|A visual map of Europe in 1983: Doomsday and the 1983: Doomsday Stories AU.|
Monarchy Over the Danube RE: PrologueMonarchy Over the Danube: an Alternate History Tale of Austria-Hungary Retold through the Nations Themselves.Monarchy Over the Danube RE: Prologue by mdc01957
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
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Alone TogetherThe sound of children laughing and screaming rushed outside. They chased each other, pushed each other too hard on the swing or caused one another a scraped elbow or knee. One lonesome girl sat under her usual tree gazing out under her peers with a distaste beyond her years. After surveying the landscape and seeing nothing of interest, Lisa went back to the drawings in her notebooks. The only friends she had.Alone Together by inkstaineddove
Footsteps crept up behind her, causing her to leap. A boy - about an inch taller than her - stood before her. He had cautious green eyes and black hair that was a mess. He looked so small, like the world would swallow him up. And yet, he had the tiniest hint of a smile on his face as if knowing this didn't bother him.
"Hello there," he greeted her quietly. His voice was accented by that of a British gentlemen. Lisa found it charming in a way. "My names Eric. I'm new here. Can we be friends?"
The innocence to his question was so pure. The whole thing of him was innocent
We'll Make It Out, Together Ch.11949, Soviet Russia
The wooden doors to the basement creaked open. A silhouette of a man trailed down the stairs. He grumbled about how "demeaning" and "embarrassing" this was.
He reached the ground with a loud huff. Finally taking in his surroundings, what he saw in front of him was an absolute amazement. A woman with long brown hair sat on the floor. The last time he had seen her, she had looked perfectly healthy. Now she looked frail and malnourished. She picked away at various items and put them back in their proper spots.
The man's red eyes filled with hope for the women to be who he suspected. "Lizzie?" His words were barely a whisper. Elizaveta – as she preferred to be called – looked up. Her greens met his reds with an equal amount of small hope.
"Gil." She breathed. For the first time in years she felt truly happy.
Gilbert gave a big grin. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He sat down beside her. He remembered where they were once more and lost his signature smil