There was a time, long ago, when Wien was the hierarchy of an entire continent. A time where Wien was the inevitable meeting point of all Empires seeking their fortune in the battlegrounds of Central Europe. A time where Austria was independent. That time is gone, never to return. What Suleiman, what Frederick and what Napoleon could not do, one of their own countrymen has done. They have stripped Austria of its sovereignty and its pride and absorbed it in its entirety.

The Anschluss of 1938 made sure that Austria would become one with its brother nation, but it was the totality of German victory in Europe that ensured that no state could ever rise from the fractured Gaus and Wehrkreis that litter the former nation. Time, alongside gargantuan propagandic efforts, has beat the German identity so deeply into the souls of Wien's citizens, that the only thing that the next generation will know is Germany.

In the minds of the Austrian people, there is no such thing as Austria.