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Of Loss and Madness

A RDNA-verse Tale from Two Nations' Eyes

(Chapter 10: Looking at the Abyss)

Outskirts of Dover, England, United Kingdom. 29 May 1984.

"It's quite a sight, eh?"

Stifling back surprise, New Austria glanced at her Canadian host as their car turned right to a small road. No matter how far they were from the rebuilt port town however, the rows of missiles, gun batteries, barbed fences and radio towers continued looming over the landscape. But the traditionally green pastures and gardens Kent was known for remained, radiant in the afternoon sun in spite of the great defenses marring them. Defenses that, despite the naysayers talking about their own country being a glorified airstrip, were necessary to hold back the Reds. And me, the Nation thought with a sigh while adjusting her spring dress. Never again. Nonetheless, the Nation allowed a small smile on her face. Better here at least than London.

"The beauty's still there, Matthew. You just need to look closer," she replied in English just as the vehicle came to a halt near a long-abandoned lighthouse. Stepping out, she noticed a set of weathered posters on the building's walls showing images of her monarchs and flag with the words "Mongrel Krauts" and "Traitor" stamped on. Typical of them. But whatever disgust she had as she moved one turned to wonder, almost gasping at the sight of the British coast, the famed White Cliffs as grand as they always had been. "It is a shame though the Archduchess isn't here to see this."

Loyalist Canada chuckled as he walked up alongside her, straightening his hat and tie. Despite his unassuming appearance however, there was no doubt who was truly defending this realm. "I'm sure Her Majesty would. Though it's for the best that she be the one to accept Arthur's tour around the capital instead of you. No offence."

"None taken. Still, not even our goodwill it seems will that pompous gentleman ever forgive me," she sighed with a hint of disappointment. After all, the newly-crowned Anna-Sophie was the first Habsburg monarch to set foot on English soil in over 40 years. Her visit meant to redeem New Austrian's reputation as much as it was to commemorate the Liberation of Britain. Though the legacy of those war-torn days continued to echo in the English countryside, many of those involved were either long dead or dying out with passing year, including the late General Mihaly. Or killed by my hand here...Gott, keep focused! She shrugged ruefully. "If not for you and King Edward IX, I shouldn't even be here."

"Francesca, you're not the monster people here make you to be. You know this! Mon Dieu, he and Alfred can be alike sometimes. Just give them all - and him more time to come around. Hopefully before he gets around to standing on his own feet again, eh?"

"Ja. Easier for you to say, though." But he's right about that. I'm already a monster.

Shaking her head, the Nation turned her eyes towards the Channel. Save for the occasional jet streaking through the skies, great armored dirigibles and patrolling warships of the newest design, it all seemed deceptively pristine. Yet over the horizon, she could just barely make out the massive forts, weapons and slaves of what was once known France. For beyond those waters, the British Imperial Commonwealth - and the Free World - ended and the Collectivist Internationale's domains began. This was not always so however. Still, the embers refuse to die. The mere thought of it however was enough to cause her to grip her hands into a tight fist, even as she kept up her impeccable facade.

In these times, few remained to tell of what the world was like before the Reds themselves crossed it for the first and only time, before the throng of refugees escaping the Continent through here dwindled to nothing, before the Terror itself with their own eyes. With each passing minute, those numbers shrank ever more. And neither Francesca nor her fellow Free Nations were any closer to putting an end to the Reds. Not when the specter of atomics on both sides and the damnable Collectivist desire for revolution threatened to plunge the world into a long death. To bring us all under their Will! Gott, nothing has changed. Nothing!

Yet... 


For a brief glimmer, New Austria found herself reliving the turmoil all those decades ago. As if a faint trace of that same, dark aspect of herself was screaming in her mind. To finish what should have ended back then. To kill those...Nein!

NEIN! NO MORE! 
The moment passed as quickly as it began, however. Just as she felt male hands gently clasping onto one of hers. I can't...But...ja, I...I...

"I wanted my own will to be done," she whispered as she turned to meet the concerned Canadian's bespectacled eyes. "To this day, I still desire retribution. To exact justice to their damned Will. But I was little better in those battles. I saw - Nein, I became madness then. All for revenge."

To her surprise, Loyalist Canada removed his hat and brought her into a warm embrace. Even as she blushed and resisted the urge to cry, the Nation felt at once glad and relieved that she still had a friend in Matthew. Briefly, her mind went back to that one night when they found intimacy with each other, only to shrug the notion off. What happened between them might never come again. I can never claim what Katya already had. As they parted, she noticed a knowing look in his eyes, as if he too understood.

"Matthew. After all this time-"

"Perhaps it's in all of us," he replied with a somber smile as he glanced at the Channel, just as another jet passed overhead. "But for our crowns, peoples - for our future, we'll pull through somehow. We have to, Francesca. Together. Though I'm certain the Edelstein-Hedervary name is in good hands, whatever happens."

Stunned for a moment, she managed a soft grin as she turned her gaze to the general direction of where the Austro-Hungarian Crownlands once lived, all while the lights from Dover flickered on. Despite all the bloodshed, the world was not yet lost. Someday, she mused, this endless Cold War would come to a close. The Internationale would have their day and see their Will come crashing down. And so long as New Austria was still able to move on, live and endure, none would find her or her people wanting. Neither would her parents' memory be thrown like ashes into heartless oblivion.

If that meant never finding that sense of peace, fighting that madness in her forever, so be it. There's so much more left to do.

"Danke," she murmured while holding on to his free hand. "Whatever happens."


-ENDE-
Of Loss and Madness: Chapter 10 - FIN
This is the 10th and last chapter for the rewritten version of an old fic for the RDNA-verse AU started nearly 5 years ago that I never finished, Of Loss and Madness. ( fav.me/d314w71 ). It took a bit of time and several rewrites, but at last, this fic can at long last be completed.

The ending, while once more shifting back to Francesca/New Austria, time skips to 1984, 40 years after the Liberation of Britain. Despite lingering hatred for New Austrians, she returns as part of a goodwill visit to her newly-crowned Archduchess. Except she decides to take a visit to the famed White Cliffs of Dover with Matthew/Loyalist Canada...and see the enduring divide between the Free Worlds and the Reds.

Not only is this meant to highlight the nature of her kind (as a Nation) but also, put a bit of a bigger spotlight of one of the influences behind the AU. At the same time, this is meant to put both some closure and continuity to the events, tying loose ends in the process. All the while once more highlighting the complicated friendship between Matthew and Francesca. And as bittersweet as the ending is (and perhaps including more than a few nods to both 1984 and Metal Gear), there's still a sense of hope that things will be better. Someday.

All that being said, and just to be safe, this is a work of fiction. Neither do I own Hetalia; all rights belong to Himaruya and respective owners.

With those out of the way, I hope you enjoy this final chapter. It's been a pleasure writing this as well. :)

UPDATE: Made a few final additions. Hope it helps!

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For some trivia.

The Royal Dominion of New Austria ( mdc01957.deviantart.com/art/De… , mdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Na… ) is one of the major "Free Nations" in the RDNA-verse. Essentially, this is the result of the Austrian Habsburgs rather than the Spanish settling and raising up what our world would call Mexico. By the 2010s of the AU though, it's long since become home to the Habsburg Throne-in-Exile, their Austro-Hungarian homelands lost to the "Terror."

The County of Kent, England, where the port city of Dover is located, is traditionally known in real life for its green landscapes and lush gardens. It's also home to the White Cliffs of Dover, situated at the narrowest point in the English Channel between Britain and France.

The British Imperial Commonwealth is what became of the British Empire and the Commonwealth in the RDNA-verse, and has been run by Loyalist Canada since 1945, when it became clear that power had firmly shifted away from the United Kingdom. The ruling monarch in particular c. 1940s, King Alexander is the first of the Windsor-Romanov line and as Tsarenovich Alexei, son of the last Tsar of Russia, who perished with the Russian Empire in the Terror. As of 1984 however, his heir and successor Edward IX is more Canadian than British or even Russian. The information regarding Canada, the U.K. and what became of Western Europe after can be found below:

fav.me/d8zmhmv
fav.me/d92lyk1

The references to the "Invasion" and "Liberation" of Britain in 1942-44 meanwhile are from these maps:

fav.me/d30xqp6 
fav.me/d30j9e3

Which also explain in part the "bittersweet" triumph that left the UK in shambles as well as why the British remain rather upset with their New Austrian "allies."  Which will be explained soon enough...up close. :( (Sad)

A map showing the state of Western Europe c.2015, but just as applicable in 1984 can be found here: Western Europe c.2015: RDNA-verse

The preview image is from 
:iconchaneljay:'s original fanwork The Other Side of Me ( fav.me/d4hkzxg ), which is about New Austria/Francesca herself. All credit and thanks go to her. Also, feel free to check her gallery. :) (Smile)

And yes, the chapter's title is from the lyrics of Mike Oldfield's Nuclear, with a few bits of dialogue and exposition calling back to that song.

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Of Loss and Madness

A RDNA-verse Tale from Two Nations' Eyes

(Chapter 9: Dual Crowns, Dual Hearts)

Vicinity of Neu Wien, Royal Dominion of New Austria. 17 May 1949.

Loyalist Canada kept quiet as he made his way up the main stairway alongside his host. What made him concerned however wasn't so much the seeming absence of guards or the generations of Habsburg history gazing down from the Residence's walls and winding hallways. Nor was it any fear that New Austria would suddenly lunge and kill him on the spot. I know her better than that. I think. Still, he tried shaking his head off those notions and instead focused on the young woman beside him. In her tailored uniform, she walked with both the grace of a noblewoman and the sharp firmness befitting a military officer. But the blue eyes glancing at him seemed like a wild river just crying for release. Just...remain calm.

"There's no need to keep up formalities," she sighed in English with a soft smile as they at long last reached a particular door. "Matthew, no one's stopping you from speaking. Whatever happens is just between the two of us."

Mon Dieu, I do hope so. "Sorry about that, Francesca," he replied with a forced chuckle as they entered a dimmed bedroom that was most certainly hers. "Guess it's the least I could do after helping me out from that civil war a while back. Though it's rather unusual to hear a request like that from you even on a good day, eh?"

"Well, you're one to talk. Though I'm still thankful for you helping put a stop that American's pathetic attempts to fight me. Not to mention all those other adventures or close calls we've had." A melancholy smile lined her face, however as she looked out the moonlit window, arms crossed. "Ja, we've seen so much over the years. And if all this is making you feel uncomfortable, bitte, understand. After what happened back in those battlefields, not even the Vatican can forgive what I've done. What I lost."

"Perhaps someday the others will understand," he sighed. "Time does fly quite a bit, eh?"

Still, as much as New Austria tried to keep a calm veneer, the Canadian sensed just how worried and distressed she sounded. Just as much as he noticed how beautiful she looked under the moonlight. Which made him all the more nervous under his uniform. This isn't right. But I never knew she could...Non. Non! 

"Don't take this the wrong way. It - It's been a long time since a woman asked me to stay the night with her. Not since-"

"Katya, ja? You forever have my sympathies," she finished for him, catching him off-guard. Despite the faint frown lining the lady's face, she seemed to blush as she stepped closer, her voice growing slightly raspier. "But let's not deny it. We would be lying to ourselves if we think the Terror didn't ravish us all. And we both lost those so dear to us. Including my own - Gott, I hope you forgive me for this." 

Before he knew it, Matthew suddenly found himself pulled into a deep kiss. His eyes widened as they parted, blushing profusely as she began undoing her white tunic. So many thoughts seemed to swirl in the Nation's head, finding it hard to focus. At once wanting her and wanting to push her away. Like the whore everyone...NON! I can't..But...

...It wouldn't be fair.

"Saint sicrisse, stop!" he snapped, breathing heavily as he grabbed her free arm. To the Nation's own surprise however, he gently let it go as he slowly moved closer, his hands grazing the fabric of the blushing New Austrian's partially undone tunic. "Let me~"

A part of the Canadian wondered as he slowly removed the garment whether it was the Frenchman in him or the influence of his First Nations, as England would never have approved of it. Still, even as he nimbly undid her skirts and corset, he mused briefly whether Ukraine herself would forgive him if she were still around. With each article of clothing cast off however, his attention remained fixated on the slim, light-tanned body faintly glimmering in the dim light. All the while he swore he heard what sounded like a faint moan. While he had known Francesca as a friend for a long time, it still surprised him how sensual her very being could be.

But as the last of her undergarments fell to the floor, the Nation bit his lip at what he saw. For as much as she was fully exposed to him, so were scars hailing from the still healing English countryside; while their kind could take much more punishment than any person should, it still unnerved him how fresh they almost seemed even after all this time. Here were gashes around her arms and legs, where explosives and bayonets left their mark. All around too laid darkened blemishes where bullets struck through, and faint scratches that he dared not imagine where those came from. As he gazed down at her chest however, he gasped upon seeing a set blots even darker than the rest, each one close to her heart. He knew this all too well, as his mind went back to the final "victory" in London. The exhausted relief in his men as the last Reds were driven out.

The stunned look in her deep eyes as she was put down at last.

And I pulled the trigger. Dieu...I killed you.

"Francesca," he breathed as he tried to shake his head. Only to feel her hands guiding his through her breasts before resting them on her curved back. To his surprise, he noticed how she was already undoing the buttons of his Red Serge tunic. 

"I can never replace her," she whispered as she allowed her hair to flow loose. "And you did what was best for all of us. But just this moment, just this once. Hold me."

Despite himself, Matthew managed a smile as he brought her into a tight embrace. In the end, both of them were as much broken from the war, turmoil and Terror as anyone who lived through those times. An uncertain future still awaited them. Even the outcome of New Austria's return to the world stage remained an open question. But that could wait. For now, I just how I - non, we're doing the right thing. Right, Katya?

"Oui. Of course."

The night was still young.
Of Loss and Madness: Chapter 9
This is the ninth chapter for the rewritten version of an old fic for the RDNA-verse AU started nearly 5 years ago that I never finished, Of Loss and Madness. ( fav.me/d314w71 ). Notably, this is in contrast to the previous chapters entirely new as the earlier version never went this far.

Once more, the focus is on Matthew/Loyalist Canada in 1949 and follows immediately after what happened in Chapter 7. This time however, not only does it also put more light on his friendship with Francesca/New Austria, but it also shows how both of them are in their own sense confused, broken yet persevering. Not to mention his conflicting thoughts and memories if Ukraine. There's also a reason why their friendship is "complicated."

As a warning though, this chapter is very suggestive and bordering on the explicit if you read too deeply into things. But there's a reason for that, which ties in to the horrid happenings of the previous parts. And as much as it might be sensual, it's also a tad graphic in another sense ("Fan Disservice') and more than a bit bittersweet. Still, as much as I tried to make it as tasteful as possible, I hope you don't mind the bittersweet intimacy. :(

With those being said, and just to be safe, this is a work of fiction. Neither do I own Hetalia; all rights belong to Himaruya and respective owners.

With those out of the way, I hope you enjoy this rather dark look back in time, in another world. 

UPDATE: Some slight, last-minute polishing. Apologies!

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For some trivia.

The Royal Dominion of New Austria ( mdc01957.deviantart.com/art/De… , mdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Na… ) is one of the major "Free Nations" in the RDNA-verse. Essentially, this is the result of the Austrian Habsburgs rather than the Spanish settling and raising up what our world would call Mexico. By the 2010s of the AU though, it's long since become home to the Habsburg Throne-in-Exile, their Austro-Hungarian homelands lost to the "Terror." 

A map showing New Austria during (more or less) this time period can be found here: New Austria and the Upheaval: RDNA-verse

The "Red Serge" is a Canadian equivalent of the British "Redcoat" more or less, and is associated with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police in real life. More commonly known as the Mounties.

Saint sicrisse is mild Quebecois French swears that are roughly the equivalent of "Christ." This is in sharp contrast to the much harsher Tabarnak, considered the quintessential Quebecois sacre.

New Austria/Francesca's attire in in essence a roughly Victorian/World War I officer's uniform tailored for women worn in Europe around that period: s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/2… .

The British Imperial Commonwealth is what became of the British Empire and the Commonwealth in the RDNA-verse, and has been run by Loyalist Canada since 1945, when it became clear that power had firmly shifted away from the United Kingdom. The information regarding Canada, the U.K. and what became of Western Europe after the "Terror" can be found below:

fav.me/d8zmhmv
fav.me/d92lyk1

The references to the "Invasion" and "Liberation" of Britain in 1942-44 meanwhile are from these maps:

fav.me/d30xqp6 
fav.me/d30j9e3

Which also explain in part the "bittersweet" triumph that left the UK in shambles as well as why the British remain rather upset with their New Austrian "allies."  Which will be explained soon enough...up close. :( (Sad)

The preview image is from :iconchaneljay:'s original fanwork The Other Side of Me ( fav.me/d4hkzxg ), which is about New Austria/Francesca herself. All credit and thanks go to her. Also, feel free to check her gallery. :) (Smile)

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I've been out of the house a bit longer than expected this weekend. Still, hope to get some stuff done!

Also, finally got to see Inside Out earlier. And...wow! :la:
Of Loss and Madness

A RDNA-verse Tale from Two Nations' Eyes

(Chapter 8: A Shattered Crown)

Westminster, London, England, United Kingdom. 26 April 1944.

"Do you think you're the only one who's bloody lost something?!"

So be it! "Not for long~"

New Austria grinned as she stared at the Englishman in front of her, a service revolver aimed at her own head. That the man known as Arthur Kirkland had her surrounded with weary soldiers armed with rifles and bayonets didn't bother the Nation in the slightest. Like those can hurt me! Neither did the fact that most of those pitiful souls seemed to be from the finest regiments of the British Imperial Commonwealth. Then again, she always craved a challenge. 

"Quite true. I hope your madness is sated by now," the United Kingdom frowned before turning to the uniformed officer beside him. "Captain Smith, you and your men may fire when ready! Show this madwoman true valour."

That was all the Nation needed to hear. Before anyone could pull the trigger however, she lunged right at a pair of khaki-clad Tommies, pistol and knife on hand. As the blade struck one down, she fired on the other soldier, a look of complete shock on the man's face as the bullet entered his skull. It took little more than a split-second to take their lives. Just enough time, nonetheless for the rest of her foes to take aim and fire. But the sensation of blood splattering on her already ragged uniform with each hit did little more than arouse her. Each crack of their guns a prelude to a symphony she was about to conduct. 

Ja. JA!

And you're next!

Shrugging their shots, Francesca turned unloaded every last round she had on whoever stood in front of her. Tossing aside her now-useless pistol she leaped onto another pitiful soul, managing to hear his frantic pleading in what sounded like French before snapping his neck. Soon enough, she nimbly dodged an attempt from behind by a pair of charging Scotsmen, the weathered kilts they wore with their uniforms as fierce as the bayonets fixed on their rifles. Still the nigh feral cackling from her lips remained, one that seemed too off be human even as she managed to cross blades and grab one of their guns. Whoever she couldn't fire, she simply pierced through. It was all the same to her. 

While in the distance, past the hollowed out Parliament buildings, she caught glimpses of her armies marching through the ruined heart of London, her Panzers casting reflections upon the Thames. All this, as the screams of her foes filled the air. It didn't matter in particular who her men were killing. All that mattered was that they did, much as with the corpses she kept stabbing. That you're seeing this, Arthur~ She had killed before, been killed and fought many battles in her life. But this one was so satisfying. So primal.

And the Nation relished it. This was the truth of it all. Nations bred to fight. Men sent to die. We're all going straight to hell. And I'll take those monsters with me! There were no doubts as she turned towards the United Kingdom himself, the Englishman as pale as he was fuming. 

"You fucking bitch," Arthur spat angrily, all semblance of decorum gone as he fired a warning shot close to her feet. "I will not be cowed by some upstart Kraut! Let alone a deranged colonial!"

"Sir Kirkland!" she heard Captain Smith caution pitifully as he tried peeking out from a set of sandbags. "Get to cover! It's too dangerou-"

"NOT NOW!, Anderson!" the Englishman growled as he reloaded his revolver. All the while keeping his glare on her, his infamously thick eyebrows no less intimidating. "Come on, bloody tart! You've already crossed the line in every moral sense as a military officer. As a NATION! YOU'RE JUST AS BAD AS WHAT THE FUCKING REDS DID!!"

For a moment, Francesca noticed the wounds, bloodied marks and torn shreds of clothing on her body. Instead, she laughed those and Arthur's words off with a twisted smile. This was her true self, after all. Ja. Taking more than that to finish me!

"You speak of madness," she replied mockingly in English, her words at once cold, sensual and feral. "But I - Nein, we were simply doing you a favour, Mister Kirkland. Cleansing this land of the Red menace! And if you intend to stop this crusade, then it's such a shame to cut this right when it's beginning!

"This is cleaning? YOU CALLED MASSACRING ENTIRE TOWNS AND VILLAGES OF INNOCENT CIVILIANS CLEANSING?!" The United Kingdom took a few steps forward as he angrily pointed the gun right in the middle of her eyes. "I don't know what awakened this insanity. But you've damned yourself, New Austria! DAMNED YOUR MEN AND THEIR DESCENDANTS FOR YOUR ACTIONS HERE!! Even the Crownland - your precious dead parents will be horrified of what you and your people have become!! This charade. ENDS. NOW!"

No words needed to be spoken. She simply grinned, cackling as she lurched forward before lunging with the rifle straight towards the Englishman. The British aide however quickly jumped in the way, the bayonet piercing through his neck. That this mere man managed to keep a defiant gaze at the New Austrian, gasping what sounded like "For England" under his dying breath meant nothing to her.

Nor did it stop her from tossing the fool's body along with the blade-tipped gun to the side like so much trash.

At that point, not even the world mattered. 

Where were we? Right...YOU...

"Where is your King and Country now~" she whispered, her voice seemingly echoing as she once more drew closer. "Die wahre Krieg ist erst begonnen! AND YOU SHALL WITNESS IT!"

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, bullets riddling her body one by one. Neither the sudden jolts nor the screams growing in her head however kept her from lurching onward with a scream, the knife on her hand almost begging for blood. Even as the United Kingdom kept dodging her strikes with unnatural speed. As much as it frustrated her, it made each blow all the more satisfying. An explosion nearby however cut the fight short as she saw him lose balance. It didn't matter either way as he was all she could see. Not when she used the chance to pin him to a crumbling wall.

"You won't get them back! N-Not like this," the United Kingdom cringed as he pitifully raised his revolver once more, only to have his arm stabbed. "N-No. The F-Free World knows what you've done! You'll p-pay for what you've done, bloody whore! SEE YOU IN H-"

With one flawless motion from her bloodied blade, Arthur at long last fell silent. And for a moment, a part of the Nation felt the urge to cry. But she didn't know why.

Not when there were so many more out there to cleanse, Reds and traitors alike.

This darkened world was hers for the taking. 

Ja. Let my Will be done! And I SHALL...

It was then that she noticed a new wound opening up in her abdomen. Soon followed by several gunshots as a large group of men in grimy uniforms stepped out of the fog of war. Men who, in some other time, she saw as allies. But for all her lingering strength, it didn't take long before the pain came to overwhelm her.

Before she collapsed to the ground, bleeding even as a group of soldiers rushed to impale her with bayonets. Nein! NEIN! YOU WON'T TAKE...

...take...


Gott, what have...

At that moment, resisting the urge to scream, Francesca saw clearly for the first time since what seemed like eternity. All she could do however was mouth a few words as a familiar, bespectacled Canadian came into view. Her eyes widened upon seeing a machine gun in his hands. 

"Y-You too, Matthew?"

"I'm sorry."

Then, there was silence.
Of Loss and Madness: Chapter 8
This is the eight chapter for the rewritten version of an old fic for the RDNA-verse AU started nearly 5 years ago that I never finished, Of Loss and Madness. ( fav.me/d314w71 ). Notably, this is in contrast to the previous chapters entirely new as the earlier version never went this far.

This one continues right after where Chapter 6 left off. And here we see Francesca/New Austria at her worst, or at least as close to her worst as possible. It's also here that we catch a glimpse of Arthur/England/the UK himself coming face-to-face with her. Along with a group of soldiers, all of whom meet an end. 

Suffice to say, this is a rather brutal and bloodily violent part. Which is also reflected in both the narration and Francesca's state of mind, which are...a tad unhinged on purpose, given how it's coming from her perspective. Which makes the reveal of who ultimately "killed" her to end the torment all the more painful. And let me warn you again: this is bloody and violent...as well as a bit depressing and painful to write. Still, I hope it worked out!

With those being said, and just to be safe, this is a work of fiction. Neither do I own Hetalia; all rights belong to Himaruya and respective owners.

With those out of the way, I hope you enjoy this dark look back in time, in another world. 

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For some trivia.

The Royal Dominion of New Austria ( mdc01957.deviantart.com/art/De… , mdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Na… ) is one of the major "Free Nations" in the RDNA-verse. Essentially, this is the result of the Austrian Habsburgs rather than the Spanish settling and raising up what our world would call Mexico. By the 2010s of the AU though, it's long since become home to the Habsburg Throne-in-Exile, their Austro-Hungarian homelands lost to the "Terror." 

A map showing New Austria during (more or less) this time period can be found here: New Austria and the Upheaval: RDNA-verse

The mention of kilt-wearing Scotsmen serving the British forces is a nod to both World War I and World War II, in which there actually were Scottish soldiers who went to battle wearing their kilts with their field uniforms.

England/the UK's aide, Captain Anderson Smith is a direct reference to a RP and collaboration with :iconaufigirl: also set in the RDNA-verse: Project RDNA: Hetalia AU - List of chapters. In fact, parts of the fight are based on the RP as well.

Die wahre Krieg ist erst begonnen is German more or less for "The true war is just beginning."

The British Imperial Commonwealth is what became of the British Empire and the Commonwealth in the RDNA-verse, and has been run by Loyalist Canada since 1945, when it became clear that power had firmly shifted away from the United Kingdom. The information regarding Canada, the U.K. and what became of Western Europe after the "Terror" can be found below:

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The references to the "Invasion" and "Liberation" of Britain in 1942-44 meanwhile are from these maps:

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Which also explain in part the "bittersweet" triumph that left the UK in shambles as well as why the British remain rather upset with their New Austrian "allies."  Which will be explained soon enough...up close. :( (Sad)

The preview image is from :iconchaneljay:'s original fanwork The Other Side of Me ( fav.me/d4hkzxg ), which is about New Austria/Francesca herself. All credit and thanks go to her. Also, feel free to check her gallery. :) (Smile)

As for those who participated in the Liberation of Britain, the Canadians, New Austrians, Americans and Gran Patagonians were the prominent powers who aided the U.K., the former two being the most involved.

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Since it's DeviantArt's 15th Birthday, time to answer some questions~

1. How long have you been on DeviantArt?
  Since September 2010. Even before college though, I'd look up stuff here too!

2. What does your username mean?

  It's in part based on my initials and earliest online account. For some reason, random numbers were a thing back when I was in grade school. :XD:

3 .Describe yourself in three words.
  Introverted. Nerd
y. Creative...I guess. 

4. Are you left or right handed?
  Left-
handed!

5. What was your first deviation?
  This: The World of 2014: RDNA-verse by mdc01957 In hindsight, it's been a long, long road since that map. 

6. What is your favourite type of art to create?
  Eit
her map-making or writing (of the fanfic and original, world-building, alternate history kind). Depending on the mood and time. :)

7. If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
  I'd sa
y a good deal of anime or manga art. Or really, anything that's far better than my own poor attempts at them. :dummy:

8. What was your first favourite?
  I've faved quite a bit over time. T
hough surprisingly, this is still here: Dieselpunk Motivator by hayenmill

9. What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?
  T
he digital art, anime and written stuff, it looks like.

10. Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?
  T
hat...is a hard one. There are quite a number that I've admired, talked with and even befriended that I'm not sure where to begin. :XD:

  But if given a list of those remaining here, I'd say :iconrosel-d: , :iconroyalpsycho: :iconheliosmegistos: and :iconaufigirl: are well up there. :)

  Also helps that a good friend of mine is also here :iconkojab8890:
 
11. If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?
:
iconheliosmegistos: and :iconaufigirl: among others. Also, :iconrosel-d: and :iconchaneljay: even if just because we're in the same country. :XD:

12. How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?
  :iconaufigirl: through our RPing over the years has been inspiring and helping me improve on my writing skills, among others. 

13. What are your preferred tools to create art?
  MS Word and P
hotoshop. It's not much, but it gets the job done.

14. What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?
  W
hereever it is quiet, comfortable and...well, inspiring. :XD:

15. What is your favourite DeviantArt memory?
  First 
hearing feedback on the RDNA-verse. From there, well, stuff happens. :)

All that said and done, have a great evening! :)

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HeliosMegistos Featured By Owner 10 hours ago
What do you think of my progress on this Migs?

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mdc01957 Featured By Owner 9 hours ago
I'd say it's going smoothly. :)
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HeliosMegistos Featured By Owner 9 hours ago
Thanks :)
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mdc01957 Featured By Owner 8 hours ago
Sure thing!
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HeliosMegistos Featured By Owner 1 day ago
"Run mortals, run and cower, run and hide. Death himself has come for you and you're end is neigh. I am he who took the first life, the first killer from a time long before time. I am destruction and entropy incarnate, I am the end of everything!" The Dark One

"I was your slave for the blink of an eye, now you will be mine for an eternity little shadow of the Dawn" - Dark-G
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HeliosMegistos Featured By Owner 1 day ago
Maybe!.

Dark-G is an eldritch horror/abomination from a time before time.

One of the Old Gods/Eldar Gods or the previous existence of the Multiverse that comprises the Dawnverse and Solar Strife.

A vicious, powerful, inexplicably and incomprehensibly cruel and sadistic entity.

The first killer, the first murder.

He who created the and defined concept and nature death and the cession of existence in a single act that forever defined the laws of existence.

Heas been called various names/titles including but not limited to the Soul Flayer, the Butcher of Worlds, the Reaper of Flesh and various other names although most simply called it the Dark One, Dark God or Dark-G or DG for short.

One of the few survivors of the catastrophic war that caused the big bang that reset the multiverse and usherd in the current Multiverses of Man.

A nightmarish and vaguely dinosaurian monstrosity and the lord of death, destruction and entropy. Death itself (not the pathetic Reaper and it's variations).

Entombed beneath the Rockys somewhere in or close by Utah!
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mdc01957 Featured By Owner 1 day ago
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randomartist003 Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the :+fav:!
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mdc01957 Featured By Owner 1 day ago
No problem at all!
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