A/N: Here's chapter 2 of Flowers for Balaton! This chapter goes to some dark places, and gets a bit violent, you have been warned! This story takes place about an hour or so after the Prologue. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Flowers for Balaton, An Axis Powers Hetalia/1983: Doomsday Fanfiction

(Chapter 2: A Shattered Woman)

Port Elizabeth, New Britain, August 2015.

"Ich liebe dich~~" Lina smiled as she gave her lover a kiss on the lips. The events that had taken place a few hours prior were nothing but normal. Frankie had collapsed onto the couch, leaving Marcus and Lina to occupy her bed for the night. The trio had left Alice at the tavern with her assistant, Smith, who'd politely refused Frankie's offer of staying the night with them.

"You're such a beautiful woman…" Marcus smiled, holding Lina in his arms; at least he was the one on top this time… "Oh stop it you~ You flatter me too much" The young woman smiled, kissing her lover on the neck. Marcus sighed for a moment, hearing the easily recognizable voice going through his head, still mocking him, trying to drive him to the edge of insanity. Lina then interrupted Marcus from his thoughts with a simple question that would probably need a complex answer, "Marcus..? Are you alright?"

Meanwhile…

"Vader… Geen…" Alice Kirkland awoke in the same familiar place, the strangely intact building that was Buckingham Palace. The building was buzzing with activity, various military officials and royals were running through the halls of the once great palace, something big was happening.

"Glad to see that you're still alive, Alice…" a familiar voice took Alice by surprise; she turned around to the face of the person she wanted to see the least of. "It's nice to see you too, father…" Alice grumbled. "Don't you want to give your dear old Dad a hug?" the thick-eyebrowed Englishman chuckled, but his smile suddenly went away as she noticed the look on his daughter's. "I saw you outside the bar; shouldn't you be haunting your brothers?" the Afrikaner gave her father a disproving look.

"I'm sorry that I haven't been able to see you…" England sighed, knowing that he'd been forgetting about his daughter. "Sorry!? Is that all you have to say to me?" Alice glared at England. "Alice, please-" "I don't to hear anything from you!" the Nation snapped, "Ever since you passed away, it's never been the same! That stupid fucking cult has been doing a good job at making you look like a God!"

"It was never meant to be like this…" Arthur sighed "I didn't want you to remember me like this… Not as some kind of fucked up deity…"

-0-

"She's been messing with you again, hasn't she…?" Lina looked at Marcus as he tried to stop himself from having another break down. "We can go through this, together…" "Ja… Hopefully…" Marcus sighed as he covered his face with his hands, silently sobbing as Lina put her arm around his neck.

"Shhh… Lieben…" Lina sighed, not noticing that Marcus had stopped sobbing… Lina was then taken by surprise when she felt Marcus forcefully pin her to the bed. "Shut it, you Schweizer whore!" he snapped "You can't help him now… He's too weak to control this body…" said a mocking voice in an alluring Hungarian accent.

"You…" Lina looked in Marcus's eyes, having turned into a dark red hue. "It's nice that we can meet face to face" she gave her possessed boyfriend a cocky smile before delivering a forceful kick to his groin, making him flinch for a moment, giving Lina enough time to grab Marcus's head and smash it against the wall, knocking him out cold. "I'm so sorry about this, mein lieben…"

Frankie walked into the room as Lina picked up Marcus and put him onto the bed. "What… happened?" she yawned as she laid eyes on Marcus, who'd managed to sustain a bruise on his forehead. "Mein gott…" she sighed. "I hope you weren't being too rough with him…"

Lina rolled her eyes at Frankie's comment before replying. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you…" Lina looked at her as she walked out of the room to grab an icepack from the freezer. "Try me, Frau Worth. I've met a personified Nation for heaven's sake!" Frankie crossed her arms, leaving Lina to stop as she looked at her and say, "Ever heard of the concept of reincarnation?"

Sometime later…

"He's a WHAT!?" Frankie tried to keep her voice down as she looked at Lina with bewilderment,. "Are you saying that my cousin is some kind of immortal being… How am I not surprised…" she sighed. "It's a bit more complicated than that, although Marcus might be able to explain it better than I could…"

Frankie sighed as she put her hand on Marcus's forehead, noticing that he was wincing in pain. "Is he going to be ok…?" she looked at Lina, hoping that her cousin was ok, wondering what was happening to him. "I hope so…" Lina sighed. "Bly sterk, neef…" Frankie muttered to herself as she watched Marcus writhe around in pain.

"It's ok, mein lieben…" Lina squeezed Marcus's hand as he continued to sleep. She sighed as she kissed him on the forehead, making Marcus much more clam than he was a moment ago. Lina got off the bed, leaving her lover to sleep soundly.

"Is he going to be ok?" Frankie looked at Lina as Marcus continued to sleep quietly, not knowing if he could have another outburst. "He's going to be ok… I think…" "I bloody hope so…" Frankie muttered under her breath, looking at her sleeping cousin as she walked out of the room with Lina, noticing that Marcus had started to move again…

-0-

Budapest, People's Republic of Hungary, October 1956

"Just keep running… Just keep running!" The loud screams and explosions were the only thing that the young Hungarian could hear. The echoing voices of her Soviet pursuers her getting closer and closer the more exhausted she became, hoping that they would give her a quick death, if she was unlucky enough to be caught…

Roza darted into the ruins of a small house, the home had probably belonged to a young family, but that didn't matter now, survival was the only thing on her mind. The young woman went through the ruined house, searching for food or a better weapon to defend herself with. She picked up an old combat knife and found a few cans of food, which she avoided. Roza then became aware of the voice of a young Ukrainian male walking towards the house; she crept over to the door and hid in the shadows that were being cast by the fires of a nearby burning building. The young man walked into the house, looking around for any rebellious Hungarians to put down.

Roza held the knife in her hands, thinking that if she were to be found, she might as well just be dead, she didn't want to be violated by the infamous Red Army... A voice echoed in her head, telling her to let her primal instincts take over. "Do it… Kill him…" the malevolent presence echoed through her subconsciousness.

Roza gripped the knife in her right hand and slowly crept up behind the man, putting the knife against his throat. "Shhhh…. It's going to be over soon…" She grinned as she slammed him against the wall. Roza held the blade close to the young man's throat, grinning manically as she pressed the blade deep into his neck.

"Mert az én népem…" she whispered in his ear. Those were the last words that he would ever hear. Roza could barely stifle an insane laugh as she watched the now-deceased man's blood spurt across her face as she brutally stabbed the young man's throat an innumerable amount of times.

The dead Ukrainian's body slumped to the ground, still bleeding heavily from the fatal wound in his neck; Roza went through the man's belongings, grabbing a sheath for her new weapon and some ammunition for her rifle. She felt an inner conflict within her now fractured consciousness. "You're a trained killer… The perfect killer" a sadistic voice said, while another one yelled back "You're better than this! You can fight her! Fight the madness within you!"

"Nem… I don't want too!" Roza held her head as the two conflicting personalities fought to see who would eventually take control of the young, fractured woman. Roza was too busy trying to stave off the arguing voices in her head to hear the voice of a fellow Magyar running towards her. "Roza!"

"Elizaveta…?" Roza turned around, her face covered in blood and tears; one of her eyes was twitching as the Personification walked over to the woman, trying to keep her sanity. Hungary held her fellow Hungarian tightly, knowing that something was wrong with her. "You're one of them…" Roza looked at the Nation with a look of confusion "One of wha- mpphh!" Roza was suddenly quietened when Hungary's hand went over the woman's mouth, muffling the rest of her response as the shouting from what sounded like a group of Soviet soldiers got louder. "We gotta get out of here…"

"Follow me…" Elizaveta signalled to Roza as she began to sneak out of the ruined house. The pair quickly ran towards another abandoned building. The defaced flags of the People's Republic hung defiantly from the damaged façades of a few of the nearby buildings, with the pounding of artillery and gunfire slowly grew louder, as did the voices of the pair's pursers…

"Find them! Find the traitors!" Roza heard the Communist troops bark out their orders; it seemed that they were starting to lose their pursuers…

"Pochemu privet , Vengriy ..." Hungary froze, possibly out of pure terror, she feared that the owner of that familiar voice would catch up to her eventually… Roza looked at Hungary with a similar look; know that they might suffer a fate worse than death…

"Örülök, hogy látlak ... Oroszország…"