The Silencing

The Siege of Austria (Part 2)

Leave all your love and longing behind. You can't carry it with you if you want to survive.

-Florence and the Machine

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If you ever decide to ever look at a timeline of the entire world, which let me assure you is a very long time, you'd notice patterns in the events. Revolutions, massacres, the start of serial killers, they seem to start and end the same way. But all that changes is the date, names, and place. No doubt, The Siege of Austria would be no exception to the cycle of human cruelty, although it may feel original and special at the moment.

But then again, if you take the time to look, you will also notice the exceptions of these dreadful yet so useful patterns. Like, per say, the independence of Sealand. Such a small, artificial land it is. Such things should never become independent, yet it did anyway. Things like that remind us that the world; full of thoughts and determination, is not a math problem that is so easily solved. That there will be people and  events who will stray from the norm.  And them, and only them, will be remembered as heroes. And just as often villains. These people are often misjudged, either we glorify simple actions or we ignore the beauty people have created because we can't forget their evils.

And that makes me wonder, sometimes, if the actions we take are really part of a pattern, or if we're straying from the worn path, and making something evilly beautiful.

But then again, what would someone like me know?

"Dammit!" Hungary murmured, a hand to her head. The radios around her buzzed annoyingly, except for the one connected to the 7th outpost, which was turned off. She flicked another switch on the radio to her left, ending her connection to the chaos of the 6th outpost. The Italian forces had arrived, and a similar fate had befallen them. Hungary, with a heavy heart, knew she could do nothing about it. But just sitting here, doing nothing while listening to faithful soldiers die was frustrating. Oh, how she wanted to help them, but she knew she couldn't .

"Did they get the sixth?" Austria asked from behind her. She nodded, lightly tugging on her soft hair in thought and stress.

"How did you know?" She replied emptily, her mind still drawn to the fallen people.

Austria simply raised a hand to show her a gash on his hand, right below the bandage on the previous one. Hungary sighed, being reminded who they were, and stood to face him. She grabbed a few bandages from the drawer where she kept the pens, markers and such. Grabbing the wounded hand, Hungary began clean the cut, then wrap it.

"Is the other getting any better?" She asked hopefully.

Austria shook his head. "It's still bleeding, and it's not feeling any better."

Hungary nodded, frowning slightly. She didn't really expected it to, but she was hoping for something to look up to.

"This the commander of the 5th outpost reporting," The radio to the far left cackled, notifying the two countries in the room.

Hungary sighed loudly, once again turning to face the now dreaded device. "You've got to be kidding me..." She strode over the table and responded with, "This is Elizaveta responding back you. What's the issue?" Hungary was crossing her fingers that the Italians haven't already arrived at the outpost.

"Um, it's not really an issue, but more of need of clarification," The woman on the other side replied. "Apparently, a package was delivered to us overhead a few moments ago, and it says it was home base. We never requested supplies, so why did you send this?"