Dancing with Cinderella [Prologue]
anonymous
February 2 2010, 07:12:08 UTC
Austria rolled his tired shoulders, a scowl set firmly in place. It had been a long, tiring day. And the constant jostling of the automobile wasn't helping either. In truth, Austria neved liked this invention. The "car" as some called. It coughed bitter, black smole, war far too noisy, and had no elegance about it. None at all.
He would've rather walked back home, but Francis Joseph would have none of that. Especially since Austria's abode was several kilometers away. For all his aristocratic air, Austria was quite fine with having a little mud on his shoes. Between some dirt and the "car", he would rather take the dirt. Alas, that horrendous grating was torture on his sensitive ears!
But there was one shining, silver-lining to the "car". It was a lot faster than walking. And for that, Austria was grateful. It wouldn;t do to keep a certain princess waiting.
And by princess, Austria didn't mean any of Francis Joseph's daughters.
His boss had no children."Stop here, good sir." He commanded, opening his door
( ... )
Dancing with Cinderella [The Beginning]
anonymous
February 2 2010, 07:14:58 UTC
The idea of a family seemed so evanescent. Austria saw no point in it. He was a nation, and perhaps that differed his viewpoint.
He had lived many years. Families haven't changed since his birth. There was mother. There was a father. And there was a child. It was always the same dynamic.
After a few decades... it would be over. The child would grow up. The parents would die. And the cycle would start all over again.
It was all pointless. For a nation with all the time in the world. The importance of family was so... meaningless.
"I'm pregnant."
Or so she said.
Austria stared at her for a long time, trying to gauge if she was joking.
But she was not.
Congratulations, he had said. He had always known Hungary wanted a family. She finally got her wish.
"Don't you... Want to be a part of his life?"
She bit her lip. He shook her head. Music, the piano, that was all he needed. He was fine.
Hungary was outraged.
"Why not?! Why not?! This child is yours! You... Don't you even care?!"He was a nation. This child would be just
( ... )
Dancing with Cinderella [The Middle Cont.]
anonymous
February 2 2010, 08:06:37 UTC
The wedding day arrived. It was a nice, quiet affair. Only his daughter's closest friends, and her fiance's family. It went through with little fanfare. Encountering no problems, until he walked her down the aisle
( ... )
Dancing with Cinderella [The End]
anonymous
February 2 2010, 08:11:41 UTC
The next year, Francis Ferdinand was assasinated. The European powers found themselves caught in a tangled web of alliances. The Great War erupted. Austria found himself in the midst of blood and chaos.
But not once did he leave his daughter. Always from afar, he made sure she was safe. That her family was safe.
Eventually he lost. Austria and his allies forced to submit to the victors. Still, Austria kept watch. Knowing Hungary was doing the exact same thing.
They watched from afar as streaks of gray peppered her hair. They watched in vain as wrinkles line the rosy youth of her cheeks. They watched with heavy hearts as she grew older.
And yet here they were. Stuck. Trapped in eternal youth.
Watching their child die. Watching their child live.
Re: Dancing with Cinderella [Epilouge]
anonymous
February 2 2010, 22:34:05 UTC
Daddy's-girl!anon here saying that she's bawling like crazy with this fill writer!anon! ToT I love seeing Austria being portrayed from this angle, since we hardly do.
Re: Dancing with Cinderella [Epilouge]
anonymous
February 3 2010, 01:05:46 UTC
There Goes My Life by Kenny Chesney. Yus. Ah, so you've heard the song then? But question is, can you name the other song I used? There are two songs in this story. I'll give you a cookie or a little something, I won't tell what, if you can guess.
Re: Dancing with Cinderella [Epilouge]
anonymous
February 3 2010, 13:31:15 UTC
This anon here has been reading fanfics since elementary school (more than few years have passed since that time ;D), but never before has a fic made her tear up and want to bawl her heart out. It may be something to do with the fact that yesterday was my birthday, so I'm feeling extra nostalgic. Beautiful fic. The ending killed my heart. D; Poor Austria!
He would've rather walked back home, but Francis Joseph would have none of that. Especially since Austria's abode was several kilometers away. For all his aristocratic air, Austria was quite fine with having a little mud on his shoes. Between some dirt and the "car", he would rather take the dirt. Alas, that horrendous grating was torture on his sensitive ears!
But there was one shining, silver-lining to the "car". It was a lot faster than walking. And for that, Austria was grateful. It wouldn;t do to keep a certain princess waiting.
And by princess, Austria didn't mean any of Francis Joseph's daughters.
His boss had no children."Stop here, good sir." He commanded, opening his door ( ... )
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He had lived many years. Families haven't changed since his birth. There was mother. There was a father. And there was a child. It was always the same dynamic.
After a few decades... it would be over. The child would grow up. The parents would die. And the cycle would start all over again.
It was all pointless. For a nation with all the time in the world. The importance of family was so... meaningless.
"I'm pregnant."
Or so she said.
Austria stared at her for a long time, trying to gauge if she was joking.
But she was not.
Congratulations, he had said. He had always known Hungary wanted a family. She finally got her wish.
"Don't you... Want to be a part of his life?"
She bit her lip. He shook her head. Music, the piano, that was all he needed. He was fine.
Hungary was outraged.
"Why not?! Why not?! This child is yours! You... Don't you even care?!"He was a nation. This child would be just ( ... )
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But not once did he leave his daughter. Always from afar, he made sure she was safe. That her family was safe.
Eventually he lost. Austria and his allies forced to submit to the victors. Still, Austria kept watch. Knowing Hungary was doing the exact same thing.
They watched from afar as streaks of gray peppered her hair. They watched in vain as wrinkles line the rosy youth of her cheeks. They watched with heavy hearts as she grew older.
And yet here they were. Stuck. Trapped in eternal youth.
Watching their child die. Watching their child live.
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Alright, I bawled.
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and I'll admit I bawled, such a touching story you wrote <3
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It was so beautiful and touching. You need to post this on fanfiction.net and get some credit for this art, if you haven't already.
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