This time they were acting like normal, loving siblings would do. Finally realizing what do they lost with this treaty, of course too late. France was indifferent as usual, hardening his once caring heart, cold as marble, cruel as only beauty can be. He stopped caring a long ago. He was never interested in some Middle-European nation. England's promises were lies. Cruel Heartless lies. And oh the others. Austria with that hateful look in his eyes, Croatia and the freezing loath, Ukraine and her not-even-close-to-false-friendly smile, Chez, Romania… That gluttony. Those smirks they will never forget.
Hungary looked to Transylvania with tears in her eyes. From anger of course. Her brother gritted his teeth, squeezing his sisters hand with passion maybe for the first time and for the last. The borders are rearranged.
All their conflicts, all those religious wars and bickering pushed aside, as the Hungarians gazed into each other's eyes fearing if they broke the connection they will die.
Russia cleared his throat with a smile.
Those poison green eyes swore something. Something only Hungarians could understand. The air was filled with sparks threatening to blow up the whole palace.
Trianon.
The curse. The never healing wound.
Italy gently tugged on Hungary's arm. It's time to fulfill the sentence.
The siblings' furious gaze was broken. They lead the woman to another room.
Everyone left, as they had nothing more to do here. Only their neighbors remained.
After a 2-5 minutes the woman reappeared. Her hair cut down, limping, beaten up, weak and small. She searched for her brother's eyes, but he didn't dare to look at her.
He couldn't. He knew how badly she was, and he knew how much more will she suffer because of him. And he couldn't take it.
So they stood there for a glimpse, Hungary staring at Transylvania begging for only a look, and the man staring – with burning gaze – to the floor, cursing under his mustache.
Romania grasped the man's hand and started to leave. Someone knocked on Hungary's shoulders informing her to return to her new home soon.
She smiled at the person, bowing her head – she understood – turning on her heals, walking out with as straight back as possible. If she had cursed under her breath or in her thoughts she was good at hiding it.
So here we are again. one day after 06.04.
I'm not sure why did I write this in English and not Hungarian, but if you don't want to be so strict, you could say it's my historical obsession which I wanted to share with you. I know you don't read too much in Hungarian. me neither.
Szóval ha épp magyar lennél, köszönöm hogy be néztél. Ha van bármi mondani valód Trianonról, kérlek üzend meg, érdekel.
If you have no idea what's this whole thing is about, long story short: after WWI Austro-Hungary was dissolved and in 1920 a peace treaty in Paris - in the Trianon palace - cut up Hungary's territory pretty ugly, thus our country looks like nowadays. About two third of the territory was taken away along with the population and industries and everything. This created a bunch of problems, still unsolved. End of story.
Anyway, hope you have a nice day, and enjoy the upcoming summer at its full :)