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What are the divisions of the Russian Empire doing during the war?

"On 1 September 1914, after the outbreak of World War I, the Imperial government renamed the city Petrograd, meaning "Peter's City", to remove the German words Sankt and Burg." "...the beginning of the First World War there were 12 military districts remaining: Dvinsk, Irkutsk, Caucasus, Kazan, Kiev, Minsk, Moscow, Odessa, Omsk, Petrograd, Amur and Turkestan."

Also based on wikipedia articles ,this map and grafic!

I'm in pain :)

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The Entente and Central Powers at a firing range. 'Nuff said.

(took inpiration by this scene from the movie "Joyeux Noel")

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The Entente and Central Powers at a firing range. 'Nuff said.

(took inpiration by this scene from the movie "Joyeux Noel")

[sane-person]

Hello! I remembered this and thought you would find this interesting.

Many indigenous peoples fought along side white Canadians during World war one. Over 4 000 in fact!

I knew about the presence of indegenous peoples ,but not that many! that is very cool information thank you! I'll do more research on the matter

I know of a song about the most decorated aboriginal soldier in Canadian history, Francis Pegahmagabow, by Sabaton! (here)

(Maybe I already told you about it , sorry for responding late and thank you for the information!)

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How's Portugal? :) just chilling?

"...Portugal had been declared bankrupt twice – first on 14 June 1892, and then again on 10 May 1902 – causing social turmoil, economic disturbances, angry protests, revolts and criticism of the monarchy." (Abolished in the 5 October 1910 Portuguese republican revolution)

"The new republic had many problems. Portugal had 45 different governments in just 15 years. " -wiki

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Are Austria and Hungary married?

"...through the Compromise, the two halves of the Empire were two formally independent states of equal status." -Cool Article

(basically a marrige- But nither call themselfs spouses , business partners at most)

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Heyo Austria-Hungary, how's my boi Charles IV doin?

(Charles IV is a chad , I just read some things for now , but WOW, nice, I'll remeber him for the medieval times)

(Maybe Bohemia can awnser this question with more passion)

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Idk if this is really allowed to ask, but to the minorities in the Austrian Hungarian empire, what do you think about having to fight against a country you don’t care about/ a country which is of your same nationality?

(Bohemia and Poland's flags are basically the same , so to distinguish them I used the coat of arms, also well Poland is in pieces now so it's pretty easy to spot the difference...)

(The map from where I'm basing the Ethno-linguistic parts of Austria-Hungary)

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Ayyy!

Prussia is here!

How is my favourite former country doing?

"Throughout the war, the German army systematically engaged in numerous atrocities against the civilian population of Belgium, including the intentional destruction of civilian property; German soldiers murdered over 6,000 Belgian civilians, and 17,700 died during expulsion, deportation, imprisonment, or death sentence by court... ...German forces destroyed 25,000 homes and other buildings in 837 communities in 1914 alone" - (wiki)

+ some Shell shock.

(also changed Prussia slightly with some face scars , based on the Dueling scar!)

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(to Anyone)

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"White Friday occurred during the Italian Front of World War I, when an avalanche struck Austro-Hungarian barracks on Mount Marmolada, killing 270 soldiers.

Other avalanches the same day struck Italian and other Austro-Hungarian positions, killing hundreds.

According to some reports both sides deliberately fired shells into the weakened snowpacks in an attempt to bury the other side."- wiki

Inspired by the song Soldier Of Heaven by Sabaton

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Switzerland as a red cross nurse and doctor

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This is very cool! It's sad but very heartwarming too , Ame caring for his brother is very nice (꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

The writing plot of someone being hurt and someone caring for them is always super cute and nice , I love this to pices!!

(To add to this here is the wiki article [x] and a song about it [x])

Part one of Shatter. @sane-person

I hope you enjoy! ~~ One minute, he was fighting Germans in the Trenches. Next minute, everything went black with a flash of pain. He couldn’t see anymore.

Canada whined as a nurse checked him over. He was in optimal condition other than the blindness thing. About two days ago, he was told he passed out while fighting and woke up complaining about him being blind. So, Canada was sent behind lines. What’s the use of a blind man in a war?

When the nurse left, Canada sighed. He felt as useless as a rusty nail. No, to him, the rusty nail had one up on him. He wondered what happened back home that would cause this. Something bad, for sure, but until a letter came through, he wouldn’t know. He also didn’t know if he would ever gain back his vision. The man was scared. Scared for himself, for his friends, for Europe.

He laied back and tried to relax, which didn’t work. Canada closed his eyes but reopened them when he heard Britain and a nurse talking about him. Britain had come to visit him? He felt happy but the feeling quickly died when he heard what they were talking about.

“Him? Leave the front?” The Brit sounded confused, like Canada had lied to his father about being sick.

“I’m afraid so. He’s completely blind; I checked multiple times. He just won’t react to anything. He has to leave and go home.” The nurse said.

There was a sigh from Britain. He sounded so tired. Canada suddenly felt terrible for worrying the other nation. The Brit was like a father to the younger nation so he felt the crushing disappointment coming his way.

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do. Maybe I can get someone to go home with him.” He finally said after a while. “May I go see him?”

Canada heard footsteps coming towards him and someone touched his hand. It was gentle to the touch yet he jerked away his hand. He still was jumpy from the war and his mind hadn’t grasped that yet. Britain grabbed the other’s hand tightly yet it was still gentle.

“It’s okay. I’m here.” He tried to sound comforting but failed. “They’re sending you home, Canada. I bet you’re happy about that, with all the stuff that has been happening.”

The other man took a deep and shuddering breath. He didn’t want to lie to him but he wanted to comfort him. Maybe he could comfort himself as well, make himself believe that he could be useful away from the frontlines. He knew he couldn’t but…

“Yes, but…” He paused, clenching and unclenching his free fist. “I’ll miss you guys. If this issue doesn’t clear up, I think I might forget what you look like.” Canada chuckled sadly when he said that but Britain just sighed. That caused worry in him.

“Listen, lad, I don’t want to alarm you.”

“W-well, you’re… You’re already alarming me, Britain. Just tell me.”

The other nation wrapped his other hand around his already held hand, like he was trying to comfort the taller nation, which he was. It made Canada feel weird inside.

“Both the nurse and the Doctor agree that you might not ever get your vision back.” He said, choking up. He actually started to cry, scared for Canada and his condition. He looked away, and when he looked back at the other nation, he was staring straight ahead, tears running down his shocked face. Canada looked so heartbroken that Britain felt horrible for telling him. He even felt the urge to hug him and tell him that it’ll be okay.

But, Britain was called away by a young man. He couldn’t stay for long, much less take him home in his own forest countryside.

“I’m sorry.”

~~~~~~~

The Brit sighed in exasperation as a certain American chatted away to his brother, Australia. The meeting of nations hadn’t started yet so this was normal. He couldn’t figure out how to say that Canada would not be joining them anymore and he didn’t know how they would react.

France started off the meeting by congratulating them for making it through another year and welcoming America formally to the war, as the nations couldn’t when he actually showed up in April. It was oddly silent as the American had no quips or jokes. He was there when his own brother went blind a few days back. France glanced at Britain and he sighed. He seemed to be sighing more these past few years, France noted.

“You’re velcome to shpeak, Britainne,” She said. “It iz just us four.”

The other nodded and said, “It’s about Canada. I didn’t know how to say it but…” He took a shaky breath. “He may not see anything ever again.”

A quiet squeak from Ame, a very French gasp from France and a shocked look from Australia. After a short silence, America piped up, voice suddenly shaky.

“What?” He sounded scared. He looked like he wanted to run to the make-shift hospital and hug Canada. Britain nodded sadly.

“Now, before the meeting, I talked to our generals and they agreed to let

 ONE of you guys go home with him.” He continued. “Help with daily chores, shop, stuff like that. And keep his mood up. That’s import-”

“I’ll go.” America interrupted. The nations turned to stare at him. He’d never offer to do something unless there was something in it for him, so it was kind of strange. “I mean, he is my brother after all. He protected me when I was bullied, so I feel this is a way to repay him.”

They kept staring at him before Britain shrugged, “If that’s what you want, that’s okay.” He looked over the small group of nations and glanced at them one by one. “Does anyone contest?” 

No one did.

“Alright Ame, go talk to your General about it. He’ll organise a way back to Canada.” He stood and handed the other something, a dirty piece of paper. Ame read it quickly then nodded understandably. Aussie launched himself over.

“I wanna see!” He yelped. Britain sighed silently. That boy would never change, war or not. He always looked on the positives at all times. And while he was a little chaotic, the group still liked him. Ame backed up and laughed.

“This is not for you!” He chuckled. His face then fell again when he reread the paper. “I have to go get Canada.”

“You are dismissed zen, Amerika.” France said. “Pleaze tell us how he’z doing vhen he'z ‘ome and confortable.“

Ame nodded and left, going into the French trenches. He walked past soldiers waiting to leave the trench to attack, lambs to the slaughter. A few turned to face him and Ame smiled them. 

"Joyeux Noël, soldats!” He said. They smiled back and said the same. Ame crawled out on the opposite side of no man’s land. He wanted to leave with the injured to get to the hospital and he did so. The moans from dying soldiers filled his ears. They must’ve gotten picked up recently. He tried to block out the noise and sleep which was a rare luxury in the trenches. Eventually, he did so. America woke up with someone shaking his shoulder.

~~~~~~

The way back was hard. Canada was freaking out the whole way home, not exactly knowing what was going on. He just knew that he was heading home. Ame was right beside him there the entire time, trying his best to comfort his brother. He wasn’t the best at it but Nada seemed to calm down eventually.

On the train ride back to Ottawa, the two learned what happened. Two boats had crashed in Halifax harbour. One was carrying almost three tons of explosives which levelled six miles of the city. Nada was asleep with his brother’s hand in his. The younger boy noticed that the older one’s hands were shaking, even while sleeping. They were both scared. 

Maybe things would get better.

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how's italy? heard you weren't doing too cool either at the moment

Although the majority of the cabinet (including former Prime Minister Giovanni Giolitti) was firmly against intervention, numerous intellectuals, including Socialist (after 18 October 1914, Benito Mussolini) declared in favour of intervention, which was then mostly supported by the Nationalist and the Liberal parties. Pro-interventionist socialists believed that, once that weapons had been distributed to the people, they could have transformed the war into a revolution.

Later on members of the Cabinet and the King will open discussions with both sides in secret to choose the “best one”, A big mess will come out of it as the King did have the power to declare war , but it was the Parlament that needed to impose taxes to pay said war…

(the Parlament will be forced to agree in the end and Italy will join the war with the Triple Entente with the secret London Pact signed in 26 April 1915)

Apart from the economical and industry being very weak compared to the other European countries , there was also the Pope!

The pope went against the War (Benedict XV declared the neutrality of the Holy See and attempted from that perspective to mediate peace in 1916 and 1917. Both sides rejected his initiatives. German Protestants rejected any "Papal Peace" as insulting.)

Also since the Italian unification and the capture of Rome in 1870, the pope saw himself as a Prisoner in the Vatican, which I find funny

(this pope drama will be solved in 1929 with the Lateran Treaty done by Mussolini)

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I do want you to know that you wrote askbog instead of askblog in the description

Thank you! :D

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Austria, are you and Hungary Austria-Hungary’s parents? Do you treat him like a son?

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Who were the six great powers in ww1?

"The first grouping were the three most powerful states—Great Britain, Germany, and France.

The second grouping were lesser in rank, but remained significant for the period—Austria-Hungary and Russia.

A sixth power was Italy, but this newly unified nation was unpredictable and still suffered from internal problems."

(I see Italy and Germany as friends , since at the time of the Revolution moviments of 1848, both Italy and Germany were cultural regions but not unified national states. )

(painting refelcting this : Italia und Germania - Friedrich Overbeck)