Contemplating over the things that have passed long ago seemed like an unwise venture, now that he thought about it closely. Perhaps keeping himself calm and collected was the smarter route to take, considering where he found himself at that particular moment, though he could not help it. His thoughts kept wandering to his childhood, when he was merely a little boy, enjoying the amused gazes his parents sent in his direction as he played some childish games with Tomislav and Andrej
[1], his beloved brothers who still carried the flame of all the memories each time he saw them in the present. And it hurts. Being a naive ten-year-old who didn't know any better, he felt as if a brick wall had descended on his tiny shaking form upon receiving the news of that godforsaken car ride in Marseille...
He clearly remembers air being knocked out of his lungs as his mother spoke almost incomprehensibly through tears, barely above a whisper, and his world crashing down afterwards. His father had passed too early, leaving him and his brothers to struggle to find their rightful place in the world without one of their parents. Despite uncle Paul and his mother trying to counsel him at every step of the way, it still did not feel the same. He missed Father, but he also understood that his legacy would live on so long as he accomplished at least the modicum of his father's achievements. He was called the Unifier (
Ujedinitelj) after all, and the young king was aware that now, without even a piece of land under his control, the similarities between his and Father's own position in 1915 grew ever more apparent, and the fiery desire for proving himself, both to his late father and to his people, burned deep inside his loins with each new return to reality.
Minister Jovanović advised to openly announce his arrival to the United States of America, in order to make his existence known to the American people, and so he did
[2]. He knew that with all the attention aimed at him, he had to make the most out of his time spent with President Roosevelt. In his speech before Congress, Peter II stressed Yugoslavia's importance to the USA in the post-war world order and insisted on avenging the embarrassing defeat of his nation due to Croat betrayal that had occurred almost immediately after the Bombing of Belgrade. Whilst such passionate, perhaps even phobic rhetoric might've possessed a harsh veneer of strong self-righteousness if spoken by an older man, much of it came off as mere dramatic ramblings of an angered teenager, much to the chagrin of congressmen present for the speech, who ended Peter's fifteen minutes of fame with an awkward applause. The young King played back the delivery in his mind, at points regretting some of his chosen words to describe almost a fourth of his traitorous constituency before quickly reminding himself that Father had done the same during his reign, and so will the loyal Son.
King Peter II (center of the rostrum) addresses the House of Representatives in the company of Sam Rayburn (right of center), 43rd Speaker of the House
Then also came the issue of marriage. Despite being only eighteen, the young man was more than aware of the need to seal the pact with someone who would bring more than enough support to his harried cause. Much of the royalty escaped Western Europe once the Nazis invaded, allowing the torchbearer of the Karađorđević dynasty some semblance of choice in the matter of deciding who he would receive significant help from as well as bear him his heirs to the Yugoslav throne he was about to restore. His first choice was
Princess Alexandra of Greece and Denmark whom he met in April 1942, though he was advised not to continue his meetings with her by
Minister Jovanović and especially his mother,
Queen Maria, who warned Peter that having a leader marry during a national emergency would cause immense backlash, according to Serbian tradition, thinking it may show the royals as out of touch with the distressed commoners. The young King, already wary of the men he blindly placed his trust in, decided to heed his few remaining allies' warnings, and broke all contact with the princess
[3]. Luckily for the royal Yugoslav family, a sudden, wholly positive event after a series of unfortunate happenings allowed Peter to compensate for the loss after a chance encounter with
Princess Elisabeth, second daughter of the
Grand Duchess of Luxembourg, shortly after one of his rare few meetings with Premier Churchill in the King's capital. As late night walks began to be counted in fortnights, then weeks, then months, a realization dawned on Peter one starry night in early July as he observed the papers of a potential Greek-Yugoslav post-war confederation he grew distant from with each new day –
she is the one. Despite being forbidden from proposing, his heavy heart could still be soothed with the fact that, upon revealing the situation to her, she replied that she would wait for him, her words illuminated with honesty and earnestness.
Unfortunately, he could rest only for a moment.
„A sight most peculiar, wouldn't you say?“
Peter looked like a deer caught in the headlights as he looked up at the other occupant of the room whose words retrieved his jumbled thoughts back to reality. Franklin Delano Roosevelt's rigid figure stood close to the White House windows, peeking through the minuscule space in order to observe some thing or the other happening outside. His sturdy, untouchable posture made the President of the United States resemble a natural leader, an Atlas bearing the weight of the world on his dog-tired shoulders, a duty he was dead-set on fulfilling after the horrors of December 1941.
„Pardon me, Mister President?“
„Come.“
He beckoned with a cautious move of his hand, and Peter obliged. Much as he would have preferred to remain seated and continue attempting to convince Roosevelt to throw his weight behind the Yugoslav throne, Peter knew better than to refuse his ally's offer, and with curiosity poking his insides, he stood up and joined Roosevelt by his side, peering through the small slit where light passed into the Oval Office. Not seeing much at first, his sight was quickly directed by Roosevelt's index finger.
In the distance, a large crowd had assembled outside the fences that closed off the Executive Mansion from the remainder of Washington DC. None of them seemed all that pleased about the King's publicized visit to America, if hundreds of resentful protest signs waving in the gentle summer breeze were anything to go by. „
Death to Yugoslavia“, „
Save the Croats, Mr. President“, „
Shame on Yugoslavia“ written in both English and Croatian, and at least a couple dozen large pieces of carton attached to wooden sticks that had his kingly name overwritten with a menacing red X. It seemed obvious to him –
they were out for blood. He felt ice beginning to flow through his veins as his throat ran dry with anger. Roosevelt noticed his contracted pupils, and decided to close the blinds and allow the pleasant darkness to engulf the increasingly constrictive office.
„K-k---…“
„What is it, Your Majesty?“
„Disperse them, please.“
„I am afraid that cannot be done.“
„Why?!“
„There were--- are no transgressions made by the protesters that would warrant such a rushed response.“
„They are Axis spies! All of them! They demand of you to recognize their little fascist wet dream all the while they destroy the equitable order your own man built not even three decades ago!“
„With all due respect, but if such a thing were to occur on American soil, they shall be dealt with accordingly. Insofar as this protest goes, it is conducted fairly and obediently to our own laws, therefore I shall merely let it pass quietly.“
Indeed, FDR was right in his calm, measured response. The protest, whose organization began with the public announcement of Peter's American tour in mid-June, started early on
Tuesday, July 21 with the assembly of fifty protesters at 7 AM, though by 4 PM there were about
twelve hundred protesters gathered in front of the White House, chanting the Croatian national anthem and combining it with many native insults aimed at Peter II and the former Yugoslav regime. According to some sources, the American Croats of the
Croatian Fraternal Union [4] funded the train tickets for some people from as far as California, though the vast majority of the men, women and children carrying the signs were either from Pittsburgh
[5] or from the American capital itself.
„I must have my nation back.“
„I understand, Your Majesty, but my people need to keep their focus on the Japanese before anything else. We have already promised to commit our forces to North Africa soon in order to send the Germans and the Italians into the Mediterranean Sea where they belong, but before we take back Europe, we must gauge our people's fighting ability, and there is no better nor more fitting testing ground than the sands of Africa.“
Stalling – not an honorable tactic by any means, as grouchy Churchill would say, but it will have to do to calm the young royal for now. He knew not what was to happen to post-war Europe, especially since the British Prime Minister had his own grand, idealistic visions of what was to happen, though he seemed as unsure of what he was saying as his own thoughts were, so much was still left up in the air.
Peter seemed on the verge of hyperventilating, but FDR's offer of a cigar and a glass of water helped calm him down, and he remained in the White House until the crowd dispersed and it was deemed
safe for him to leave. It was an arduous process, and during the night, as everyone slowly left for their homes after one final folk song about some rising Ban or the other
[6], Peter played back his trip to New York that happened a few days ago.
One group of protesters in front of the White House, July 21, 1942
Not surprising at all, he thought to himself as he observed the old man's apartment, the entire scene reminding him of all those American films where a mad, strangely-accented scientist's lab attacks the watcher's eyes with kooky goings-on and eccentric details. Not a particle of dust could be seen, either in the air or on the numerous surfaces
[7] across the suitably decorated apartment. The numerous unconventionalities still did not prevent Peter from concluding that quantity, indeed, was far from being the same as quality, as one of his advisors noted in passing, „This man does not have a penny to his name…“, remarking that many of the things found positioned across the scientist's apartment could be found in New York's flea markets, all worn with years, possibly decades of use.
The reasons for visiting Room 3327 of the New Yorker Hotel were innumerable, though the one that was considered most urgent by the exiled Yugoslav government was the need for political recognition of their cause by non-political and non-military persons alike, and what better candidate could Slobodan Jovanović decide on than
the man himself – Nikola Tesla. A living legend by now, stories of the Smiljan-born man's achievements were plentiful, his reach history extending well into his eighth decade on this planet. The whole world bowed to Tesla as a sign of respect for all the inventions he had provided for its inhabitants, but all the embroidered words of lionization would have been lost to anyone who had the displeasure of seeing the man at eighty-six years of age for the first time.
Silver hair and a frighteningly thin frame hidden almost completely beneath his simple black coat, his aquiline nose was centered beneath two eyes that Peter felt pain for each time he looked deep into them. Years of betrayal, false promises and arduous work took their toll on the old man, his light blue orbs
[8] screaming the fact to everyone who gazed into them. Fortunately for the young exile, the mere fact that Tesla, despite his well-known pro-hygienic obsessions, declared that shaking hands with him is allowed, gave an assuring sign that things would proceed smoothly from then on. And they certainly did, as well as the visit to Mihajlo Pupin's
[9] room at Columbia University and Roosevelt's mention of minor Lend-Lease aid about to be sent to Minister Mihailović in occupied Yugoslavia by the end of the year.
Most of the meeting was a blur in the mind of the King, his nerves simply getting the better of him at the exciting prospects of finally conversing with the most famous living Serbian man, thus he could hardly remember the exact words that were exchanged almost two weeks back. All he recalled were showers of praise raining down onto his cause and all the people who stood behind him, and he more than welcomed the change in comparison to seemingly disinterested Roosevelt and Churchill.
Peter was more than hopeful, because if a man of Tesla's stature, one who had gone through so much suffering, backstabbing and enmity from everyone around him, managed to so eagerly assert his words in support of the young Karađorđević, then surely there was no fault to everything that the royal espoused. Or so he thought. Immediately after leaving Tesla's apartment, photos with the King, the scientist and members of the Jovanović cabinet were widely publicized in all pro-Yugoslav diaspora newspapers and publications, giving Peter II additional faith in what he hoped would be a post-war Yugoslavia with him at the helm, and all its internal enemies thoroughly taken care of, with force if necessary.
After the protesters dispersed, Peter took the first chance for catching up on his sleep, and as he dozed off in his hotel room in Washington, Tesla's words, some more exaggerated than others, followed his troublous path to unsure dreams filled with invasions, guerillas, shrewd politicians and heaps of bloodshed.
„I am certain that you would grow up to be a great ruler…“
„I am proud to be a Serb and a Yugoslav…“
„Our people must not perish…“
„I cannot wait to live to see the moment when you finally come back to a liberated Yugoslavia…“
„Preserve our unity…“
„Guard Yugoslavia…“ [10]
And so he shall.
Nikola Tesla (left) moments after his handshake with King Peter II (right)
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[1] In an attempt to strengthen Yugoslav unity, King Alexander I chose for all his sons to be born in a different country of Yugoslavia. Firstborn Peter (named after Alexander's father) was born in Belgrade (Serbia), secondborn Tomislav (named after the first King of Croatia) was planned to be born in Zagreb, but bad weather prevented it, so he was born in Belgrade as well, while thirdborn Prince Andrew was born in Bled (Slovenia).
[2] IOTL Peter entered the United States unannounced, if this
Serbianna article is to be believed, but ITTL he has decided to publicize every single movement of his in order to bolster his image, both in the eyes of the Western Allies as well as the Yugoslav diaspora whose funds will be more than helpful if Peter is to retake Yugoslavia.
[3] IOTL the King did not listen to his advisors, and news of the engagement produced outrage in Peter's homeland, leading to his reputation taking a major hit. ITTL, knowing full well that he has to be careful after Maček turned almost a third of the nation against him, decides to break contact with the Princess, thus the OTL marriage never comes to pass.
[4] Hrvatska bratska zajednica (HBZ) is the oldest as well as largest fraternal benefit society of North American Croats whose headquarters are located in Pittsburgh, PA. Founded in 1894, its main goal, from its inception to today, is the preservation of Croatian culture in North America.
[5] One of the areas in the US with the largest Croat population.
[6] Referencing the patriotic song Rise, Ban (
Ustani, bane) that yearns for the return of a Croat as skilled and as glorious as Ban Jelačić. Interestingly enough, despite being one of the most popular patriotic songs in Croatia, it was written by Ognjeslav Utješinović Ostrožinski, Croatian Serb writer, politician and participant of Gaj's Illyrian movement.
[7] Tesla was a notorious germaphobe, fearing all types of uncleanliness, as shown by his tendency to always wash his hands three times in a row (part of his rather specific obsession with the number three).
[8] According to Tesla, years upon years of intense brain usage changed his eye color from dark blue to lighter shades, though there is no scientific evidence to back up his claim.
[9] Most likely the second most famous Serbian inventor of all time, right after Tesla. His numerous patents are included on this
list.
[10] Tesla's actual words, at least according to King Peter II himself, who quoted Tesla's words in his diaries
A King's Heritage.