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It's been a while since I've posted a journal blog post. And it's on an announcement. As I will be leaving for an out-of-country vacation with the extended family for the next weeks. It'll still be a few days from now, but best to give a head's up now. So while I may still be able to reply and comment given a solid internet connection, don't expect new posts to come until I get back. :(

In more upbeat news, I recently posted my recently finished Doomsday-verse AU fic Before the Dawn on FF.net. So for those interested, the link's below.

www.fanfiction.net/s/11131195/…

Lastly, feel free to suggest what you'd like to see next in the meantime. 

Guess that's it for now! Have a good one. :)

UPDATE 28 March: The flight's tomorrow, just a head's up. So odds are, it's going to be a bit of time before I'm back online, if ever. Looking forward to the trip! And I hope you also have a good day ahead!
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Doomsday RE: Before the Dawn

Or, a 1983 Doomsday Tale through many Nations’ Eyes


CH-5 – Reluctant Dawn

Salzburg-Altstadt, Republic of Austria/Austro-Swiss Union. 1993.

Roderich Edelstein wrapped his old greatcoat tighter as he and his Alpine counterpart walked towards the Domplatz.  Not many people were out, neither locals nor tourists. Then again, the Austrian embodiment noted wryly while keeping pace with as much dignity as could be mustered. This is what passes for normal now. To be sure, the relative lack of foreign visitors was a given, as most of their places of origin were long gone. But today was different. Most of Salzburg’s remaining citizens were converging on a quiet hamlet not far from the city. One that I had just visited as well. He frowned as he recalled the sight. Not that it showed, despite a faint sigh.

"Danke schon for coming, Vash," he finally muttered, turning to the Swiss blond. "It is good to know as well that your sister will come with her Prince soon. Though I must admit it surprising that you went at all when my own leaders in Linz would not on such short notice. Your cantons have no love for the Habsburgs. You even fought them."

"They're our people now, remember?" Switzerland shot back, though with a knowing nod. "Besides, as much as I sympathize, this is just out of concern for you as much. Nothing more. Now then, we have other matters…"

The bespectacled Austrian shrugged as they continued walking past the faded if still stately arches that surrounded the square. In the various news postings still scattered about, word had spread that Otto von Habsburg, heir to the long-abandoned Imperial Throne was gravely ill. Despite outlasting the Cold War, in spite of surviving the nightmare people called Doomsday, death was finally catching up to the would-be monarch. 10 years. Has it been that long? While the Nation refused to show it outright, it pained him deeply. For soon, that old man would take with him the last living ties to the old Ausgleich. And thanks to an event that for the first and only time united much of humanity in flames, would die without ever reuniting both sides of an Iron Curtain that no longer existed. With…her. Just like his father. I can’t let their loss be for nothing. I won’t let this world take away…

“Roderich? Verdammt, are you deaf?!”

It was then that he noticed an irritated, flustered look from the Alpine’s face. Still, it didn’t take more than a moment for generations’ worth of discipline and composure to mask whatever threatened to surface in the former aristocrat. As much as he wanted to pass it off as being the result of exhaustion or stress, even he recognized that it was becoming more difficult to hold back. Can’t lose control. Never again.

Bitte, I beg your pardon, Herr Zwingli,” Austria retorted as they approached a battered jeep close to the marble Immaculate Column. Only to notice too late that voice had more strained bitterness than he intended. “My thoughts were on –other matters of national and personal interest.”

“If it’s about Sopron,” Vash frowned “I can’t spare anymore resources for your glorified refugee camp. My bosses may have vowed to aide those pitiful Tuscan survivors, but I’m not about to let some Mafia lunatics cross our doorstep! You’d think the damn bombs would take those mobsters-”

"Our bosses in Bern, you mean, Herr Zwingli,” he interrupted, finding it harder to maintain his calm façade as he loosened his cravat. “Even if the rumors about Romano being alive and backing those scum are true, would not our leaders’ priorities be better placed closer to home? All I – mein volk are asking for is more solidarity with those Magyars. I can only do so much at this point.” If Elizaveta’s daughter really is out there…If she herself is out there…Gott, has to be...

“Do you even listen to yourself? Are you still obsessed with that decadent Empire?! Look around you. The Old World is gone. We were there when it ended! Verdammt, even Doomsday itself is history now! Surely you’ve seen what Russia and America’s minions did! Besides, that Communist whore is just as dead as most everyone else on this forsaken globe!”

Nein. She can’t be. LIAR! Without uttering a sound, Austria coldly reached to grab his fuming companion by the collar, stopping short of it with a speed that shocked even himself. They paused at that, the two Nations staring sharply at each other as Switzerland sneered. As much as Roderich was grateful for his aid and support since that fateful day 10 years ago, there was no doubt on who was truly in charge of the so-called “Austro-Swiss Union.” On who had emerged stronger in the changed, wasted world Doomsday left behind. Something neither neutrality nor centuries of lost glories prepared him for. A part of him wanted to strangle the Alpine right there and then.

But…Gott, nein, that isn’t me! It CANNOT be me! Dazed, at long last he stepped back. All things considered, Vash was right. From his antiquated dress and mannerisms to his very being, the Nation remained a walking relic. It was part of who and what he was. Ja, perhaps that cannot change. But surely I can do more! I can do my duties. I can still…save her…I…have to…

Austria found it harder to concentrate as exhaustion slowly began to overwhelm him, something which had become more common for him. For a brief moment, he thought he saw a peculiar bird perched on top of the column, its green eyes gazing at him. Weakly turning back to Vash however, he noticed the Swiss blond's cold glare giving way to a tired shrug, a glimmer of sympathy in the man's cold eyes as he opened the jeep’s door. "Tut mir Leid Roderich. It's been a long day for both of us. But know this. We have only ourselves to look after. Always have. It’s time to smell the ashes."

Ja,” he sighed faintly before entering the vehicle, glancing momentarily at a column, the bird still there. “Perhaps. Danke. And let us never speak of this again.”

Deep down however, as Roderich sat down, he still hoped. That he and his people too would find solace in this new, dawning age. That one day, a family that never came to be could be together at last. That generations yet to be would learn from his time's failure. Let the stirrings of vengeance and retribution for superpowers long-gone lie. Whoever started this Hell could burn for all he cared. So long as he could still reach for that hope, however distant, the former aristocrat was willing to resist the simmering turmoil within. A better…tomorrow…

For a moment, just as he was closing his eyes, the Nation heard what seemed like a faint whisper. One whose words and voice sounded oddly familiar.

"Don't give up, Szerelem. Please."

But the moment had passed. Despite himself, however, a faint smile crossed his face before finally sliding into the one realm that, however shaky it was, remained his. Where a new symphony could perhaps begin.

And in time, it too shall pass. One day.

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Doomsday RE: Before the Dawn CH 5 - Reluctant Dawn
Here's the fifth and (barring an epilogue) final chapter  the latest "RE" remake tale for the 1983: Doomsday Stories AU. This time moving the timeline to the 10th "Anniversary" of Doomsday in 1993. And focusing on Austria.

This in a sense marks both a end and a beginning to the rest of the Doomsday-verse as it marks a point wherein the world really begins to move forward from the ashes. That despite the ruin, wastelands, and pain, life goes on. At the same time, in addition to foreshadowing Austria's future role in the Alpine Confederation and his ultimate fate, it also calls forward to his relationship with Hungary as well as the events later on in the Doomsday-verse. This also means, however, that Switzerland's actions and words betray the truth about part of Austria's desperate hole and clinging to a lost past. At least there's still a better tomorrow. :(

Lastly, some who are familiar with the early Doomsday-verse fic Her Guarding Arm may find the chapter familiar. As it's a redone version of one scene from that Hungary-centric tale from Austria's perspective.

And as always, this is a work of fiction and not intended to be a political, ideological or propaganda piece.

In any case, I hope you enjoyed reading this fic as much as I did writing it!


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As for some reference:

Salzburg is one of the classic, main cities of Austria. At various points in its history, it has been a medieval fortress town, seat of a Catholic bishop, birthplace of Mozart, Habsburg enclave, cultural center, setpiece for The Sound of Music and many others. Its Old Town (Salzburg-Altstadt) is considered a UNESCO Heritage Site in real life. With its Domplatz and the Immaculate Column in the middle of it well-renowned. ( www.salzburg.info/en/sights/sq… )

The source material for the Alpine Confederation's (and thus Austria's) involvement and background can be found here: [link] ). 

The late Otto von Habsburg ( [link] ) (1912 - 2011) in real life was the man who would have been Emperor of Austria-Hungary. In the Doomsday source material, he's mentioned to have survived the chaos, only for his son Karl to succeed him at some point ( [link] and [link] ). Unfortunately for him, Doomsday had destroyed whatever plans he had for bringing Austria and Hungary back together and tearing down the Iron Curtain (such as the real life Pan-European Picnic in Sopron in 1989).

The Ausgleich ([link]), also known as the Austro-Hungarian Compromise of 1867 was the series of reforms that formally made the Dual Monarchy of Austria-Hungary a reality. Depending on the sources, it's normally dated to either March 30 (the beginning), May 29 (the formal ratification) or June 8 (the final declaration and coronation). I guess headcanon and Hetalia make use of the June 8 in particular as Austria and Hungary's "Wedding Day," explaining why that date means so much to the Nation.

The "Tuscan survivors" are a reference to the Survivor-Nation of Tuscany ( [link] ), which around this time is being invaded by Sicily/South Italy. And the Alpines aren't keen in having a distant, Mafia-controlled country running around close to home.

Danke schon - "Thank you" (German; formal form)
Mein volk - "My people" (German)
Tut mir Leid - "I'm Sorry" (German)
Szerelem - "Love" (Hungarian)

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I neither own Hetalia nor 1983: Doomsday. All rights belong to their respective owners.

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The original inspiration for this chapter can be found here: mdc01957.deviantart.com/art/He…

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Other Doomsday RE: fics:

An Ocean of Flame Abovemdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do…
The Vanishing Shadowsmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do…
The Vanishing Shadowsmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do… (CH-2)
The Vanishing Shadowsmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do… (CH-3)
The Vanishing Shadowsmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do… (CH-4)
The Vanishing Shadowsmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do… (CH-5 END)
A New Meeting for All Rivalswww.deviantart.com/art/Doomsda…
A Wasteland Memorialwww.deviantart.com/art/Doomsda…
An Alpine Dawnmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do…

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CH-1 - Dead Handmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do…
CH-2 - Midnightmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do…
CH-3 - Alpine Bondsmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do…
CH-4 - Loyal Daughtermdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do…

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The preview image is courtesy of :iconrosel-d:, from here: rosel-d.deviantart.com/art/Doo… . So feel free to check the image out! :) (Smile)
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Doomsday RE: Before the Dawn

Or, a 1983 Doomsday Tale through many Nations’ Eyes


CH-4 – Loyal Daughter

Somewhere in Sopron/Ödenburg, Austrian Frontier Territory. 1989.

The young girl had no idea where she was. But there were loud, inhuman screams everywhere, more than she could count. The walls surrounding her, which looked as though they'd fall down at any minute, also seemed to close in ever so slowly. She didn’t want to be here.

"Don't be afraid," the little girl mumbled to herself in Hungarian, more nervous than confident as she found it harder to breathe. It wasn't the first time this had happened. After so many times, she shouldn't be scared of whatever's trying to break through that door. "Come on, think! They won’t take me!" Frantically, she looked all around her for something to use against them. Everything she touched however seemed to crumble.

Nem…Trapped… The thought made her panic inside. She couldn't back down. I shouldn’t! There’s gotta be a way out of here! Before long, a dark mass of nothing began tearing through the door. The voices became clearer as it began creeping into her skin, rotting her from within. Russian screams. People shouting. Dying. Talking of finishing her off like Hungary. But Mama can't be dead! NEM! I won't give in. Won't give in.  Won't give in! WON'T GIVE IN! I CAN'T! I CAN'T! Mama…Papa…Remélem! HELP!

Then all of a sudden, there was to be a piercing, yet strangely comforting cry. Gyermekem, a familiar voice echoed. You’re not an orphan. Never will be!

The next thing the girl knew, she found herself, sweating on an old, creaking bed as she sat up, muted sunlight still coming from the windows. Winching, she noticed that there was no one else around. And yet there was a strange feeling that someone was close. Briskly, she turned her head towards what looked like a faint wisp. Except that no one was there.

“Another nightmare’s over,” the young child going by the name Julia assured herself aloud as a faint smile crossed her face. “At least I’m still here.” And yet I swore I knew that voice…

Getting out of bed, the girl took a worn-out flute from her bedside before sitting by the window closest to her. She was still tired from earlier in the day. Not just from playing hide-and-seek with the other orphans, the food rations from those soldiers or that trip to the nurse. More than those, yet I still had fun.

Gingerly toying with her instrument before coughing, Julia looked out at the street crossing outside her orphanage and the town surrounding her. Hungary's ever loyal town, she recalled, coughing even as tears started to well up. Mama's pride and joy… Many of the buildings across from her were either grimy or broken down, the worse ones seemingly held together by iron planks. But a few withered window-side flowers and the partly burnt Firewatch Tower not far off still spoke of the beauty this place once had in the Old World. And will again someday…right? While the road below still hummed with people. Tired soldiers in Austrian uniforms and local folks walking amidst rusting cars. Kids playing with makeshift toys on the sidewalk while a line of older people tapered off into the distance to some food camp. Despite their ragged looks, many of them still lived day after day in the hope that tomorrow would get better. Something that she shared – and felt with all of the Frontier’s people.

My people… Even the orphanage’s caretakers were noticing that she still looked the same way she did when they brought her in. In fact, she barely got older while the other orphans around her did.  But though she couldn’t quite explain it nor her true age, the Survivor-Nation always knew who and what she was. Those people out there were all her and she was all of them. They’ll make it, I’m sure! I am Sopron after all! She grinned warmly at that. Then, with deft hands, she put the flute’s mouthpiece close. And began playing.

Julia always liked music for some reason. A part of her mused that it could have been from her parents long ago. Murky, half-remembered memories from a time before two great lands plunged the world in flames and the great swarms of bandits who ravaged in their wake, an event some have called Doomsday. No one knew who started it, and the answer depended on the person. Still, she was sure that they'd all been separated at some point. Come to think of it, things only started becoming clearer shortly after those dark times, almost as if she hadn’t been entirely whole until then. But as her song went on, its melody echoing outside, she stopped, almost dropping the instrument.  So familiar…

“I've heard this before!”

Her mind seemed to wind back to the oldest memory she had. Of a man in glasses playing on a beautiful piano, whose face she couldn't quite remember. Of being held on her mother's arms as she sang that very song to her. It usually made her feel down, afraid of what really happened to her and the family she lost. Scared of the untamed wastelands beyond - and the nagging void that always seemed to gnaw at her from the inside. But continuing the melody in her head and despite her pained exhaustion getting the better of her again, the girl nonetheless began muttering the lyrics.

Csíja búja, búja, gyönyörű magzatom,
aludj el, aludj el, gyönyörű csillagom…


Once more, she stopped, her flute dropping to the floor as her body finally gave in. Her eyes however still managed to catch a glimpse a group of Austrians pause on the street below. A strange man among them, in an old, dusty looking outfit seemed to glance at her direction. For a brief moment, she thought there was something oddly familiar with his brown hair and glasses. It was a moment that passed soon as he turned away, muttering something in German that she couldn’t quite make out. Julia yawned as her sight began blurring. But as she saw a caretaker approach to bring her back to bed, a familiar voice finished her song.

Ótson el az angyal, kőtsön fel a hajnal,
aludj el, aludj el, gyönyörű virágom.


Instead of some darkened void or a corpse, Sopron caught a glimpse of a beautiful woman in a country dress. She couldn't really describe it, but something about her seemed so warm. So familiar about the figure's face, her gentle green eyes and a radiant flower on her hair that brought about a beaming smile on her face.

“M-Mama?”

The vision vanished as soon as it began. No one would believe her if even if said anything now. Yet as the young girl was laid down, her eyes closing again, she still smiled.

Her land, her people remained at the brink even with the help of those Austrians. Much work was left to be done for the Survivor-Nation. But there was still tomorrow. For one day, things would get better. The big mess of Doomsday would fade. And perhaps, she'd be able to see her parents again.

Wouldn’t want to worry her too much, the young child of Hungary thought as she found herself in a vast green plain. Somehow, she had a feeling that her mother would see her again. And not just in her dreams.

Very soon.
Doomsday RE: Before the Dawn CH 4 - Loyal Daughter
Here's the fourth chapter of the latest "RE" remake tale for the 1983: Doomsday Stories AU, which moves the timeline even further into 1989. In real life the Iron Curtain fell during that year and with it the Cold War's days were numbered. In the Doomsday-verse and source material however, it's still a time of post-apocalyptic chaos, with new "Survivor-Nations" emerging from the wastelands and fringes of the remaining "Old World" countries.
 
And the Survivor-Nation mentioned here is an OC/Original Character named Julia, aka Sopron whose land and people at this point were recently brought under Austro-Swiss protection, eventually becoming part of the Alpine Confederation and marking the boundaries of the Hungarian Wastes. It took a bit of time to get her personality and child-like image right while balancing those with the dark undertones of a post-apocalyptic society. Not to mention finding a way to put both her parents without ever encountering each other. And speaking of parents and origins, take a guess who they are. ;)

As for parings, this is very much an implied AusHun one (take a guess who's the result of that). And also expect references to the events around Doomsday itself and the Austria-centric tales. And Hungary's fate. :(

Still, just to be on the safe side, this is a work of fiction and not intended to be a political, ideological or propaganda piece.

Those out of the way, hope you enjoy!

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As for some reference:

The events described are largely based on these 1983: Doomsday articles: [link] and [link] . While Doomsday as depicted (and the stories overall) aren't at all 100% "by the book" given all the difference, I tried keeping it as true to form as possible.

Some of the bleaker moments were based both on what happened to both Austria and Hungary during Doomsday itself ([link]) and the events of An Ocean of Flame Above ( mdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do… ). Especially how she died.

The Firewatch Tower is a real historical landmark in Sopron dating back to the middle ages. Although it gained additional importance due to it becoming associated with the town's "loyalty" towards Hungary. Likewise, its title as "Hungary's ever loyal town" in part stems from Sopron's controversial plebiscite in 1921 to remain part of Hungary at the end of World War I with the collapse of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, even when much of the surrounding land became part of today's Burgenland state in Austria.

The Hungarian lyrics were taken from an old Hungarian lullaby called Csija bujawww.lullabiesoftheworld.org/li… ), which was included in the European Choral Association's "Lullabies of the World" project ( www.musicline.de/de/player_fla… ). In Hungarian and English, the lyrics are:

Csíja búja, búja, gyönyörű magzatom,
aludj el, aludj el, gyönyörű csillagom.
Ótson el az angyal, kőtsön fel a hajnal,
aludj el, aludj el, gyönyörű virágom.


Sleep, my beautiful child,
sleep, my lovely star.
May the angel rock you to sleep,
and the red dawn awaken you.


Remélem - "Please God..." (Hungarian)
Gyermekem - "My Child..." (Hungarian)
Nem - "No" (Hungarian)

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I neither own Hetalia nor 1983: Doomsday. All rights belong to their respective owners.

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The original inspiration for this chapter can be found here: mdc01957.deviantart.com/art/A-…

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Other Doomsday RE: fics:

An Ocean of Flame Abovemdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do…
The Vanishing Shadowsmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do…
The Vanishing Shadowsmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do… (CH-2)
The Vanishing Shadowsmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do… (CH-3)
The Vanishing Shadowsmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do… (CH-4)
The Vanishing Shadowsmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do… (CH-5 END)
A New Meeting for All Rivalswww.deviantart.com/art/Doomsda…
A Wasteland Memorialwww.deviantart.com/art/Doomsda…
An Alpine Dawnmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do…

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CH-1 - Dead Handmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do…
CH-2 - Midnightmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do…
CH-3 - Alpine Bondsmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do…
CH-5 - Reluctant Dawnmdc01957.deviantart.com/art/Do… (END)

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It's been a while since I've posted a journal blog post. And it's on an announcement. As I will be leaving for an out-of-country vacation with the extended family for the next weeks. It'll still be a few days from now, but best to give a head's up now. So while I may still be able to reply and comment given a solid internet connection, don't expect new posts to come until I get back. :(

In more upbeat news, I recently posted my recently finished Doomsday-verse AU fic Before the Dawn on FF.net. So for those interested, the link's below.

www.fanfiction.net/s/11131195/…

Lastly, feel free to suggest what you'd like to see next in the meantime. 

Guess that's it for now! Have a good one. :)

UPDATE 28 March: The flight's tomorrow, just a head's up. So odds are, it's going to be a bit of time before I'm back online, if ever. Looking forward to the trip! And I hope you also have a good day ahead!

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