Chapter 287: Let the world keep its silence. I will write history in its pauses.

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The banners still fluttered over Vienna’s Heldenplatz, but beyond the borders of the Reich, the wind had changed. The German annexation of Austria, executed with velvet gloves and diplomatic silence, had caught the continent in a moment between breath and declaration. It was not simply a political maneuver. It was a revelation another display of how quietly, how thoroughly, a sovereign nation could be made to vanish. But the world had seen. And the world had begun to speak. In Whitehall. Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain had received the reports in the early hours. Austrian ministries dissolved. German civil liaisons in place. The military politely stationed, the press reshaped, and the people astonishingly seemingly accepting. Sir Robert Vansittart, the Foreign Office’s Chief Diplomatic Advisor, slammed a folder on the cabinet table. "This is Anschluss in everything but name. They did it without firing a shot. That’s the most dangerous part of all." But Chamberlain was unmoved. He sat, reading the transcripts from Hitler’s speech in Vienna. "We are not amassing a kingdom. We are reuniting a family." He read it twice, lips tightening. By noon, the Prime Minister addressed a specially convened cabinet session. "He has done in Austria what Moreau did in Spain without civil war, without resistance. We cannot claim moral superiority while still patting France on the back for Madrid." Vansittart exploded. "France responded to chaos. Germany has manufactured unity!" But Chamberlain held firm. "Our position must be measured. We will issue a formal objection. We will stress the sanctity of borders. But we will not, I repeat, will not threaten war over a people that has welcomed their new government." Thus, the first strands of what would be called appeasement came into existence. A public statement followed two days later. "His Majesty’s Government views with grave concern the recent developments in Austria and reiterates its support for European stability and national sovereignty. We urge the German Reich to refrain from further unilateral actions which may disturb the peace of our continent." It was diplomatic prose for. You got away with it but no more. Yet behind closed doors, Chamberlain had already instructed the British Ambassador in Berlin to request a meeting with Hitler not to reprimand him, but to understand him. In the Élysée Palace, Moreau sat alone for several hours after the news. The report on his desk was blunt. Austria under German control. No gunfire. No visible opposition. Administrative merger underway. He did not speak to his staff. He did not issue a statement. He simply stared at the map of Europe mounted on the far wall. Spain still bore the red circle of "French stabilization zone." And now Austria marked in gray had changed without permission, without even struggle. The irony was inescapable. He had pioneered this very model intervention by absorption, not war. But now, with Germany repeating the method, France had no moral leverage. To condemn Hitler would be to admit guilt. To object publicly would invite the world to compare the two operations. And yet, doing nothing felt like complicity. But Moreau knew this was inevitable. All he needs is few more months before he can give Germany a reply and by that time Hitler should most probably be in Poland. Later that night, Moreau addressed his inner circle in a private meeting. "He has learned from us. He has refined it. And he has done it faster." His Foreign Minister suggested issuing a statement affirming the "right of people to self-determine." Moreau shook his head. "No one believes that anymore. Not after Barcelona." France, the voice of revolution and liberty for generations, said nothing official for a week. Newspapers filled the void. Le Temps published a scathing editorial: "If Spain was the rehearsal, Austria is the performance. Europe is no longer sovereigns and treaties. It is strongmen and silence." But the Élysée responded not with protests, but with instructions to diplomats, to ambassadors. "Do not engage Berlin directly. Avoid comparisons. Project stability." France had lost the authority to lecture. All it could now do was watch. Benito Mussolini, seated in his Roman villa, poured himself a brandy. He had always suspected Hitler would make a move on Austria. He had opposed it once. But that was in another year, another world. Now, he admired the efficiency of it all. "They took a country with a handshake," he told his son-in-law, Count Ciano. "They took it with a speech," Ciano corrected. Mussolini laughed. "Which is even more dangerous." Italy issued a generic statement welcoming "continued order and brotherhood among Germanic peoples." No more. No less. Behind the scenes, Il Duce was furious that Hitler hadn’t consulted him but secretly thrilled that France now had to keep its mouth shut. He sent a note to Berlin, half-flattering, half-warning. "You have made Europe your audience. But be careful not to make it your chorus." President Franklin D. Roosevelt was in Hyde Park when the telegram arrived. He read it carefully, set it down, and sighed. "The Germans have added another province," he said to Secretary Hull. "Without a war. That’s a first." The United States, still preoccupied with its depression-era recovery, had no appetite for European entanglements. Still, Roosevelt declined to issue a public rebuke. He ordered the embassy in Berlin to maintain close observation. But no sanctions. No withdrawal of ambassadors. A week later, at a press conference, a reporter asked if America condemned the events in Austria. FDR replied. "We are always concerned when borders change without democratic process. But we are more concerned when such changes are met with silence from those nearest to them." A jab at Europe, not Hitler. In the Kremlin, Josef Stalin read the news with a cold smile. Austria absorbed. No war. No retaliation. No alliances moving. He summoned Molotov. "Hitler’s done it. And no one moved." Molotov nodded. "France is compromised. Britain is cautious. The rest are cowards." "Or clever," Stalin replied. He tapped the map. "If Germany moves east next, it could mean war. But if he keeps his appetite toward the west... perhaps we can let him chew." Moscow issued no formal statement. Privately, Soviet analysts were instructed to review Germany’s integration methods propaganda, bureaucracy, cultural manipulation. Stalin didn’t admire Hitler. But he respected results. He scribbled a note in the margin of the Anschluss report. "Revolution does not always need red banners. Sometimes it arrives with ballots and symphonies." In Prague, the Czechoslovak government was on high alert. If Austria could disappear overnight, what of the Sudetenland? A confidential memo from the Czech Prime Minister read. "We cannot trust in borders. Only in readiness." Military mobilization was discussed, but quickly dismissed. In Warsaw, Poland expressed concern but avoided direct language. The German-Polish Non-Aggression Pact still held, and the Poles had no intention of testing Berlin’s patience. Belgium, the Netherlands, and the Scandinavian nations issued soft-worded appeals for peace and "respect for international agreements." None had the muscle to do more. Switzerland reasserted neutrality. And in the Balkans, leaders exchanged nervous letters, unsure if Hitler’s "homecoming" rhetoric would one day include their lands too. Newspapers across Europe carried headlines in bold type. "AUSTRIA JOINS THE REICH – PEACEFULLY" "GERMANY’S MOVE STUNS THE WEST" "NO SHOTS FIRED – ONLY FLAGS RAISED" In the editorial columns, opinions diverged. Some praised the efficiency, the bloodless transition. Others warned that silence today would mean fire tomorrow. A French columnist for L’Illustration wrote: "Europe is not watching a war. It is watching a tutorial." In Britain, The Times wrote. "The real conquest was not of land, but of expectation." Back in Vienna, life seemed unchanged. Shops opened. Trains ran. School bells rang. But in conversations behind closed doors, people whispered. "Is this permanent?" "What happens next?" "Are we truly part of Germany now?" And beneath the surface, another feeling stirred, exhaustion. After years of economic pain, political chaos, and ideological conflict, many Austrians simply welcomed stability even if it came in another nation’s name. A Jewish family in Leopoldstadt packed bags quietly. A socialist professor gave his final lecture and did not return. But many others ordinary workers, clerks, farmers exhaled. At least the world hadn’t burned. Not yet. And In Berlin... Hitler read every dispatch. Every editorial. Every foreign ministry’s reaction. When Göring entered the room with a bundle of reports, Hitler waved him off. "I’ve read them," he said. "And?" "No one stopped us." "They all objected." "Yes," Hitler nodded. "And then they did nothing." He stood and looked out the window. "France taught the world a new game. I have learned its rules better than they have." Göring grinned. "What’s next?" Hitler didn’t answer. Not directly. Instead, he murmured. "Europe doesn’t fear war anymore. They fear disorder. So I will give them ordernand take what I wish in return." He turned back to the desk. "Let the world keep its silence. I will write history in its pauses." And so, Austria was gone. Not in flames. Not in conquest. But in papers, broadcasts, and the stillness of a continent unwilling to speak too loudly. The Reich had moved once. And the world had blinked. What would happen when it moved again?

Chapter 287: Let the world keep its silence. I will write history in its pauses.

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