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The Devil and The Moon

Warning: Long Author's Note is long.

Introductory Author's note:

It is currently 6:15 in the morning as I write this. If it was the date of my birthday I would laugh and call irony. December 30th indeed .I've been speaking with someone close to me in the sense of a creative writing aspect. To her, as I was her foreign pen pal online and still speak to her now: Thank you. I've had ideas and never had the guts to post anything for this fandom until now. You've given me encouraging nudges. Now I've figured out what storyline I want with the integration of the struggles I wanted involved. Keep an eye out. Just to add, others have pushed me as well but what's special with this fellow authoress is that she nailed the personalities I would perceive within Roderich and Elizabeta because I felt a great personal connection with Eli and people surrounding me. It was amusing yet scary at the same time. To a sucker fan for AustHun (ahem you know who) you're in for a long run. I hope you squee at this but get something out of it as well. To my very first Austria, my acquaintance, my forever good friend: I wanted to write something, but as I am (ill), I rather let you read what I wanted to write. It will be awhile for the specific part I wanted you to read (amongst many here) but bare with me if you can.

To my general readers: What you read shall be true to a great extent. True, for certain moments you will read might allow you to feel a deep connection or relation to what occurs within the relationship of people in real life, reflected fictionally; friendship or not. There's a relationship involved with everything. Some things written in here are loose memories as my friends know I don't always retain things completely. I also do not fully have a comprehension of real life to fictional portrayals as I only understand an extent of the people I am reflecting. But, I will try to portray them as best as possible, their real life nature, in some aspect to the fictional characters. To the readers that notice their reflections here: I'm so sorry but I will try my best reflecting you in here. It's kind of hard. Please don't hate me D=

Some Guidelines (if you'd like to follow):

1. Keep an open mind as you read. It will in some sense require time and that open mind.

2. When a new character is involved, try to regard them as if you don't know them at all or their true persona. This means as you get to know one character story and that character, do not forget to acknowledge those who interact with them; every character is vital.

3. Please try not to judge immediately.

4. You may feel an extent of understanding between yourself and a character, but please do not think you fully comprehend them in real life. The comprehension of these fictional characters is of great meaning to me. You may choose to keep these suggestions in mind or not. I understand readers are free to have their interpretation. Which in all makes me glad they read this.

5. I will not divulge what is real, what is not real. Some experiences will be involved and integrated to this fictional world. That means this piece shall be ready for critiquing and gladly try to have this authoress reply to any questions. My notes may be extensive but they are like so because I care and hope others care to cherish what they read. Some things will have historical reflections for Austria and Hungary, but not all will be accurate. I apologize if this may offend anyone but I do hope it can help someone out there and make them reflect. Everything happens for a purpose.

The last two thank yous will be to my mother and Capricorn. As I wrote this Mom told me to stop writing my last will and testament. This is a foresight that your next update might be a bit even if I am on vacation from college. Physically, I am a bit unstable. But back to mom, I thank you. You may not read this because of language barrier but you understand I am creative. I thank you for being my watchful eye and ever-endlessly supportive of my choices when they seem supported strongly. You have supported me even in my darkest hours. To Capricorn (you know who you are specifically, because I don't have any other nickname for you as I'd like to): You recently have given me time I did not deserve, but thank you for that. When you read this, I may write things that are possibly painful reminders...or write things that you wish I had told you or question why I never did. I wish I had the courage to tell you back in those days what I truly should have. In reality, things can be late but there never is a time better than when apart and taking space. You have taught me many things and these are things I cherish forever because I use them from now on. Wishes can come true and sometimes later than ever.. But until we meet again, as only we know our circumstances, I apologize for everything. My actions will speak louder than my words. This action of my written word might speak only so much to you. Please try reading this gradually because I know you are busy. I thank you for continuing to be there for me. And please, don't kill that poor dog, I know it's too hyper for you.

Now, continue on and enjoy.

Sincerely,
Elisa

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C h a p t e r 1: Hold On

He grew up spoiled. Not in the sense that he was a brat (to some), but in a very reformed nature, highly fortunate. Aristocratic, frugal, pompous, intimidating, and pansy were words of befitting nature or mockery according to others that associated with this child. Yet, there was one child in the younger days of this present-day young man, who had agreed with some of these words. In reality just a few of the gargantuan list that exists. She had grown a bit with this young man with the known fact, she was ignorant of him. Every day she took the opportunity to look at him: dark chocolate locks, tanned skin, violet eyes that can be your own demise, soft lips, and gorgeous hands. Those hands held skill, practice, callous from work and talent. Thin fingers that would lock very nicely with someone's other than his own and hold comfort. The girl did not know her future with this boy, now a young Austrian man, known as Roderich Edelstein.

"He is such a quiet man. Unless you engage him in conversation, he refuses to speak. I heard he loses trust in others easily. That's why his allies have now turned enemies, a vast majority that is. Most of the things he has done and possible what he is searching for now is out of his own benefit. All for his own reasoning as well as benefit for the nation of Austria. All this nonsense because he cannot trust easily and he seems to prefer being alone. Everything is done diligently and orderly. No time is wasted. He keeps formalities. Educated well and expects respect in turn if he gives it. That is difficult when he seems so...snobby." One regal girl staying within the Hungarian courtyards of a fellow duchess gossiped away like a parrot.

"It will be so rare if you even know the difference of his smiles. The business smile, a genuine one, hah! Like he gives a sincere smile. His analytical smirk. Such a complex man I do not see how many think this is simple man at all!" Followed by a huff of another royal-pain-in-the-arse gossiper, and Romanian none the less. During these current days, Hungary as well as nations or states under Austrian rule due to Habsburg were considered second-class citizens. Even so, those loud beings never ceased their giggles of this Austrian looking so handsome and how their future children would look with him. Roderich had been campaigning politically, as expected, and the rush-hush now was the pressure for him to marry. "They have said this would be the nth number of marriage in awhile. His luck deems horrible with commitment it seems." That was enough. Elizabeta grew tired as most of the chores were left to her. That harlot would need to be silenced.

Elizabeta Hedervary was fidgeting with plates and dishes, never fearing dirty work, as she moved along with her day. These neighboring states would get on her nerve when they visited, some of Romanian descent, gossiping like old ladies. Now, because they were all under second-class citizenship she tried to be understanding of them. Deep inside, she preferred to scream bloody murder and bring humorous pain to them. Miss Hedervary represented Hungary, with much pride and fervor as she maintained personal connections to her people. Honey-tinted chocolate locks that curled and waved here and there, were accents to the olive-evergreen eyes she had. She was fair-skinned which caused attention from unwanted men. Her heart was in the right place and her quick friendships gave her nicknames like honey or saint because of her patience with anyone. Back to those unwanted men, she evaded them always by acting like a man as much as possible. Some respected that, left her be, or allowed her to drink or do strenuous work with them if she wanted to help. Others were not so fortunate as their persistence would cause her to inflict her wrath with her infamous skillet. She honestly held a sense of fear within her on the concept of love. She liked it amongst others but felt no one would enjoy her for who she was, her struggles and scars, or for her taste in adventurism. Despite loving love among others, she deeply wished for a love of her own. One that would probably last for as long as it could. One that held reverence of truth. No matter how harsh, she wanted someone who would not sugar coat even if it made her tear. It honestly gave her respect for such a person.

For the moment, her other problem was reliability. She was reliable to others and at times when she relied on them, it would not be of best intentions from them. They would break her trust yet she forgave them and held no hatred. Hate was a concept she would never comprehend. All she held was forgiveness. But when she really held no one close to reveal her woes and weights, her sanity would dissolve into mental instability to the point she would rely on falsifying small things to get the attention of others. Subconsciously she wanted someone who would care with sincerity and not judge her. This was all dangerous. Her flaws and secrets. The amount of friends were a sad truth of how many she had, which were close to none. When younger she was loud because it gave her a front that she was always strong in some sense or very active. In comes a stranger and she would be meek and shy towards them. Elizabeta hoped that one day, she would have someone. Even so, the Hungarian held fears and with those fears there were defenses to be torn down. Defenses that would later be torn away. Although, her mind occupied with the gossipers and deciding to get a laugh, as they did nothing to help her clean the big estate that would house the aforementioned Austrian, she threw her broom at them.

"Alright you old women! Get off to prancing and pampering away so you can gain the interest of Mr. Edelstein! The more you lot gossip the more disinterested he'll be. If you don't realize it you're all no better than others who judge him. Even I have the guts to at least recognize my ignorance of him. Look at him for what he is, try learning in depth of him gradually, and accept it all. Blubbering fools. Don't even know what true labor is since the day you were born. Snobbish pigs..." Her anger rose by the minute, "Get out of my sights!" And with broom once more in hand, she started to sweep away the screaming banshees. The Romanian cursing her as she scurried before turning to reply.

"Hedervary, you will never know love once in your life! You are too rough, so boyish! You cannot even fathom all those balls or afford them! Not even a gown! You understand nothing of these parties even! You know nothing of being a woman." The Romanian's voice was a hiss as she sneered in Hungarian to Elizabeta, "Look at you, not even as trimmed in body shape as we are. Hah, barbaric fiend. How delusional you are. We hope Mr. Edelstein has no interest in your nation. We always wondered why he just took you out of Ottoman rule and put you under his rule as well...it was a stupid, brash move. In the end he never wanted to help you. He just wanted to use you. Everyone knows that the eyes of men upon you are just to use you for sexual desire..." And with that she had spit on the floor in front of Hungary, leaving her to clean that as she retired to be pampered.

In silence, Elizabeta used her dirty cloth to clean that floor, continuing to sweep. She wondered why at times she could not retaliate to insults. She wondered why she defended someone she only somewhat was familiar with and held a strong outcry for him. The Hungarian wondered why she spoke sometimes. It was assumed she never retaliated unless it was necessary. Unnecessary conflict was not on the top of her to-do list in life anyway. If anyone cared to stay, to truly look at the young adult, they would see her eyes held much truth. There were no lies to how much words affected her. The emeralds were brimmed with tears, holding a glossy shine. She held back her pain and if tears slipped, she would wipe them to try and fool the world, pausing every once in awhile to breath. Her pride refused to let anyone see the damage done. Her life has consisted of trying her best to please the world, work into exhaustion, and maintain routine. She had little word in matters and when she spoke sometimes it looked stupid as she did so. The reality was that she was always a woman and when younger it seemed easier for her to be respected. Back then at least a strong woman held value in her tribes with the Huns. To this day, she did her best to express herself especially to get better reformations for her people.

Sweep, sweep, sniff, cough, sob. The sound of her as she realized no one was around. Finishing her cleaning, she sat near the window sill, near the vast window within the kitchen. Curling up she began to cry in bitter sadness, "In the end, my delusions are what comfort and protect me. Who will pull me out and keep me strong? I can only keep myself afloat...No one will help you Eli...no one but you..."

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From doing A Moon for the Misbegotten, I've learned that nobody's love can save anybody else. There are people who want to die, and nothing or nobody will stop them. The only one who can save you is yourself. - Gabriel Byrne

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A/N: I would love to give a mini history lesson for some portions but I think I have babbled enough on here. Comments and questions?

Description
The Devil and The Moon

Warning: Long Author's Note is long.

Introductory Author's note:

It is currently 6:15 in the morning as I write this. If it was the date of my birthday I would laugh and call irony. December 30th indeed .I've been speaking with someone close to me in the sense of a creative writing aspect. To her, as I was her foreign pen pal online and still speak to her now: Thank you. I've had ideas and never had the guts to post anything for this fandom until now. You've given me encouraging nudges. Now I've figured out what storyline I want with the integration of the struggles I wanted involved. Keep an eye out. Just to add, others have pushed me as well but what's special with this fellow authoress is that she nailed the personalities I would perceive within Roderich and Elizabeta because I felt a great personal connection with Eli and people surrounding me. It was amusing yet scary at the same time. To a sucker fan for AustHun (ahem you know who) you're in for a long run. I hope you squee at this but get something out of it as well. To my very first Austria, my acquaintance, my forever good friend: I wanted to write something, but as I am (ill), I rather let you read what I wanted to write. It will be awhile for the specific part I wanted you to read (amongst many here) but bare with me if you can.

To my general readers: What you read shall be true to a great extent. True, for certain moments you will read might allow you to feel a deep connection or relation to what occurs within the relationship of people in real life, reflected fictionally; friendship or not. There's a relationship involved with everything. Some things written in here are loose memories as my friends know I don't always retain things completely. I also do not fully have a comprehension of real life to fictional portrayals as I only understand an extent of the people I am reflecting. But, I will try to portray them as best as possible, their real life nature, in some aspect to the fictional characters. To the readers that notice their reflections here: I'm so sorry but I will try my best reflecting you in here. It's kind of hard. Please don't hate me D=

Some Guidelines (if you'd like to follow):

1. Keep an open mind as you read. It will in some sense require time and that open mind.

2. When a new character is involved, try to regard them as if you don't know them at all or their true persona. This means as you get to know one character story and that character, do not forget to acknowledge those who interact with them; every character is vital.

3. Please try not to judge immediately.

4. You may feel an extent of understanding between yourself and a character, but please do not think you fully comprehend them in real life. The comprehension of these fictional characters is of great meaning to me. You may choose to keep these suggestions in mind or not. I understand readers are free to have their interpretation. Which in all makes me glad they read this.

5. I will not divulge what is real, what is not real. Some experiences will be involved and integrated to this fictional world. That means this piece shall be ready for critiquing and gladly try to have this authoress reply to any questions. My notes may be extensive but they are like so because I care and hope others care to cherish what they read. Some things will have historical reflections for Austria and Hungary, but not all will be accurate. I apologize if this may offend anyone but I do hope it can help someone out there and make them reflect. Everything happens for a purpose.

The last two thank yous will be to my mother and Capricorn. As I wrote this Mom told me to stop writing my last will and testament. This is a foresight that your next update might be a bit even if I am on vacation from college. Physically, I am a bit unstable. But back to mom, I thank you. You may not read this because of language barrier but you understand I am creative. I thank you for being my watchful eye and ever-endlessly supportive of my choices when they seem supported strongly. You have supported me even in my darkest hours. To Capricorn (you know who you are specifically, because I don't have any other nickname for you as I'd like to): You recently have given me time I did not deserve, but thank you for that. When you read this, I may write things that are possibly painful reminders...or write things that you wish I had told you or question why I never did. I wish I had the courage to tell you back in those days what I truly should have. In reality, things can be late but there never is a time better than when apart and taking space. You have taught me many things and these are things I cherish forever because I use them from now on. Wishes can come true and sometimes later than ever.. But until we meet again, as only we know our circumstances, I apologize for everything. My actions will speak louder than my words. This action of my written word might speak only so much to you. Please try reading this gradually because I know you are busy. I thank you for continuing to be there for me. And please, don't kill that poor dog, I know it's too hyper for you.

Now, continue on and enjoy.

Sincerely,
Elisa

~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~

C h a p t e r 1: Hold On

He grew up spoiled. Not in the sense that he was a brat (to some), but in a very reformed nature, highly fortunate. Aristocratic, frugal, pompous, intimidating, and pansy were words of befitting nature or mockery according to others that associated with this child. Yet, there was one child in the younger days of this present-day young man, who had agreed with some of these words. In reality just a few of the gargantuan list that exists. She had grown a bit with this young man with the known fact, she was ignorant of him. Every day she took the opportunity to look at him: dark chocolate locks, tanned skin, violet eyes that can be your own demise, soft lips, and gorgeous hands. Those hands held skill, practice, callous from work and talent. Thin fingers that would lock very nicely with someone's other than his own and hold comfort. The girl did not know her future with this boy, now a young Austrian man, known as Roderich Edelstein.

"He is such a quiet man. Unless you engage him in conversation, he refuses to speak. I heard he loses trust in others easily. That's why his allies have now turned enemies, a vast majority that is. Most of the things he has done and possible what he is searching for now is out of his own benefit. All for his own reasoning as well as benefit for the nation of Austria. All this nonsense because he cannot trust easily and he seems to prefer being alone. Everything is done diligently and orderly. No time is wasted. He keeps formalities. Educated well and expects respect in turn if he gives it. That is difficult when he seems so...snobby." One regal girl staying within the Hungarian courtyards of a fellow duchess gossiped away like a parrot.

"It will be so rare if you even know the difference of his smiles. The business smile, a genuine one, hah! Like he gives a sincere smile. His analytical smirk. Such a complex man I do not see how many think this is simple man at all!" Followed by a huff of another royal-pain-in-the-arse gossiper, and Romanian none the less. During these current days, Hungary as well as nations or states under Austrian rule due to Habsburg were considered second-class citizens. Even so, those loud beings never ceased their giggles of this Austrian looking so handsome and how their future children would look with him. Roderich had been campaigning politically, as expected, and the rush-hush now was the pressure for him to marry. "They have said this would be the nth number of marriage in awhile. His luck deems horrible with commitment it seems." That was enough. Elizabeta grew tired as most of the chores were left to her. That harlot would need to be silenced.

Elizabeta Hedervary was fidgeting with plates and dishes, never fearing dirty work, as she moved along with her day. These neighboring states would get on her nerve when they visited, some of Romanian descent, gossiping like old ladies. Now, because they were all under second-class citizenship she tried to be understanding of them. Deep inside, she preferred to scream bloody murder and bring humorous pain to them. Miss Hedervary represented Hungary, with much pride and fervor as she maintained personal connections to her people. Honey-tinted chocolate locks that curled and waved here and there, were accents to the olive-evergreen eyes she had. She was fair-skinned which caused attention from unwanted men. Her heart was in the right place and her quick friendships gave her nicknames like honey or saint because of her patience with anyone. Back to those unwanted men, she evaded them always by acting like a man as much as possible. Some respected that, left her be, or allowed her to drink or do strenuous work with them if she wanted to help. Others were not so fortunate as their persistence would cause her to inflict her wrath with her infamous skillet. She honestly held a sense of fear within her on the concept of love. She liked it amongst others but felt no one would enjoy her for who she was, her struggles and scars, or for her taste in adventurism. Despite loving love among others, she deeply wished for a love of her own. One that would probably last for as long as it could. One that held reverence of truth. No matter how harsh, she wanted someone who would not sugar coat even if it made her tear. It honestly gave her respect for such a person.

For the moment, her other problem was reliability. She was reliable to others and at times when she relied on them, it would not be of best intentions from them. They would break her trust yet she forgave them and held no hatred. Hate was a concept she would never comprehend. All she held was forgiveness. But when she really held no one close to reveal her woes and weights, her sanity would dissolve into mental instability to the point she would rely on falsifying small things to get the attention of others. Subconsciously she wanted someone who would care with sincerity and not judge her. This was all dangerous. Her flaws and secrets. The amount of friends were a sad truth of how many she had, which were close to none. When younger she was loud because it gave her a front that she was always strong in some sense or very active. In comes a stranger and she would be meek and shy towards them. Elizabeta hoped that one day, she would have someone. Even so, the Hungarian held fears and with those fears there were defenses to be torn down. Defenses that would later be torn away. Although, her mind occupied with the gossipers and deciding to get a laugh, as they did nothing to help her clean the big estate that would house the aforementioned Austrian, she threw her broom at them.

"Alright you old women! Get off to prancing and pampering away so you can gain the interest of Mr. Edelstein! The more you lot gossip the more disinterested he'll be. If you don't realize it you're all no better than others who judge him. Even I have the guts to at least recognize my ignorance of him. Look at him for what he is, try learning in depth of him gradually, and accept it all. Blubbering fools. Don't even know what true labor is since the day you were born. Snobbish pigs..." Her anger rose by the minute, "Get out of my sights!" And with broom once more in hand, she started to sweep away the screaming banshees. The Romanian cursing her as she scurried before turning to reply.

"Hedervary, you will never know love once in your life! You are too rough, so boyish! You cannot even fathom all those balls or afford them! Not even a gown! You understand nothing of these parties even! You know nothing of being a woman." The Romanian's voice was a hiss as she sneered in Hungarian to Elizabeta, "Look at you, not even as trimmed in body shape as we are. Hah, barbaric fiend. How delusional you are. We hope Mr. Edelstein has no interest in your nation. We always wondered why he just took you out of Ottoman rule and put you under his rule as well...it was a stupid, brash move. In the end he never wanted to help you. He just wanted to use you. Everyone knows that the eyes of men upon you are just to use you for sexual desire..." And with that she had spit on the floor in front of Hungary, leaving her to clean that as she retired to be pampered.

In silence, Elizabeta used her dirty cloth to clean that floor, continuing to sweep. She wondered why at times she could not retaliate to insults. She wondered why she defended someone she only somewhat was familiar with and held a strong outcry for him. The Hungarian wondered why she spoke sometimes. It was assumed she never retaliated unless it was necessary. Unnecessary conflict was not on the top of her to-do list in life anyway. If anyone cared to stay, to truly look at the young adult, they would see her eyes held much truth. There were no lies to how much words affected her. The emeralds were brimmed with tears, holding a glossy shine. She held back her pain and if tears slipped, she would wipe them to try and fool the world, pausing every once in awhile to breath. Her pride refused to let anyone see the damage done. Her life has consisted of trying her best to please the world, work into exhaustion, and maintain routine. She had little word in matters and when she spoke sometimes it looked stupid as she did so. The reality was that she was always a woman and when younger it seemed easier for her to be respected. Back then at least a strong woman held value in her tribes with the Huns. To this day, she did her best to express herself especially to get better reformations for her people.

Sweep, sweep, sniff, cough, sob. The sound of her as she realized no one was around. Finishing her cleaning, she sat near the window sill, near the vast window within the kitchen. Curling up she began to cry in bitter sadness, "In the end, my delusions are what comfort and protect me. Who will pull me out and keep me strong? I can only keep myself afloat...No one will help you Eli...no one but you..."

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From doing A Moon for the Misbegotten, I've learned that nobody's love can save anybody else. There are people who want to die, and nothing or nobody will stop them. The only one who can save you is yourself. - Gabriel Byrne

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A/N: I would love to give a mini history lesson for some portions but I think I have babbled enough on here. Comments and questions?