Author's Notes: Here's what might be the last Doomsday-verse AU profile for the moment, so while there may or may not be any further ones down the line, this one can serve as a closure of sorts, just in time for Easter. Especially since this one serves as a kind of mirror to both Prussia and Austria's entries...which should give you an idea as to whose profile this is. Still, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did!

Also, here's another hint: she knows both of them.

The WCRB Files

A 1983 Doomsday Record through the Nation's Eyes

**File [REDACTED] - Magyarország/Hungary - Elizabeta Héderváry**

"On a portion of Central Europe, bordered by mountains on one side and crossed by the River Duna lies a large plain bearing the name of a people and culture who've lived there ever since their nomadic forefathers arrived a thousand years ago. From the rise of House Árpád to the unforgettable days of House Habsburg and even into the middle of the 20th Century, the Magyars have been witnesses to history. Through the follies, pains, triumphs and glories in all that time, Magyarország endured. Sadly, part of that isn't true anymore. As while my people still exist, I no longer do.

Over just two generations, the Kiegyezés – our union had fallen and two Great Wars laid defeat upon another on this land, only to be brought behind the Iron Curtain under the heel of Ivan's Soviet masters. Maybe I would have seen the Cold War's end with my people's dignity unbowed if not for one, tragic September day. Imagine Budapest in its lively grandeur disappearing in a searing flash of light. Or the deaths of those who didn't even die from those sickly glows, whether by the collapse of everything they held dear or at the hands of men sent in the name of Communism. Defiant as I was, my painful fate came within a few years. It had already been sealed the moment Doomsday began - like so many others from the Old World. Guess I was stubborn to the end as always.

Az én Istenem, It all feels so distant now. Yet while I passed away, the survivors still moved forward on, their new forms – my own children already coming into their own. To the west, my dear Sopron became a beacon of hope over the chaos there, one that soon came under Drágám Auztria's protection through what came to be called the Alpine Confederation. A Leghűségesebb Város after all has always been at the crossroads with my beloved. Further east meanwhile, the brave people of Debrecen made for themselves a community now known as call Partium. Under, or rather despite the aid of their Transylvanian neighbors, their name has become known far beyond their homes.

Now if only I could say that all's well. For the remainder of the Hungarian Wastes – a degrading name if at all – is a nightmare dividing the two lands. A void that's little more than ruins and dwindling, scattered villages raided by warlords. Many of those are glorified bandits, some deserters, including those from the same Soviet armies that ravaged my people. Then there are the lingering menaces of fallout and other signs of chaos lurking there, continuing to threaten my children to this day. But I have good reason to believe that they won't go astray that easily.

Magyars, as in years past are proud and persistent, whether it be in the Dual Monarchy's living legacy through Sopron or the fresh vitality of Partium. True, they may be seen as mere Survivor-Nations in the eyes of others. They're neither like the great powers nor should they be. But my people are in their hands now. For all their diverging paths, they still have much in common. So much that, in a way, I haven't been forgotten. Maybe one day, they'll bring these plains back to their rightful, dignified beauty. And in this new world, they won't be alone. I still love them too much not to let that happen.

There are many symbols and flags used by the children of Magyarország, some more poignant than others. But while certain nations are content with eagles, flowers or iron crosses, many still look to the Turul. A messenger from a fading past into an uncertain if hopeful future. A sign that even in death they have never been abandoned. Not now, not ever.

Igazam van, Roderich? Gilbert?"

As for some trivia:

The Ausgleich/Kiegyezés, also known as the Austro-Hungarian Compromise of 1867 was the series of reforms that formally made the Dual Monarchy of Austria-Hungary a reality. Depending on the sources, it's normally dated to either March 30 (the beginning), May 29 (the formal ratification) or June 8 (the final declaration and coronation).

Sopron is in RL a Hungarian city (or rather, half-Austrian, half-Hungarian) along the Austrian border; it used to be called Odenburg until the 1920s when the townsfolk chose to side with Hungary rather than Austria, hence why it's known in English as Hungary's "ever loyal town" (A Leghűségesebb Város) In the AU, she's part of the Alpine Confederation.

Partium, like Sopron, is one of the Survivor-Nations that emerged from the "Hungarian Wastes" in 1983: Doomsday. It's based from what is in RL the city of Debrecen (coincidentally, it was called Debrecen for a time in-verse). It also has ties and connections with neighboring Transylvania, another Survivor-Nation that emerged from Romania's ashes.

Duna - "Danube" (Hungarian)

Drágám - "Darling/Beloved" (Hungarian)

Az én Istenem - "Oh, God" (Hungarian)

Igazam van? - "Am I right?" (Hungarian)

*Once again, apologies for the belated polishing!*