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Of Loss and Madness

An RDNA-verse Tale from Two Nations' Eyes

(Chapter 2: Ruled Britannia) 

Devon countryside, England, United Kingdom. 19 November 1943.

“I say we take caution moving forward,” Matthew’s voice suggested through the private radio. “My commanders and our allies believe that the enemy’s leaving more holes in its retreat, though I wouldn’t put it against those maniacs to leave a few traps behind. I take your intelligence got the same conclusion.”   

“They have,” Francesca C. Edelstein-Hedervary replied on the receiver with a warm if professional flair. “Still, while I agree, now is not the time to show restraint. Still, while I agree, now is not the time to show restraint. The sooner these Reds are thrown out of here, the sooner we can bring the Terror to a final end. And – and…” There was a brief pause, however, as she shook her head, straining to keep her voice level. “…My apologies. But you can count on New Austria’s finest to carry this day.”

“I’ll take you up on that, eh?” the Canadian chuckled before sliding to a more concerned tone. “Just – be careful out there.”

I should stop doing that. Despite the near-mishap, the Nation allowed herself a faint smile even as she adjusted the collar on her cavalry officer’s uniform. “Of course. Bitte, just save me some of the glory, Matthew."

As she put the receiver down, however, she felt an uncomfortable sensation threatening to overwhelm her. Still, with some effort, she shrugged it off and took a moment to compose herself. With each passing week, these instances were getting worse. Must be the exhaustion. Gott...I can't afford to show weakness now. Blood must be spilled...Nein, I can't...

"Are you alright, Fraulein?"

Francesca snapped out of her reverie to find one of her officers approaching her. She recognized him as Col. Janos Mihaly of the 1st Hungarian Rifles, the latest in a long line of aides to her and her ‘late’ parents. "I'm fine, Ezredes," she replied in Hungarian with a measured nod. "I suppose it’s just the exhaustion from battle. But t
his war won't end itself, after all. What is the situation now?"

He cleared his throat as they exited the radio tent and into the open air of the encampment. "The stalemate's broken. Our enemies are losing heart as we speak." 

Before both of them, past their fellow New Austrians, craters and trenches laid the smoking husk of Honiton as the few remaining Red stragglers flee into the horizon. The once quaint English town, what remained it at least, had been inexplicably abandoned by the enemy along with others in the area, apparently to regroup further east. Compared to the frantic firefights of the previous weeks, it really seemed as though the Collectivist Internationale and its slaves were at long last letting up; some were even beginning to think that the campaign would actually be over by Christmas. Yet even as her commanders and soldiers advance across the English countryside it also seemed too convenient. Nein, I can’t show weakness now!

" We can move in at any time, Fraulein,” the aide whispered. “The men await the order.” 

"l see, but..."

The female Nation’s eyes glanced at those around her, at once sensing the discipline, anxiety and anticipation of her own countrymen – Deutsch, Magyar, Czech, Mezoamerikaner, New Austrians one and all. She knew as well that the other commanders were making similar moves. Then again, there's only one way to be sure. Ja...It shall be magnificent...

"Go ahead, Ezredes. We have some Englishmen to free."

"Jawohl, meine Fraulein."

After returning salutes, she took to her horse and joined the rest of her soldiers. Francesca could already see some of the other units advancing ahead of her. Mustering her best face, feeling the familiar tinge of bravado course through her despite the fatigue, she rode ahead to the front. There was no time for speeches. It's now or never.

"Onward!” she shouted. "For God, Liege and Country!"

For what seemed a moment, the scene looked right out of old painting. Like Papa's old stories, she thought wistfully. Flags flying proudly. The sounds of horses and tanks meshed with a symphony of rallying cries while the air roared from the distance with the sound of planes and dirigibles. All moved relentlessly, knowing that each inch of land freed was payback against the Reds. And she was on the winning side. Before long, the town was right in front of her. Victory seemed assured.

Then the explosions came. Around her, the men found themselves in complete shock as ambushers started streaming out of the town. Desperately, she fired blindly with her pistol, struggling to stay focused. Amidst the screams, she could hear – and feel – the dying gasps of her men, all falling one by one to her mounting horror. From the horizon, she could make out the all too familiar banners, screams and massed swarms of the Internationale’s minions. Gott. We were set up…Nein…NEIN…

"Fall back!” she shouted even she kept firing her weapon. “Bitte, for the love of God, DON'T DIE!" She looked on in immense pain and horror as her moment of triumph cost her even more grief. A sudden explosion soon threw all other thoughts aside as she fell off the horse, onto the bloodied ground.         

Then she felt nothing.

Of Loss and Madness: Chapter 2
Found a bit of time while out-of-town to post this: it's an updated, rewritten version of an old fic for the RDNA-verse started nearly 5 years ago that I never finished, Of Loss and Madness. ( fav.me/d314w71 ).

As with the old unfinished fic, this one alternates between the Nations of Loyalist Canada/Matthew and New Austria/Francesca. This one in particular shifts the focus to Francesca in 1943, in the initial months of the Liberation of Britain. At this point, it seems like the invading Collectivist Internationale are reeling back. But as it becomes clear, there's a reason why this conflict against the Reds would lead to a "bittersweet," Pyrrhic victory, the crippling decline of England and New Austria becoming a pariah. Which would lead to Matthew's role later on. 

So expect things to be dark, graphic at points and possibly intimate. Still, whatever happens, don't expect things to be too dark and hopeless. Also, notice as well how some of Francesca's inner thoughts and behavior seems rather...off. As if some darker, traumatized, fascet of her is stirring. :(

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 rather 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."

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

Ezgeres is Hungarian for Colonel.

The town of Honiton is a real market town located in Devon, England, some 17 miles north of Exeter.

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)

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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Chapter 1: mdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Of…
Chapter 3: Pending
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Of Loss and Madness

A RDNA-verse Tale from Two Nations' Eyes

(Chapter 1: Dual Crowns)

Montreal, Loyalist Dominion of Canada. 7 May 1949.

Not many people took the old Dual Crowns route. Once, the storied railroad line had symbolized the friendship between the British and Habsburg Empires. Now, there were those who thought of simply cutting off the connection at the last American station. Those who bought tickets these days were mainly on official business. One in particular was just delivered to an out of the way flat in Le Plateau-Mont-Royal. But at the moment, it was being waved frantically in front of its recipient by his twin brother. All to his eternal annoyance.

"You're really going there, Mattie? Look, I know you've got the envoy excuse. But seriously?!"

The host, one Matthew Williams, let out a quiet sigh as he stood up from his couch, glaring at his erstwhile sibling. "It's fine, Alfred. How many times do I have to say it, eh? There's nothing special."

"Bringing your bosses and a bunch of officers over ain't a simple trip, you know. Just call in sick or something." The American Federation’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses. "This ain’t gonna change anything either, I bet. Besides, you haven't been Kraut-side in years. No one has! Even if you all insist on pushing with this crazy plan, it's not like New Vienna's the safest place in the world."

"Heh. It's not like they'll notice me, eh?" He gave a soft, knowing chuckle. "But let's face it, Al. We both know why it has to be done. And the Commonwealth would benefit from it." Just don't play dumb with me.

"Yeah, I get it," Alfred retorted. "The fifth anniversary of V-B Day's coming up. Don't think I've forgotten everything about the Liberation." 

Matthew knew him too well to not even bother, no matter how well he read the atmosphere. No point anyway. He got off light. In any case, neither of them, nor the rest of their kind could remove those events from their memories. They were there after all, five years ago. Fighting and freeing Britain from the Collectivists, all in the name of the British Imperial Commonwealth and the Free World. The Canadian himself bore the scars of his soldiers, the sights of the ravaged English countryside still fresh in his mind. None of them took any real pleasure in the worse parts of it. Except her. His thoughts quickly snapped back.

"Neither did I, brother. It's not that my leaders are dying to make the trip. But if this were up to me, this could have been handled much sooner."

"Ever the trusting one, Mattie. Though I think you’re just in denial about Francesca," the embodiment grunted with a suspicious twitch. "Look, don’t take this the wrong way, but whatever happens Kraut-side, I've got your back. I'm the hero, after all!"

"Don't you have some Russians in Alaska to look after?"

"Fine. I gotta get going anyway, the American shrugged as he gave a slight, though forced smile before turning his back for the door with a wave on his hand. "See ya around, Mattie. Just tell that Kraut I said 'Hi.'"

Sure that his footsteps were no longer heard, Loyalist Canada made his way to the kitchen. As was his routine, he took out some food for his bear cub, the pet nudging ever so slightly on the plate placed before her. There was more than enough time later, after all, for packing suitcases. Yet Matthew couldn't put his mind fully at ease. Then again, it hasn't been for a while. He needed no reminder that over 20 years had passed since the Terror, which consumed so much of the world died down. Millions were dead, the remaining Free Nations in the midst of a long standoff with the menace beyond the Red Curtain. Still, for all the turmoil and suffering he and the others, he wanted so much to believe that the worst was over. That this brave new, and insane world could be undone. That the one close friend he had in the New World wasn’t the monster others paint her as.

Makes me wonder what New Austria must be feeling right now, eh? Matthew smirked bitterly to himself as he walked towards his little bear, the daylight outside beginning to fade. He sighed for a moment as he recalled the name he chose for her. It was from woman he fell in love with a long time ago. Whose people found sanctuary in his land even as she died with her homeland when the Terror came for them. Even now, a part of him wished it didn't all have to happen like this.

"Mon Dieu,” he murmured. “What should I do now, Katya?"

Of Loss and Madness: Chapter 1
For something of a change, here's the first part of an Axis Powers Hetalia fanfic set in the RDNA-verse! To be more precise, it's an updated, rewritten version of an old fic started nearly 5 years ago that I never finished, Of Loss and Madness. ( fav.me/d314w71 ).

As with the old unfinished fic, this one alternates between the Nations of Loyalist Canada/Matthew and New Austria/Francesca. All while following both the 1940s Liberation of Britain mentioned in the RDNA-verse's backstory and the dark road New Austria took in it, resulting in that country becoming a pariah. Coincidentally, the other part of the plot involves Canada reopening ties with his New Austrian ally in 1949, opening up some painful memories and elephants in the room for both of them. 

So expect things to be dark, graphic at points and possibly intimate. Still, whatever happens, don't expect things to be too dark and hopeless. I just hope that the new writing isn't so merciless. 

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 rather 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."

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

Le Plateau-Mont-Royal is an actual location in the heart of Montreal, Quebec, Canada. While like in our world, there are a sizable number of Ukrainians in the country as well as close cultural ties, though due to historical differences and the Terror, the circumstances are far more painful.

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. :(

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 American Federation is this AU's version of the United States. Who still couldn't quite read the atmosphere.

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Chapter 2: mdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Of…
Chapter 3: Pending
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Sudden family out-of-town trip tomorrow. Might still be able to go online but expect something real soon.
A bit tired and weak at the moment. But for a little teaser of what's next, it's either:
1. Canada, New Austria, U.K. fanfic. ;) 
2. Eastern Roman Empire map...
Western Europe c.2015: RDNA-verse by mdc01957
Western Europe c.2015: RDNA-verse
It took much longer than expected and needed quite a few further rewrites and tweaks, here's one more new map for alternate history/Axis Powers Hetalia hybrid RDNA-verse! And the reason for the long work on this map is because this one focuses on Western Europe c. 2015 in that AU. 

Although this uses various bits of information from earlier RDNA-verse profiles (fav.me/d3ky2tk , fav.me/d46i1yc), it's also a chance to flesh out the RDNA-verse timeline more. At the same time however, notice the in-verse text. As it not just references the state of the U.K. and South Italy, but also highlights some aspects of the continent-spanning Collectivist Internationale, which occupies much of the Old World since the Terror in that world's 1920s. Given how the "Eternal" Cold War pans out, the map likewise highlights how the darkening situation there becomes more and more reminiscent of a certain book from George Orwell called 1984. With implications that the "Reds" might be doing that on purpose. As though someone is pulling their strings even if there seems to be no explicit evidence...so far. ;)

So expect this to be as dark and sobering as much as it's substantial. And just to be safe given some word terminologies, this isn't meant to be a political, ideological or propaganda piece. It's a work of fiction.

So without further ado, welcome to the grim dark landscape of Western Europe.

(UPDATE: Adjusted viewing size. Apologies!)

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The Eternal Cold War: Western Europe

 

The lands encompassing Western Europe – including the region known as Mitteleuropa – were once home to various countries and Great Powers, of a number of storied cultures, industries and nationalities. During the so-called Indian Summer in 1920, few according to the historical record believed that the relative peace that prevailed at the time was to be irreversibly shattered. Thus when the first stirrings of the Terror occurred, it came as a shock, albeit one that could be countered and remedied. But even as that hope diminished and the Collectivist chaos grew to engulf much of the Old World, it didn’t occur that the Continent – from Scandinavia down to the mountains of Greece – would succumb until it was too late. Let alone become one of the largest focal points of a Cold War that continues nearly a century on.

 

Today, a few Free Nations remain or otherwise hold territories around the region. Their existence at large is as tenuous as it is defiant in the face of the Collectivist Internationale.  A “Red Curtain” separating what remains of Europe from contemptible tyrants seeking to complete their vaunted Revolution, even at the risk of global war.

 

Of the monarchies in particular, only the Kingdom of South Italy is able to cling to its people’s Continental homeland.  Originally the Kingdom of the Two Italies following the 1854 Unification, the realm was among the last in Western Europe to be affected by the Terror. As their neighbors crumbled around them, from 1926 to 1930 the House of Savoia-Siracusa enacted what was called Case Rubicon: a series of gradually receding defense lines meant to protect whatever could still be saved of their country from the Red tide. Those who were left behind for one reason or another left nothing for the advancing Collectivists to take, including the brutal Fall of Rome in 1928. Their honourable sacrifice bought time however for the remnants of the original Papacy to escape as well as for Italian forces and remnant militias to fortify against what would soon become the Internationale. But it wasn’t until further years of entrenched conflict, culminating bloodied retreat from Napoli in 1937 that South Italy’s borders and domains – including the Italo-Arabic Tunisian provinces – were firmly secured. In the process fostering both a close sense of solidarity and a fortress mentality among the populace, which could be seen today in its militaristic policies, mass conscription and one of the most heavily armed frontiers in the West.

 

Under nominal South Italian protection meanwhile is Malta, often called the last of the Crusader Kingdoms. This informal title stems from the reigning Sovereign Knights of Malta – itself a direct continuation of the famed Knights Hospitaller from medieval lore – which have ruled since 1530, now under Grand Master Zimmerman. Over the centuries, especially since becoming a protectorate in 1870, the Maltese have made the most of their seafaring position in the Mediterranean as well as fostered a deep sense of continuity. Since the Terror however, this small land has developed a notoriety that reaches across the Atlantic. For while the Knights are in communion with the Vatican-in-Exile, the peculiar, zealous form of Roman Catholicism being encouraged has helped cultivate a vocal and increasingly unpredictable zeitgeist. Still, despite the as yet hollow rallying cries of waging a final Crusade against the Collectivists – as worrisome it may be for the Italian delegates as well as cardinals in faraway Mariazell-am-Meer in New Austria – Malta has proven time and again to be a vital partner for the realm’s liege.

 

In the Atlantic, off the shores of the Old World, the scattered remnants of fallen realms have long become host to their own colonial successors. The Canary Islands, originally part of the Kingdom of Spain since 1402, became a vital stopping point during the Terror, primarily of refugees hailing from that now-Lost Nation; from here, Spaniards fled to relative sanctuary of the New World, notably Kuba and the former colony of Gran Patagonia. From here and unable to arrive in time to save the mainland, the expeditionary forces sent from Buenos Aires took command of what remained of that realm’s navy before bringing the islands under republican rule in 1929, when it became apparent that the centuries-old European power was no more. A similar fate befell Madeira and the Azores, which had been Portuguese since the 15th Century before falling under the monarchist Brazilians in 1925. While the fates of the Free Nations that hold sovereignty over these islands have diverged even more over the past generations – with Gran Patagonians eclipsing Brazil in their sphere – these small fragments still hold as much cultural value as strategic ones. For in their myriad peoples, landscapes and landmarks, one could still glimpse shades of what their ancestral homelands once were.

 

While across the English Channel, the British Isles remain battered but free. The United Kingdom, under the reigning Windsor-Romanovs through Her Majesty, Queen Victoria III still stands firm as the historic heart of the British Imperial Commonwealth. Compared to the Continent, the initial impact of the Terror manifested in unrest and emergency rule across parts of the British Empire, with some such as Southern Africa, Australia and most of Ireland having declared independence by 1928 under an ideology called Reactionarism while others succumbed to the Reds. London persevered nonetheless and alongside the Canadians succeeded in consolidating what remained into a major power, codified in 1938 with the Commonwealth Reforms. Much damage was wrought however in the attempted Invasion of 1942-44, be it from invading Reds, their sleeper cells or the Pyrrhic scorched earth “victories” of that madwoman New Austria. Though the worst has long passed, Britain today continues to be a protectorate of Loyalist Canada, a sizable portion of the populace descended from refugees as far afield as former France, Russia and even India. There remain portions of the countryside where the scars of war are visible, haunting reminders of a dark time when the Kingdom’s fortunes seemed to slide forever. Yet in spite of lost glories, disputes with the isolationist Irish Reactionaries and disheartened talk of being “one glorified airstrip” for their Canadian brothers-in-arms, the U.K. strides onward with valour. From England’s factories to the Scottish Highlands, from the rebuilt capitol of London to the garrisons in Dover, Britannia’s influence endures.

 

It’s not surprising then that the U.K. holds at least on paper, the honour of sovereignty over Fort Gibraltar. Encompassing the old British territory and a sliver of Andalucía that was saved as the Iberian Peninsula fell in 1927, it is a vital link to South Italy and the Free Mediterranean at large; most of the original Spanish inhabitants long fled for safer shorts however, resulting in a predominant Anglo-Canadian populace. It is also a crucial keystone for the Red Curtain: a joint defense boundary protected in joint cooperation with the Commonwealth’s traitorous New Austrian, Italian, American and Gran Patagonian allies that was originally established in 1940 not long after the final collapse of Iceland. With the Reactionary “League of Neutral Defiance” more content to withdraw into their authoritarian domains, it fell upon the monarchies and republics of the Free World to keep the Reds from overrunning what was left of Western Europe. Since the Liberation of Britain in 1944, Fort Gibraltar has thus served as a hub for espionage, naval patrols, aerial surveillance and orbital relays while hosting a formidable network of fortresses. All these intended to intimidate – and protect this small enclave from – the Reds as well as contain them.

 

Indeed, beyond the border lies the vast expanse of the Collectivist Internationale. Since its emergence in the 1920s, it has been at a state of war with the Free World  and by its dogma it has always been at war with the Free World. Much of what is known of that graveyard of Lost Nations come from intelligence reports, scattered diplomatic missions and the dwindling number of so-called “unpersons:” dissidents, reformists and general malcontents deemed a threat by the omnipresent Party. Although various rebellions and uprisings were known to have occurred in the past, it is unknown whether such groups still exist save for internal purges and infighting among Party cliques, suspected to be instigated by the Supreme Politburo. Suffice to say, to live in what has long been Red territory is, whether or not one is a “Party-ColMem” in ColStandard or among the throngs of proles, is to partake in one of the most twisted, dogmatic social experiments in history. Little remains of the cultures, histories, nationalities and heritage that once existed there if at all. Paris, Madrid, Berlin, Bern, Vienna, Budapest and many other cities lost forever save for what could be saved before the curtain closed on those realms. In place of what was destroyed, the Collectives have been remolding Europa in the image of their so-called Will of the Workers. All the while bolstering their strength close to the Curtain in No Man’s Lands, where entrenchments and occasional skirmishes occur amidst desolate ruin.

 

Beyond that, all that can be said with certainty is that for all the Collectivists’ drive for continuing the Revolution that raged in the Terror, power over all mankind is paramount. Meanwhile, there are those in the Free World still longing to return to if not free ancestral homelands that no longer exist. The presence of Revivalists and those seeking to put an end to this endless Cold War in some manner wield significant presence in Government, be it in London or elsewhere. But since the rise of atomics and other powerful weapons however, deterrence has proven to be the most resilient and sane policy available. But as concerns have emerged of possible breaches in the Red Curtain around South Italy as well as aggressive activities being reported from across the Channel and elsewhere, some dread the possibility of  impending global war, if not atomic annihilation. Nonetheless, barring drastic, large-scale changes or a boot on our faces forever, the status quo in Western Europe is expected to continue for the foreseeable future. 

 

I bloody hope so.

 

P.S. You never did forgive me, Arthur, even when Matthew did. Perhaps it may be for the best. – Fraulein F.

 

 - “The Cambridge Journal of Contemporary Affairs.” United Kingdom. 2015.


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As a bit of trivia, as with the earlier maps I tried to incorporate elements of real history into the context of the 'verse. These include nods to the historic Knights of St. John (aka, the Sovereign Military Order of Malta), the Italian Unification and the long-standing European settlement of the Azores, Madeira and Canaries, all since the 15th Century AD.

The references to the "Invasion" and "Liberation" of Britain in 1942-44 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 calling back to New Austria's darker moments. And why the British remain rather upset with their New Austrian "allies."

The various coat of arms, including those used and otherwise modified to represent the various countries are taken from Wikimedia Commons, while the Collectivist insignia is based on this: fav.me/d30felb

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It's been a while since I've posted a blog post, but this seems fitting for what I'm about to say. As alongside the recent maps and other stuff, I've starting a bit of freelancing for a video game website. And more specifically, doing some contributions for said site's book that's expected to be published later this year. It's both a nice means of earning a bit more on the side and exposing myself to the online press scene, as well as my own small way of helping improve games media (especially in light of certain ethical and censorous issues best discussed elsewhere). 

This means as well that alongside work, this might affect the pace in which I post stuff on dA. But count on a new map to come out soon! And as a hint, it's set in the RDNA-verse but up north. ;)

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Tonio103 Featured By Owner 3 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the fav !
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mdc01957 Featured By Owner 2 days ago
Sure thing!
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KitFisto1997 Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2015  Hobbyist Filmographer
Chapter 4 is up! After reading it I recommend trying to unsee the sex scene... Oh god...
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mdc01957 Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2015
Will check it soon!
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mdc01957 Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2015
Also, a classic: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fd5-2n…

Enjoy~
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HeliosMegistos Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2015
Seen it :XD:
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mdc01957 Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2015
A true American robot hero. :XD:

Makes me wonder if 
he shows up in Fallout 4...
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