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Flowers for Balaton, An Axis Powers Hetalia/RDNA-verse Fanfiction

(Chapter 1: Yours Truly, 2023)

Central London, United Kingdom, early March, 2023

"Everything is so different…" Marcus sighed as he read a copy of The Vanishing Shadows. The sounds of some Pre-Doomsday rock music blaring from the old stereo system in his rather spacious apartment. Ever since he'd joined the Agency a few months ago, he was still trying to get used to the differences in technology that many of his fellow Agents were quite used to. Thankfully his apartment was modelled to resemble something from his timeline. Books of almost every subject were piled high beside numerous shelves that were full of old CDs and cassette tapes, among other things...

A knock on the door broke his concentration. "Cthulhu can wait…" he sighed as he got off the couch and walked over to the door. He opened the door to a young woman holding a box of pizza. "Here's your order, sir" the woman handed him the box, getting a few ten pound notes in return. "Danke…" he smiled as he shut the door. A flash of light coming from his bedroom caught his interest. "How many times have I told him to-"

"Sorry about that, I had to go meet a few higher ups…" Claude then laid eyes on a not-so-happy Marcus. "Try to tell me that you're coming over next time. Oh, and use the front door…." The Prussian deadpanned before continuing in crisp, unwavering British English. "I got some pizza, otherwise there's some curry from last night in the fridge…"

"Sorry... I'm guessing that you've done some more reading about this place" Claude looked over to the desk that was in the corner of the room. Books and various other things were piled on top of it, obstructing a computer that was practically buried under all of it. "That's a definite yes…"

"One month out of training and I'm sent here, only to be told that I'm not assigned to do anything, yet…" Marcus sighed. "Although I've been told that I'll get sent the Neu Wein soon…" Claude looked at his friend with sympathy. He was well out of his element, it would take some time for him to get used to all the differences in the technology and social norms. He'd heard a few reports of him nearly being arrested or a few times due to his snarky demeanour.

"This place reminds me of Pre-Doomsday Britain or at least from what I could gather from old photos… But it's a bit more depressing." Marcus looked out the window, the Palace of Westminster could be seen on a clear day, but with the rain and fog, it was barely visible. Until he was to be given an assignment by the higher ups, he was in deep cover as a university student. Despite not liking the idea of going through more boring lectures, it was aiding him with learning about what the hell was going on in this universe…

"I was hoping that you might want to have something to eat, seeing that you're here now…" Marcus smiled; he was in the mood for a drink or two with one of his fellow operatives. Claude nodded. "Sure."

-0-

Marcus slowly sipped his glass of Cola, some of the medical staff back at the Hub told him to lay off the whiskey, which he did, albeit quite reluctantly. "So… How's Lina been?" Claude looked at Marcus as he was fidgeting with his fork. "She's fine and still working with the League. Vasch has been pretty lenient lately… Although, you do know her family after all, being born of nobility and such…" "Being distantly related to the Bonaparte's surely has its perks…" he continued to sip his drink as Claude ate some of the pizza.

"I heard about some of the incidents that happened to you" Claude looked at Marcus as he finished his glass. "I got called a Kraut by a bunch of racists; I was drunk at the time, so I nearly ended up punching one of the wankers in the face. Thankfully the one of the officers was sympathetic towards me and just let me off with a warning…" he sighed.

Claude looked at Marcus with a sympathetic smile "You have to get used to that kind of thing when you're in America as well. Although I've heard some of the treatment that the Agents in the Reactionary nations have received is far worse."

"Point taken… But keeping my sanity is the hardest part, with that crazy bitch inhabiting my head…" Marcus muttered "I have the sedatives, don't worry" Claude gave Marcus a reassuring look as he continued to eat his food.

"I wish that they sent me somewhere else…" Marcus gloomily muttered. "It's about the Reds, isn't it…?" Claude looked at Marcus as he noticed something was a bit off with his subordinate. "They must die… All of them… They. Must. Die…" Marcus's voice changed to an alluring female voice.

Marcus felt his hands move towards his holster that was hidden underneath his jacket. "Nein… Roza, bitte, stop…" Marcus tried to regain control of his body from the malevolent presence, but to no avail. Marcus heard the voice taunting him as he tried to control his body, knowing that at any moment he could harm Claude. He managed to regain control as he yelled "Claude… Sedate me, NOW!" Marcus felt a stinging sensation as he noticed that the darkness was taking over…

Meanwhile…

"Awww, I just wanted to have some fun…" Roza giggled, she looked at her current body with a malevolent grin. Marcus looked at her with disdain. "You really want to make my life hell, don't you?" She looked at him with a less-than-sane expression. "You know why, I want my revenge, and I WILL have it…"

"You're one crazy bint…" Marcus glared at the woman. The Hungarian's eyes suddenly changed from a light blue to a blood-red colour. "Crazy, you say? I'll show you crazy!" Marcus was taken aback when he felt the woman's full weight pin him to the ground. She grinned manically as she pulled out a small rusted combat knife from a sheath on her belt.

"What to do to you… Hmmm…" the woman grinned as she began to trace an outline on Marcus's chest with the weapon. "This might sting a little…" She proceeded to tear off Marcus's shirt and jacket. She looked at his well-maintained body. "Too bad that your lover isn't around to see this…"

Roza then started to carve a few short lines into Marcus' chest, making him wince in pain. "What's wrong~? Can't handle a few cuts~?" she teased him; Marcus didn't give a response, or at least an audible one.

Roza continued to carve deeper and deeper cuts into Marcus' body, Roza seemed to enjoy torturing her current body, even though the wounds would be temporary, she made sure that Marcus would feel every last slice.

Marcus was strangely calm during the whole ordeal; he knew that it was only a dream, but the fear of waking up with numerous fatal cuts was still there. "Hopefully Claude would know what to do with my body…" Marcus sighed as he continued to feel his chest being carved up with the insane woman that was on top of him.

"Bitte, Marcus, wake up!" Marcus was taken by surprise as he heard Claude's voice. Who knows how long he was knocked out for, probably for a few hours... Roza grinned as she stopped cutting Marcus. "It seems that someone wants you to wake up…" The Hungarian held the knife above Marcus's heart, looking deep into her captor's eyes "See you later…" Marcus attempted to reach out to her neck and strangle her as he felt the knife plunge into his chest, knocking him out cold…
-0-

"Marcus!" Claude shook his subordinate; he was probably still sedated… "Don't leave me… Lina… bitte!" Claude was about to leave Marcus on the couch as he heard his outburst. "You're awake… Good…" Marcus slowly sat up, still reeling from the torture that he'd gone through.

"Mein gott…" Marcus sighed, covering his face with his hands. Claude sat next to him, putting his hand on Marcus's shoulder. "It's going to be fine; we'll find a way to get through this…" "Ja… I hope so…"

-0-

"You shouldn't have done that, Roza…" Maximillian glared at his counterpart showing, who was strangely showing a few signs of sanity. "You know I can't control my urges…" the Hungarian sighed. "I want to stop it, but they just keep taking over…"

"I know that the Uprising was what made you into what you were, but why do you have to make Marcus your plaything? Can't you just let it-" "I'VE HAD ENOUGH! HE CAN BE MY PUPPET! You're not going to stop me, are you…?" Roza grinned, having snapped again. Maximillian could only sigh as he watched Roza silently walk away.

"Bitte, keep it together, for our sake, and his…"