A still night, like the endless nights before and after, different only in that it marked the beginning
in a new year, and a new beginning for a nation. As Ninteen-Hundred-and-Thirty-Six was thrust
into being, the seed of change was sown. An invisible purpose and power slipped through a
This is my first AAR, so please bear with me if I do something stupid (I'm good at that). I got to
know my way around HoI3 and when I found the sheer depths of AARs, I figured I'd have to do
one myself. I felt they worked well when a minor nation was led to greatness and, feeling
South-Eastern Europe-y after reading a Greek AAR, decided with Hungary. On with the show!
Our nation was weak. Our soldiers few and ill-equipped. Our factories archaic. Our technology
outdated. Our economy tottering. Our lands few. Yet we dreamed, yearned for greatness.
The greatness that was ours since we rode, in terrible hordes, through to the rich grounds of the
West. There was more land than double our number would have needed, more gold than in all
the chests of Byzantium, and our name... our name lived all through Europe... a name of power.
So we would rebuild. Immediately, we began to strengthen oursleves. The government met and
decided our first target, the first trophy of our golden age. The weak and fractured collection of
nations called Yugoslavia. They were larger than us, with a larger army, too, but in this lay their
weakness. They did not expect war from their impoverished northern neighbours. Their forces
were likely guarding the Italian frontier, or perhaps the Greek border. We could sweep through;
To Ljubjana within four days, to Zagreb within two. The real challenge would be the push, first
through planes, and then through the central mountains, to Beograd. If we were stopped there,
victory would become almost unattainable.
But that was a long way away. Immediately after Yugoslavia was agreed as a target, our
researchers set to work. Although the Westerners had researched these things years before, we
had still lived in ignorance. Now this would change. We steadily improved our heavy industry,
our efficiency in our factories and our production capacity. Meanwhile, in what little factories we
already had, we built weapons.
As time flew by and winter turned to spring, our coffers filled with trade. Our storehouses
recieved shipments of rarer produce, and exported vast quantities of plentiful goods. Our
technological advancement surged ahead; we began improving our coal mining, our production of
the necessary rare chemicals our factories needed. Soon, we began upgrades to our industry.
They would be slow, but much needed.
By June, our previously stumbling economy was stabilised, our production surging ahead and even
the first of a series of new divisions was assembled and deployed at the Yugoslav border. The
days rushed past us, for we were young and jubilant in our work, we were making our nation
great once more, and we knew we were the men to do it. Every one of us, whether with a
rifle, hoe, or pickaxe in his hand, knew he was doing his duty to Hungary, to our leader, in
Budapest, Miklós Horthy.
Throughout the year, all our available spies had been assigned two duties. Either they would
work at home, readying our people for war, giving them confidence inour superiority, or they
would travel to Yugoslavia, there to do all they could to make the Balkan giant as threatening as
possible. Many lost their lives in Yugoslavia, but they accomplished their task well enough, war
could begin sooner, due to their sacrifice.
In the dying months of the year, our people made a decision. A decision that will shape the fate
of our nation. The Germans, often our trade partners and accepting of our ambitions, extended
a great honour towards us. We would stand side by side with them, against all others who
would challenge us. We accepted, glad to have brothers in combat.
They were glorious days. Even as summer faded to autumn and even winter, our hope
flourished and bloomed. We were strong. We would be ready. Ready for our genesis.