, barely human yet uncomfortably familiar. Matthew himself never really bought into England’s faerie superstitions or France’s tall tales of exorcisms. Yet he found it hard to ignore that this rotted corpse actually was once Elizaveta Héderváry. Whatever other thoughts were in his mind were quickly silenced however as he, and no doubt the others heard loud noises in the background that sounded suspiciously Austrian.
“You’re correct,” the former Nation hissed in English as the she stepped forward. “And I have come back to the living from the ashes of my land! Oh, how I missed you all.”
“T-This has to be a bloody trick!” he heard Ireland gasp. “We’ve s-seen Arthur die. Nations a
Wasteland Madness: Chapter 1
Wasteland Madness: A 1983 Doomsday Tale through a Nation's Eyes.
Outskirts of Vaduz, Alpine Confederation. 2013.
For Matthew Williams, it was but another impromptu meeting. Of course, that in itself wasn’t really unusual. Neither was holding these in Liechtenstein’s house, let alone anywhere in the neutral Alpine Confederation. But why did it have to be on Halloween? the Nation of Canada, lately the Canadian Remainder Provinces sighed to himself. Meanwhile, the other members of the Atlantic Defense Community went about yet another shouting match. A tired smile crossed the Canadian’s face though, knowing that much of that wasn’t aimed at him.
“Why don’t we just beat Romano’s arse and be done with him, laddies?!” he heard Scotland sneer. “That bugger and his Mafia dons have been giving us nae but a constant mess!”
“What?!” A clearly frail yet frustrated Spain snapped, fresh scars
A Rekindled Anniversary: An Alternate 8th of June
A Rekindled Anniversary: Or, a Story in the Cold War through a Nation's Eyes
Somewhere in Vienna, Austria. 1989.
”So…till we meet again?”
“Ja…to happier times…”
Roderich Edelstein’s eyes snapped open, finding himself at the back of his 1960 Mercedes-Benz. Oh Gott, he groaned inwardly. Why now? Outwardly however, the embodiment of Austria remained as calm if not seemingly aloof as ever. A proper gentleman and aristocrat would not let himself lose face even from such odd matters like dreams as much as one could help it. Never mind that his old titles and status hadn’t been used in decades. As though it matters now.
Fittingly enough, today also marked another seemingly lost event. He glanced at an old, unassuming ring on one of his fingers for a moment before closing his eyes. While the Eighth of June and the Augsliech it commemorated no longer had the same resonance to the outsi
Children of Two Worlds: 1983 Doomsday/RDNA-verse
Children of Two Worlds: Or a 1983 Doomsday and RDNA-verse Tale through the Nations' Eyes
Somewhere in the Sopron Frontier. 2013.
This can't be happening, Francesca thought, loosening the collar on her dress uniform as her free hand grasped onto to a tree for support. Not again! On most any other occasion, the embodiment of New Austria would have reacted with the utmost stoicism. This time was an exception.
Her mind frantically raced, trying to make sense of what was going on, let alone where she was. One minute, she was preparing for a meeting with Loyalist Canada and the other Free Nations. Then here she was. Her eyes darted here and there, a growing sense of dread filling her as she recognized the landscape. For all she knew, she might very well be stepping on her adoptive parents’ remains. This can’t be happening! THIS ISN’T…NEIN! Hold it together…
It took much of the embodiment of New Austria’s willpower to re
Doomsday RE: An Alpine Dawn
Doomsday RE: An Alpine Dawn
Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale Through a Nation's Eyes
Somewhere in Burgenland. 1983.
Sweating under the bulky combat overalls that formed his radiation suit, Switzerland wearily made his way towards a large, nondescript tent nestled away from the main encampment. And on such short notice too, he grunted to himself as he tried ignoring the weight of his equipment. In fact, much of it from his rifie to boots was still covered in grime and gunpowder. Though this place seems safe enough.
Yet even from here, the Nation’s ears sensed the familiar sounds of gunfire echoing in the distance over the haunting wind. While the sky itself had taken on a dreary, almost monotone grey even if it was only 2:00 PM. Glancing towards the still smouldering battlefield behind him, he already knew that this so-called invasion was over. Though the few remaining Soviet leaders kept making pleas to cease fire, it was clear the Austrians, albeit with Swiss
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Care for Lizzie
When Hungary was on her way to do the chores she stopped walking and put her hand to her forehead. She felt dizzy and was breathing heavily. What was it? Ever since she woke up this morning she felt so funny but she was completely fine yesterday. Could it be something she ate?
“ Hungary-san!” The itty bitty Italian said. ”Are you okay?”
Hungary looked down at him and then she realized she was standing in the middle of nothing and was breathing like if she had been running many miles.
“ Yes Ita-chan, I am fine” she smiled at him and reached down to pat his head which almost caused her to stumble. “ Just a bit dizzy that's all”
While she was doing the dishes she felt warmer and warmer. Well, you do get warmer by doing the dishes but she felt like a volcano.
“Maybe I should sweep outside a bit”, she thought and swept away sweat from her forehead. It could be a good idea since it was chilly outside and she really needed to cool
Hetalia Random meme pairing
FAVORITE NORTH ITALY (FELICIANO) PAIRING:
North Italy x Fem! Germany (Feliciano x Louise)
FAVORITE GERMANY (LUDWIG) PAIRING:
Germany x Fem! Italy (Ludwig x Felicia)
FAVORITE JAPAN (KIKU) PAIRING:
Japan x Taiwan (Kiku x Lin Yi Ling)
FAVORITE AMERICA (ALFRED) PAIRING:
America x Vietnam (Alfred x Mai)
FAVOURITE ENGLAND (ARTHUR) PAIRING:
Forever alone (?)
FAVORITE FRANCE (FRANCIS) PAIRING:
France x Seychelles ( Francis x Victoria)
FAVORITE RUSSIA (IVAN) PAIRING:
Russia x Fem!China (Ivan x Chun-Yan)
FAVORITE CHINA (YAO) PAIRING:
China x Fem!Russia (?) (Yao x Anya)
FAVORITE AUSTRIA (RODERICH) PAIRING:
Austria x Hungary (Roderich x Elizabeta) :iconloveloveplz:
FAVORITE BELARUS (NATALIA) PAIRING:
Belarus x Lithuania (Natalia x Toris)
FAVORITE BELGIUM PAIRING:
Belgium x Spain (Laura x Antonio) :iconlovelov
A Quiet Anniversary
A Quiet Anniversary: Or, a Story from the Days of Empire, told through the Nations' Eyes
Outskirts of Linz, Austro-Hungarian Empire. 1892.
Most respectable women would have found the notion of swordsmanship, let alone wielding a sword as a morning exercise to be unbecoming of their stature. Then again, Hungary mused as she parried nimbly against her sparring partner in a field shirt and trousers, being a proper lady never really appealed to her. It also helped that unlike most gentlemen, her husband not only consented to such moments but willingly chose to join the Nation in them.
Most of the time, the Nation added with a playful smile as she blocked another attempted blow, the blade in her hand flowing naturally with her movement. Still, it did feel odd how Austria seemed more eager than usual, given that they were still fresh from a trip from Vienna the night before. Or how the man was quick in suggesting the field facing his newly built summer house, the
Shipping Wars Rant.
Hey guys! I know a lot of people don’t like rants but hear me out. I’m really tired of people saying someone’s art/fanfics would be better if they were that persons OTP/Ship rather than theirs. THAT IS NOT OKAY!!! Whoever wrote or drew something on any cite took time and effort out of their day(s)to do something for the people, the site, and/or other shippers they don’t deserve a comment or anything like that. This is wrong and just mean. As someone that’s seen and/or got it before knows that it’s plain a** rude! I know a lot of people are going to say "haters gonna hate" but, that does not make it okay.
If you’re one of those people most likely you may not think you’re being mean or inconsiderate but I’ll tell you right now YOU ARE! You personally may not think it’s a big deal but, other do so think twice about what you comment. If its little things like constructive criticism that is fine but, telling someone to compl
APH Austria - Songfic - Mandy (AusHun)
I remember all my life
Raining down as cold as ice.
Shadows of a man,
A face through a window cryin' in the night,
The night goes into
Morning just another day;
Happy people pass my way.
Looking in their eyes,
I see a memory I never realized how happy you made me.
I look up from the table I have set up next to my grand piano. I almost react to a noise, a sound of a crashing thundercloud in the sky above my apartment. I look out the window, past the long lavender curtains. The clouds are a blackened grey and still shedding water at a rate so grand, in my younger days I would have believed God was flooding the earth. I think to remember the last time it rained this hard. I am suddenly reminded of each time it has poured so while I felt how I do today. The correct word to describe my emotion today most likely does not exist in the languages I am familiar in. And they say the Germans have a word for everything.
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Made a new group!
For those Harry Potter and Hetalia fans that loves roleplaying, there's a RP group for you! I know there are a few others out there, but this one is fresh and a good new start. However, it is still in a kinda major WIP, but will be awesome soon! You have to complete the form to join, but many members would be greatly appreciated!! Actually, you know what, I'm going to make this a little contest: the first ten members of the group will get a llama.
The group: :iconRP-Potteralia:
Indeed a good night
Indeed a good night
Austria X Hungary
I stood there, admiring Austria's piano play. It was the same every day, I woke up early in the morning, put on my maid dress and did the chores in the house. Not that I hated it or something but I kinda feel empty. I want more, I want Austria. We have been married for some decades now, but it doesn't feel like we are married, it feels like we are acquaintances or something. He never kisses me, he never hugs me, he barely touches me. I am so in love with him and I want to be more like a wife to him then a maid. Sure, the marriage was political and it wasn't based on love but I wasn't against this marriage because it was Austria, the man I loved. I want him to feel the same way I feel about him.
This was Hungary's thought while listening to the beautiful music. But the pretty music stopped and Austria got up from the chair and walked towards the door.
“ Hungary, I got to go to my boss for a while, can you watch the house till I am back?&