Author's Notes and Disclaimer:

For those who are curious, it's at this point that Francesca's identity and connection to New Austria/the RDNA itself becomes evident. And it's also by this point that her "parents" begin to make their presence felt. At least that's the intention, anyway.

Once more (hopefully this doesn't get redundant), I don't own Hetalia.

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

1 March 1934
Harder to find time. Bridget is concerned for both of us. No significant progress. A few steps have been made though. This might work.

Began by trying to keep her isolated in the room. She complied well enough. Suggested to His Majesty that someplace completely unfamiliar was better. Was warned that at this rate it would be of little use. Claimed that she has a connection with the country and its people. That she couldn't let go entirely. Couldn't believe myself what he just said. Sounded like those deluded stories heard among some earlier patients [1]. "Nations," personified countries, they said. Did he believe them too? I respectfully nodded. Had to take more drastic measures.

Commenced shock therapy trials [2] two days ago. Attempted to sedate her before the initial test. Dosage was insufficient. She started screaming. Defiantly. Fearfully. Madly. About the Reds taking her. That she lost everything to them. Then devolving into screeches. Forced to abort the trial. I can still hear them. It's worse than I thought.

Secondary tests were more successful. Heavy sedative and restraints were placed as precautions. There were similar, though notably reduced outbreaks. Awake, she showed fewer outward traces of trauma. Still signs of reluctance to reveal any more about her pain. Thought I saw something line her face for a moment. Wasn't visible. No, I sensed it. Age, generations of countrymen. I don't know. This isn't normal for a young lady. Who,what are you?

Currently observing her right now. Feel tired. Need a break. She's crying in her sleep. Wait. She's waking up.

[1] There were many stories circulating among some refugees regarding the Lost Nations. Some allegedly met them personally or knew their true identities. Of the tales compiled, approximately 58% are confirmed as, at least partially, true.

[2] Electro-induction Treatment was a recent development at the time. First-generation equipment was notoriously inconsistent, however. –Ed.

3 March 1934
More progress over the past days. More relaxed. Reduced outbreaks. Could breathe easier myself. Stopped the shocks yesterday for suppressants. Hopefully she won't need them for toolong. Still doubt it. Much left to do. At least some normalcy seems to be back. At first glance, anyway.

She offered showing Bridget and I around the Residence earlier today. We accepted and were duly pulled about. Seemed genuinely excited. Were shown the different rooms and halls. The ones allowable anyway. Needed the break. Still, we admired it. Honestly beautiful. She kept smiling at us. Very happy girl. Must have been the doses. Didn't think too much about it.

We were heading back to her room when we tried asking her. On whether she had ever seen Austria and Hungary. Who didn't, really? Many did. At least those who had legs and enough money. Recalled our visits to Vienna. City of dreams, they said. That much was true. And the honeymoon at Balaton [1]. Those were decades ago. Vienna exists only in dreams now. Carefully avoided specifics. Commented simply that we did. And that they were wonderful. Thought I saw something stir in her eyes. A familiar hint threatening to come out. It was only a moment. She nodded. Then changed the topic. Her tone sounded more hollow. Yet apart from that, nothing else suspicious. Not more so than she already was. So many questions.

Joined her for supper later on. She was quiet the whole time. Then towards the end, I heard her mutter something. Spoken fast. But haltingly. Barely heard it. I think it's:

"They were together to the very end. No one deserved that. Mama, Papa..."

Then she started crying. Silent tears, really. Yet it wouldn't last long. Her face showed it. Quickly dosed her off before another outbreak can happen. Had to be safe. Much work left to do. That phrase is still haunting me. It was about her parents, that I'm sure. But a thought crossed that she may be referring to that earlier question. Were "they" there when the Reds came? Or were they the countries themselves? Silly thought. But I'm not getting much answers. Must be losing it.

[1] A once-picturesque lake in former Hungary, currently known in local Collectivist Standard (ColStandard) as Reservoir C-01. -Ed.