[b]Vienna, Austria, Danubian Federation[/b]

"His Imperial Majesty, Emperor of the Danubian Federation, Kaiser Franz Joseph the Second!" Those words bore into his head, before being drowned out by the thunderous applause drowning out all noise across Michaelplatz. He stood on a podium, look down across the thousands of people who had come to hear the speech he had been preparing for far too long.

"My people! Citizens of Vienna and the Federation! For years we have worked together, rebuilding and reforming our great nation into one where all people and religions may live with the same rights and liberties as all others. Though we are still recovering from our economic downturns, the damages of the civil war, and the severe issue with Russian immigration… we must continue to stand strong in the face of these adversities." He proclaimed into the microphones before him, the cool wind moving his hair and tie ever so slightly.

"I, and the Imperial Council, will continue to work with the Principalities across the Federation to tackle their problems individually instead of continuing our broad reforms that only fix a few issues and cause more elsewhere! This will tie in to the "Infrastrukturreparaturge setz" enacted in 1958, allowing us to focus bringing up the Bundesautobahnen to standard everywhere in the Federation. However, to our east in Gallicia-Lodomeria, our people are dealing with a new challenge. The collapse of the Russian Empire has caused turmoil through out their lands, and tens of thousands of people illegally enter the Federation every month. Rape, stealing, and murder are starting to become rampant. I will not tolerate our people being forced to suffer for this, and I am of this moment enacting an Imperial Decree that the Federation's borders are officially closed to all successor states of the Russian Empire and the 'Kommando Militarstreife & Militarpolizei' to be deployed to enforce this."

Several reporters immediately began yelling questions at the Kaiser, their pens scribbling fanatically in their notebooks. "What of the Russian and Ukrainian people that already are inside the Federation? What will be of them?" Asked on of them, with several other reporters vocalizing similar questions of their own.

"All civilians that entered the Federation legally, and have family who are citizens of one of the Principalities, are allowed to remain and live freely in our nation. If they have entered legally but do not have family, they will remain in Galicia-Lodomeria. Otherwise, all others will be deported. Because of this decree, the Federation has now officially declared it's support and recognization of the Ukrainian State as the official state of the Ukrainian people in the collapsed empire."

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[b]Krakau, Galicia-Lodomeria/"Austrian Occupied Poland", Danubian Federation[/b]

It was a quiet morning in Krakau on this day, the sun's rays just barely starting to creep over the horizon to start their job of illuminating the world. A faint mist clung to the damp air, ever trying to reduce visibility. Several people were already up and awake despite the time of day, either on their way to work or conversing on street corners with friends. A group of four men were doing just that, smoking cigarettes and making idle conversation while a young boy walked up to them. 

"Morning Mr. Kus! I have your paper today." He said, his Hungarian Accent already showing despite being quite young himself. 

"Thank you Varga, what tells of the Pawie's today?" The largest man said, taking the paper from the lad and giving him what could best be described as a fatherly head pat.

"The Pawie's and their Szkop's are busy in the eastern city with the Kacap's, who are causing a stir over "rations" or something. I didn't pay much attention about the reasons since I figured it wasn't important." He said, nodding at Kus as he took another drag from his cigarette. Kus would look over to the left, at another member of the group who was just putting out his own cig with his shoe. 

"Looks like my group will have an easy time in the north then, Kus. Need to stay alert though, the Pawie's are stupid but even they'll notice large movements of weaponry no matter how hard I try to hide them. I say we keep avoiding the west of the city. Even if the Szkop's are busy in the east, they still pay more attention in their neighborhoods."

Kus would nod, tossing his own cigarette into the street behind him before turning back to the group. "Just remember to keep everything you write down in Russian or Ukrainian, it'll keep the eyes on the troublemakers and not us if they happen to find out. Alright boys, let's get moving. Cracow and Poland aren't going to liberate themselves without us guiding their way."

Then, in one voice, they all proclaimed "To hell with the Kaisers!"

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[b]Two Hours Later
Eastern Krakau, Galicia-Lodomeria/"Austrian Occupied Poland", Danubian Federation[/b]

"Get moving, back to your designated areas. Move!" Shouted an Austrian MP, who was standing in the back of an old military flatbed. "All Russian Refugees are to move to their designated refugee zone, or you will be arrested!"

Here, the streets were chaotic. Trash and broken glass littered the entire area, let alone all the people. The situation had started to get worse over the past few months, and now MPs were forcing the refugees to move at gunpoint. Many Russians put there hands up whenever one of them came up to him, shouting in German or Czech, depending on their nationality. Many of them simply didn't know what to do most of the time, due to neither party having many speakers of the other's languages. Which led to many Austrians beating Russians down, before handcuffing them and leading them to nearby trucks.

"Oberwachtmeister! Most of the Russians have been moved to their zones or arrested, but a squad Bohemians report that a group of them has holed up in a house, evicting the residents. They're armed too!" Shouted a corporal, running up to the man in the truck. "Wachtmeister Schleibaum, take additional men with you and get them to reinforce the Bohemians. Then, remove those Russians through any means nessecary. Vienna is sick of these inbred wichsers, and wants them dealt with." The Sergeant nodded, and rushed off to gather more men. 

The Czechs were already positioned outside the building, which was a communal housing building on the corner of a less-travelled back street. Some were hunkered down in nearby buildings, rifles aimed at the occupied residence. The Czech sergeant glanced down as his watch, and back at his men, and then at Schleibaum who was approaching with another squad behind him. "Schleibaum! Good, with you here we can storms the building if we must." He said, his thick accent making his German a bit off.

"We're going to have to, the Oberwachtmeister gave us the order to remove those Russians. I want you to provide cover for us should they attempt to resist." He responded, the Czech Sergeant nodding. 

"That won't be a problem, they seem to mostly be hiding. We've tried to get them to peacefully exit but we've had no response."

Schleibaum nodded in return, motioning for his makeshift squad to move towards the building, their boots much louder to his ears as they moved forward. One of the Gefrieters under his command looked around him for a moment once everyone was in position around the door, and quickly forced the door open. The rest of the Squad pouring into the building with their rifles raised.

There were screams almost immediately, dominantly of children as the squad found themselves in a group of unarmed refugees. Elderly, Mothers, Children. The few men who are with them immediately surrendered themselves, and were checked by a couple privates to see if they were armed. "All unarmed, Schleibaum. What do we do?"

"Line them up outside, so we know who to send where."

It took several minutes to coax the elderly out of the building, but eventually they were escorted outside where they were all lined up against a wall. Arranged from youngest to oldest, and separated between sexes. Schleibaum paced down the line, reading the makeshift refugee papers that were issued to all of them. He handed the papers back to all of them, and stood before the children. "Find your mother, then I want you to head to your zones." He said in broken Russian, but thankfully the children seemed to understand and the majority of them left with their mother. "All elderly are free to move to their zones as well, if you need assistance moving, a truck will take you there."

They also nodded, able to gauge through his lack of complete knowledge of what he wanted them to do and they left as well, boarding one of the trucks the MPs had parked for the occasion. Once Schleibaum had seen the children and elderly were away for several minutes, he motioned for the rest of his squad to move up. The only refugees left were three adult males, and a single young male child. "Do you have any parents?" He asked, before nodding slowly as the child shook his head no.

He looked back his squad who had joined him mere moments ago, and returned to speaking German. "Alright, shoot all four of them and be done with this. Make sure they're dead too."