Chapter 11: Cold War, Warm Hearts
A/N: My best friend is leaving to Japan for 5 or 6 years, and he is not allowed to visit our El Salvador... I am brokenhearted at the moment, mates. He has been with me for 12 years, and I don't feel like surviving without him. I doubt I will be okay in a while. Sorry for leaving you like this, but he's leaving on the upcoming April and I want to devote myself fully towards him on these last months. Who knows if he will forget me, or I forget him during those years? Probably, he will meet some Japanese manga-addict and forget everything about us… I will be back in August if the government cancels his scholarship. I want him to get the best he can, but humans can be greedy… Oh, just forget this rubbish talk. :Sad-modeON:
Just after this tragic separation and the events of World War 2 (which separated us even more…) began the so-called Cold War. Well, it came to happen that the United States and Russia's Soviet Union were tense towards each other, to the point of getting themselves armed as for a nuclear war. Russia wanted to get a shield of nations around himself, and with his imposing body and strength, he managed to create the Soviet Union, which eventually took me away from my maiden. Despite protests, Russia took her away, leaving me with nothing to do, but to respond to pressure by signing the Neutrality Act. I had transformed into a kind of Switzerland, to my despair, but at least both of them, U.S.A. and the Soviet Union stopped their constant pestering.
However, Alfred remained commenting that I was doing this to join Russia later on. This annoyed me greatly, but as I was neutral, I could do nothing.
From 1955 and on, I walked along my country, observing Hungary from the distance. Also, Ludwig visited me constantly, because Gilbert, who lived on the eastern part of Germany, was dominated by Russia. Ludwig resented this loss, and many nights we ended in a tavern, with lots of alcohol to "forget the present".
"Austria! These commies want us dead! These commies want to kill Gilbert, and then they will get us both!" he would yell with tears in his blue eyes, as I remembered him that we were in front of commoners. He would often comment him that he did not mind, that nothing else mattered, and that humankind was on the verge of destroying itself.
"Ludwig, I remember you I am neutral. And Ivan is afraid of you…"
"He is a beast, Austria! He is a beast and so is that fat hamburger man! Imagine how they must treat your Hungary…!"
At this, I got up, paid, and went home. Ludwig had made me remember the present agony I was trying to avoid.
And as my fingers crawled into my piano, I played a sad melody, from the great Hungarian composer Franz Liszt. A melody from Hungary which brought nothing to me but tears as I remembered the woman I loved.
After a two-day hangover, Ludwig once more appeared at my home, this time with a sealed letter with Hungary's typing on it.
She briefly explained how Russia was pressuring her, and that her folks were planning on revolting during October…
I was worried for her. Russia had been sort-of easygoing with her, but if she revolted… she would end just like the Baltic States of Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia. My wife being strictly punished by this bear-like guy… It was something difficult to assimilate.
So, she revolted, and as expected, the revolution's fire was extinguished by the cold Russian tanks.
On 1961, Ludwig was fully separated of his brother, the Prussian jerk, due to the construction of the Berlin Wall. It came to happen that Hungary was also forbidden to trade or do anything with me. Me, a neutral nation. Me, her former husband. Me, the lonely one.
But I dashed (well, I tried to) towards our borders, carrying along my most important things: I WANTED to go with her.
But then, a hand held me tight before I crossed the borderline: no one was allowed anymore to enter Hungary. Razor prevented entrance to the Hungarian lands. I was not able to say goodbye to her.
Years passed, and dust rabbits clouded our-my house. I had heard news of her, now and then, and I slowly lost hope upon our reuniting. Depression filled the gloomy house, which lost its former glory as the lady in the house left.
I had lost hope and did nothing. Not even when I became some sort of foster father to a micronation, young Kugelmugel. Maybe that's why my kid was so quiet and gloomy back then and into modern times.
However, as year 1989 ran, I saw how the glory of Hungary was slowly restored, as she took a hammer, shovels and a bunch of men who helped her to toss the silly razor preventing us to meet. Kugelmugel was at home, in his studio, but I am sure he would have painted the magnificent scene in the moment.
Soviet Hungary was dead. My beloved woman was back, with the strength and boldness she had tried to teach to me during all this years. But it is obvious I am not likely to be like her, the image of bravery.
As soon as the borders were opened, in nothing more than an hour, a flood of Austrians and Hungarians dashed to find friends and family. Many families celebrated with a picnic, which was the prologue of the fall of the Wall of Berlin. But I'm straying from the theme.
Standing amid her passing citizens my loved one stood, strong, sweating in an elegant way, with freedom in her chest and a picnic basket in her hand.
My feet moved by themselves when I crossed the human river and ended up in front of her.
"No more commies, hmm?" I mumbled.
"As it should have been for us."
A tender desire to taste her lips, her sweet lips made me quickly embrace her and engage in a kiss, passionate, desperate kiss which no symphony can describe. And then, I commented:
"We are parents."