Author's Notes and Disclaimers (EDITED):

This story you're about to read here is set in an alternate history/Hetalia AU called the RDNA-verse. This was originally posted on , but this version is (more or less, at least) the finished one posted on DeviantArt sometime after that. If there are any warnings and pairings present, if I could call it that, it would be that there's AustriaxHungary, the use of human names, alongside their "Nation" forms and some tearjerking, if not outright bittersweets scenes, with some darker undertones as the story progresses.

Hopefully, all of what I just said will make more sense as this goes along. Any critique is more than welcome.

Also, I don't own the rights of any part of Axis Powers Hetalia. Any similarities and homages belong to their respective owners.


The Personal Records of a Doctor: A RDNA-verse Tale

The following are excerpts from the diary of esteemed analyst Dr. Ludwig Heisenberg, PhD. Recovered after his death in 1947, the original diary is now in the hands of the National Library of Sciences in Neu Wien. The entries seen here, however, are not officially on record. For these pertain to more private matters of state. More specifically, these concern the late Doctor's most enigmatic patient and his most tragic failure. As such, only authorized personnel and the Dynasty are permitted to look into these leaves. Any effort to expose the contents will be apprehended with zero prejudice.
-Office of the Prime Minister (1955)

21 February 1934
A largely uneventful sequence of events. Not too many patients came by today. Maybe a slow day. Maybe things are still hard to come by. I like to think both. Bridget [1] came back with slightly more food. Heard that rationing will finally be over by the end of this week. The children haven't come over since last month. They're too busy anyway to mind about us. I don't want to bother them. Yes, largely uneventful.

I received a notice a couple hours ago from the Reichstag. Said that His Majesty requested for me at the Residence tomorrow 10 AM regarding an "important matter." There wasn't much else on the paper save for some short reminders of protocol. Whether as guests or patients, I've met many nobles. But to have my sovereign summon me directly for a secretive matter? I don't know what to do here. Whatever that may be, it must be grave to have him call the likes of me. Just hope I still recall how to address him properly.

[1] Wife of the doctor (1893-1952) – Ed.

22 February 1934
I saw my patient-to-be earlier. Not right away. It was after the meeting. Said audience went just as it was meant to be. Concise, to the point. Yet notably hesitant. After the formal pleasantries, he told me some details. A woman, no, young lady not past her 20s. Apparently was present in the evacuations [1]. Was in dire need for trauma treatment. Tried asking about additional information. Name, relation, background. Nothing. He said it'll come in due time, starting tomorrow. Judging from his posture, she must be close to the family to warrant all this. Soon enough, was quietly escorted out with some papers.

Then I saw her. Sitting on one of the benches. It wasn't His Majesty's daughter. She looked too young to have served in Europe. Black flowing hair. Oddly flowery dress. Couldn't discern more. But I swear she looked at me. Those eyes. Can't explain it. Something about them. So much warmth. Yet so much pain. No, must have been a mere glance. Can't let my thoughts wander off this early. It'll come in due time, as he said.

[1] This was long confirmed to be in reference to the Terror and the concurrent mass exodus of refugees across the Atlantic. It remains unclear, however, which phase of the evacuation was being mentioned. –Ed.