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Doomsday RE: A Wasteland Memorial

A 1983 Doomsday Tale from the Future through a Nation's Eyes

Around the Vienna Exclusion Zone, Alpine Confederation. 2031.

“How long has it been?” the embodiment of Austria mused loudly to no one in particular. Taking a brief look around, he sighed, even while forcing back the urge to cough. A faint silhouette of a bird seemed to be flying off in the distance. “Who else would know then? It's from another time.”

Yet one that grows more distant, he added silently, a part of him still holding back the urge to bemoan his old capital even after all these years. That he was here at all also seemed like an inexplicable stroke of luck. Due to some engine failure, the ferry that would take him to the inaugural ceremonies in Budapest Memorial was forced to stop nearby. Apart from a few headstrong tourists and the occasional supply post, the landscape remained coldly silent. Still, there have been stranger events.

Brushing off with some difficulty the summer winds blowing about him, Roderich had spent much of the time going about the rubble that had once been the heart of his Empire. Hard to believe that people lived here at all. While the site itself had since been deemed safe enough for people to visit, much of the damage remained. Many of the surviving ruins were largely hollowed out, the stone and metalwork in some of them melted from the bombs. Familiar landmarks like the Hofburg or St. Stephen's Cathedral were either long gone or had crumbled away. The very ground he stepped on was a mixture of dirt and glass, though here and there sickly patches of grass tried to take root. If there were any bodies left lying around, they would have faded away years ago. Yet even now, that hasn’t stopped the sharp twitches of pain from wounds that were no longer there. Gott, not again…

He could still picture with unwanted clarity what happened on September 26, nearly 50 years earlier. He remembered buying flowers for a clandestine meeting that evening when sirens began blazing through the city. Evacuation orders were hastily made while his army mobilized. But by then it was already too late. TV and radio reporters had barely even finished delivering that dreaded news when two nuclear missiles struck. Beyond that, everything seemed to be an anguished blur for a while. All he could remember for certain the dark times right after Doomsday were of endless fires and fallout. Of screams and gasps from those unlucky to be killed outright by the bombs. Then of fending off Soviets attempting to ravage his land. Of being forced back by Switzerland and his own people for "safety." Of a reunion with Hungary that never came.

"There you are!"

He looked back, almost stumbling to find his little Sopron gingerly approaching him.  Or rather, Transdanubia as people seemed to be calling her these days. "Good news! They're finally done with the ferry! We probably should make good time now, right Papa?"

Somehow, hearing her call him father still surprised him. Indeed, he couldn't help notice how much his now seemingly teenage daughter looked more like her mother in her folk dress, a familiar flower sitting neatly on her collar. Although it also caught his attention just how oddly forced her normally spirited enthusiasm came across right then. Still, out of more than routine conduct, Roderich allowed himself a relieved smile. "I suppose so, Meine Tochter. Apologies for keeping you waiting."

Watching Julia guide him to the waiting jeep with her delicate hands reminded the Nation that this wouldn't go on forever. His daughter’s new place in the world was already proof of that. As he noticed the sun finally setting, there was no doubt in his mind that time was moving ever onward. Perhaps people would one day return for good and rebuild this lost city. But by then, would they even name it Vienna, let alone call themselves Austrian? There seemed to be less people who remember what life was like before Doomsday after so long. And soon, even they would begin to die...

"Is anything wrong, Papa?"

"I was just remembering another time, I suppose," he sighed as he cleaned his glasses. It was only then that he noticed a strand of grey hair that had fallen on his hand. Brushing it away, he quietly followed her back to the car. Perhaps one day he'd give her a serious tour of the ruins. He might even let Prussia do it if need be. But then again, it's not my place to burden you with the past, isn't it?


Even with all the new highways, railroads and airship routes being laid out around the former Frontier, Roderich thought it more fitting, and safer, to use the Danube for getting to the site of the proceedings along with his little Julia. He knew that compared to the other Nations, whether Prussia’s zeppelins or the chartered tickets of his fellow Alpines and their son, taking a ferry seemed like an archaic choice. But if anything, not even Doomsday ruined much of the timeless beauty of the river that ran through his long-distant Empire. Or perhaps his nostalgia has finally gotten the better of him. At least the ceremony's still a few days off.

And yet as the aristocrat looked on at the night sky beyond his window, he felt uneasy. It wasn't so much that Sopron’s people were considering the notion of leaving the Alpine Confederation altogether. Or how lately, he seemed to be getting weaker and more exhausted than usual. Somehow, at the back of his mind he knew the greying strands of hair were just the beginning. Perhaps the centuries were finally catching up with his body. Perhaps I’ve known all along… Sooner or later it would start off an irreversible aging that not even a Nation could hold back. All while a persistent feeling of his very identity eroding kept gnawing from within. He grimaced, wondering just how long it would take before he began resembling Franz Josef on his deathbed. Or become nothing…

"I suppose going back to that damned wheelchair is the least of my worries now," he faintly muttered to no one in particular, only to force back another coughing fit. A thought entered his mind. Would the world remember him or his kind? Perhaps. So long as there were history books and museums, he was sure, the name and relics of Austria would remain in humankind's memory, even if only as a mere footnote. After all, he had witnessed and outlived so many over countless generations, yet there would be no tombstone or monument down the line for him. That he outlived his beloved Hungary didn't make the pain any less sharp, even now. Yet deep down, there may very well be some ironic twist. That in the end, only a few would know that one by the name of Roderich Edelstein existed, and in due time, much like Rome, Germany, England and so many others, he would vanish altogether. Mein Gott…as if that is consoling!

"Um…Verzeihung.” He turned, perhaps much to wearily than he would have liked, to find Julia standing close to his seat. There was the same unusual tinge of uncertainty in her voice. “Was I interrupting something?"

Sliding seamlessly to a timid smile, he beckoned her to sit beside him. Best not to trouble her with such bleak matters. "It's just been a tiring day. Nothing for you to be concerned about. Now what seems to bothering you? If it is concern over Hans, Vash or Lilli, then-"

"Nem. Sorry, but it's – it’s my pact with Janos," the Survivor-Nation replied rather hesitantly though with strained composure, referring to her half-brother Partium.

“Is something the matter?! What has that boy done?”

She shook her head. "It’s not that. Don't get me wrong, Papa. For the peace of my people, for the Wastes – I'm willing to do this. But there's so much left to work out. And after all the quarreling, I don't even know for sure if that Transylvanian wannabe's still eager to go through with this whole United Magyaria business. Gott..." She tried forcing back what was clearly a look of frustration. "I like to think that everything’s just gonna be fine. Would it?”

Without a second thought, Austria embraced her. It didn't matter to him anymore if anyone else was watching. "You can't miss this opportunity, child," he whispered gently to her as he let go. "I've done some regrettable – horrible deeds in the past. But this is your world now, and you have all the right to make your own path in it. All I ask is for you to be better than any of us ever were." A soft grin entered his face. Despite all that happened over the years, as difficult as it was to see her leave, she was still his little Sopron. Our Sopron. "Make me...Nein, make us proud."

He continued smiling as something of his daughter's confidence returned, the familiar-looking flower almost reacting in unison. "Ja, Papa. Számíthat rám!" As she gingerly nodded and stood up to make her way out, she looked back to murmur something just audible enough for the aristocrat alone to hear. "And I'm sure Mama's proud of you too."

The Nation sighed as Sopron left. She'll do well out there, I have no doubt of that. Looking back, he saw the illuminated ruins of Budapest Memorial coming into view. Through the reflection on the mirror however, he thought he could see a bird taking shape into a familiar angel standing across from him in her old uniform. There was look of warm content on her face as she moved up beside him, her arms gently holding his.

“It’s so nice to see you again, my lady,” Roderich murmured.  It was a comforting reminder that even now, she was still there with him, watching over their family and holding on for the day all of them would be together again. Perhaps he was indeed living on borrowed time. But if there was any solace from all this, it was that in the end, the wait would be worth it. “So this is how it begins?”

Nem,” she replied wistfully as she held him in her arms. “I can’t tell the future, but until your time comes, just promise me that you’ll keep moving on.”

"You have my word, Elizaveta.” Austria closed his eyes. “You have my word…”

“It doesn’t end here, Szerelem. Nothing ever ends.“

“I know. I’ll see you soon…”
Here's another Doomsday RE: redux fic for the Doomsday-verse! This one though is a glimpse into the not too distant future of 2031 in the AU, which focuses more on the changing world and the Old World Nations (or rather certain ones) slowly giving way to their own successors. For those who've seen the previous version, you may notice a lot of alterations and changes, especially in the connections/roles/whatnot between Austria, Sopron, Hungary, Prussia and Partium ([link]), as well as a reference to "Hans" (aka the Alpine Confederation, aka Vash and Lilli's child from this fic; [link]). Also, some of the details are continuity nods to other fics in the Doomsday-verse, 1983: Doomsday proper and Hetalia, although I try to make them easy to go through. Still, I hope this RE: tale keeps as much of the premise and tone as possible.

As for pairings, this is VERY much AusHun/AustriaxHungary-centric (take a guess who Sopron's parents are), with implied SwissLiech put in for good measure. It's also the second-to-the-last- fic I plan to make for the Doomsday-verse that's set in the future. ;)

Anyway, just to be sure, this is not meant to be a political/ideological/propaganda screed. This is a work of fiction. Enjoy!

*UPDATE* Added some more bits of trivia in the description.


As for some translations and references:

Info on Doomsday-verse Hungary can be found here: ( [link] )

The main gist of what happened to Vienna and Austria in general can be found here: [link] . Needless to say, it didn't do so well at first.

Partium ( [link] ) is a survivor state based from the city of Debrecen on the easternmost fringes of the Hungarian Wastes under Transylvania (another Survivor-Nation from Romania).

Sopron ( [link] ) is a Hungarian city along the Austrian border; it used to be called Odenburg. In-verse, she's also the Sopron Frontier Territory ([link]), although some have apparently taken to calling her Transdanubia in the same way Debrecen came to be called Partium.

United Magyaria is a future projection of the Hungarian Wastes the Doomsday-verse, imagining what might happen to Sopron and Partium several years down the line. It's not exactly canon in the source material. ([link])

Prussia's zeppelins are a reference to the New Zeppelin Company from 1983: Doomsday ( [link](1983:_Doomsday) ). It's the result of airships replacing jet travel in Europe after Doomsday made air travel difficult. And Prussia has a virtual monopoly over it.

And as an added nod to Hetalia, Austria's wheelchair comment is a reference to what became of him after World War I and shortly before the Anschluss in 1938: largely sick and bound to a wheelchair.

Meine Tochter - "My daughter" (German)
Wien - Vienna (German)
Mein Gott - My God (German)
Verzeihung - "Sorry" (German; semi-formal)
Nem - No (Hungarian)
Számíthat rám! - "You can count on me!" (Hungarian)
Szerelem - My Love (Hungarian)

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


The early version of A Wasteland Memorial can be found here: [link]


Other Doomsday RE: fics:

An Ocean of Flame Above: [link]
The Vanishing Shadows: [link]
The Vanishing Shadows: [link] (CH-2)
The Vanishing Shadows: [link] (CH-3)
The Vanishing Shadows: [link] (CH-4)
The Vanishing Shadows: [link] (CH-5 END)
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thecrass1 Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2013
[link] check that out...
mdc01957 Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2013
Sorry. This fic isn't about Doomsday Preppers. ^^;
thecrass1 Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2013
just trying to spread the wealth
ROSEL-D Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2013   General Artist
oops, I meant 'his time' :XD:
mdc01957 Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2013
Actually, it's a heavily updated and extended version of an earlier fic. :)

Also, wait till the last future-era fic for the Doomsday-verse. Although you won't have to wait that long to notice that at the very least, he knows Hungary would be there at the other side. :)
ROSEL-D Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2013   General Artist
It think Roderich knows that he's time as a nation is going to end soon. Sopron is growing and becoming independent, few people who remembers doomsday remains, and meeting Elizaveta. =(

I like this chapter, but I don't seem to remember reading this one before... is this an extended one? :?
inkstaineddove Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Ah, each one of your fics is wonderful and truly enjoyable. Yes, even for us die-hard PruHun shippers find your AusHun moments to be very tender and heartwarming.
mdc01957 Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2013
Thanks so much again! :)

Although there's also the strong hint that Austria's starting to die. It'll probably take several more decades...but he's going the same way England did. :(
inkstaineddove Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
You're very welcome.

At least he'll go with a bit of nobility and dignity. But, that's the only way Austria would allow himself to go.
mdc01957 Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2013
And you could probably guess what the last future-era fic in the Doomsday-verse would be. Which would also take place on June 8, 2067... ;)
GigoXXIII Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Good work as allways :)

I am a little confused about one thing however, while Hungary is fading due to the complete devistating of her nation during the Doomsday and is been replaced by Partium by and Sopron as her remaining people forget the past and build new identitys and cultures etc. But why would Austria fade ?, sure his nation is changing over time and all and is now part of the Alphine Confederation but surely he could just adapt like Prussia did when the Teutonic Knights became Prussia. Or is it not something he can or wants to adapt to ?

Sorry for the nit pick I'm just courious :)
mdc01957 Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2013
Well, that's a nod to the source material. In 1983: Doomsday, it's pretty much all but stated that Switzerland and Liechtenstein are the real basis for the Alpine Confederation. Over time, the Austrians would start associating much more themselves with their "constituent regions" (think Tyrol or Salzburg) and the Confederation as a whole than with "Austria." Switzerland, having been a strong influence, would be around in some form for quite a while. But due to Vaduz being the capital and Liechtenstein being wholly integrated yet distinctly positioned, she's going to be the last among them to go. :(
kyuzoaoi Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2013  Student Artist
Very heartwarming, especially the you have my word...
mdc01957 Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2013
I'm glad you like it! :aww:

Although it does foreshadow Austria's fate...
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