Flowers for Balaton, An Axis Power Hetalia/1983: Doomsday Fanfiction
(Chapter 4: Remember Me…)
Budapest, People's Republic of Hungary, October 1956
"Örülök, hogy látlak... Oroszország…"
Hungary sneered out of grim determination at the imposing figure standing before her and Roza. "It seems that your little streak of independence is over…" the Russian accented personification gave the pair a cold, unfeeling grin as he walked closer towards them, brandishing a Kalashnikov that was armed with a deadly bayonet…
You should return to your fellow Warsaw Pact nations, I've already broken most of them… And I will now break you…"
The cold, grinning nation known as Ivan Braginisky, or to others, Russia advanced towards Hungary. Elizaveta was frozen in pure terror as Ivan attempted to impale her on the bayonet; Hungary dodged him at the last minute, knowing that he could easily overpower her.
"Your revolutionaries don't stand a chance against the might of the workers!" the Russian continued to stab his bayonet at the rebellious Hungarian, who was dodging every strike, while attempting to shoot Ivan with her own FEG 37M pistol. Roza was also dodging Ivan's stabbing, quickly darting around him and all the while hearing the voices argue in her head for dominance…
Hungary tried her hardest to match up to her opponent, but it was nearly impossible to hold her own against Russia, his indomitable strength had matched her stamina and ferocity, but it would only be a matter of time when the bayonet would finally hit its target.
"Hopefully we can stall him, then we can make a run for it!" a voice chimed in as Roza felt Ivan's bayonet nearly impale her in the stomach, only avoiding it by a few centimetres. Hungary grinned at Ivan as she fired a few shots into his chest, causing him to flinch for a moment as Hungary stepped closer to him with every shot fired. "At last, a weakness…"
The bullets slamming into his chest had caught Ivan off guard, if only for a moment. Hungary was mere centimetres away from his face, with her pistol aimed point-blank at his forehead. "I guess you've won, da~?" Russia gave Hungary an innocent smile as he dropped his rifle and slowly put his hands up.
"You got that right… Most pedig hagyj békén..." The Hungarian grinned as she pulled the trigger on her pistol, unloading the last bullet into Ivan's head, watching the Nation's body slump to the ground was… morbidly amusing. Roza looked at Hungary as she walked over towards her, the Nation's face showing a somewhat disturbed, yet oddly reassuring smile.
"Come, we must contact my boss. Hopefully Nagy has some kind of plan to get us to jump over the Iron Curtain…" The two women began walking to the ruined Parliament building that had seemingly managed to avoid sustaining any major damage, compared to the other buildings that had dotted the ruined skyline.
Roza certainly felt that something was off when she heard what she originally thought was footsteps, but she disregarded them as the pair continued to walk closer to the old building, not noticing that they were being followed…
Hungary was grinning, possibly out of pure ecstasy; after all, she'd always wanted to put a bullet in Ivan's head for a long time… Her thoughts were suddenly shattered by the sounds of loud footsteps, the source of which was meters away…
Roza let out a bloodcurdling scream as she laid eyes on their assailant, giving Hungary only mere moments to turn around, leaving her face frozen in pure terror... "Nem… That's impossible…" Both women knew that there time was up as Hungary felt a sudden jolt of pain go through her body as she slumped to the ground, watching blood drip over her eyes, noticing that Roza had slumped to the ground next to her. Hungary felt her vision slowly fading to nothing, just as she heard what might have been some garbled Russian. Then, there was silence…
"Kolkolkolkolkol…"
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Port Elizabeth, New Britain, August, 2015
"Marcus… Marcus, wake up!" Francine shook the still unconscious body of her cousin. Marcus had been sleeping like a rock for most of the night. Lina had left the house to spend some time in the city alone, and probably do some shopping, leaving Frankie to watch over him. The Afrikaner was taken by surprised when she felt two strong hands gripping her neck, slowly squeezing the life out of her.
"Marcus, please… It's me, Frankie!" the young woman struggled under his iron grip; Marcus's eyes had slowly shifted to a dark red hue, although showing a look of sadness and desperation. "Ivan did this to me… I will have my revenge!" tears began welling up in his eyes as he stuttered the words in an odd Hungarian accent, all the while squeezing Francine's throat harder, making her struggle even more. "Marcus! STOP!" Frankie continued to plead as her cousin continued to cycle between his conflicting personalities.
Frankie's pleading caused Marcus to snap back to reality. "N-nein… Please… Not now…" he slowly loosened his hands around his cousin's throat as Frankie embraced him in a comforting hug. "It's going to be ok, I promise…" Frankie muttered as she held him tighter. "I'm sorry…" Marcus sighed as Frankie held him close to her.
"Come on, let's have breakfast…" Frankie smiled as she helped her cousin off the bed and started walking to the kitchen. Marcus followed her to the kitchen as Frankie started looking through the fridge, trying to find something to eat. "How do pancakes sound?" Frankie gave Marcus a comforting smile as he sat down the breakfast table.
"Ja… That would be great…" he smiled back at her, remembering the times that they'd spent together many years prior. Marcus read through one of the local newspapers, finding a few interesting headlines. A few news stories on the American Survivor-Nations caught his attention. Most of them mentioned the somewhat misguided attempts of CRUSA to fully recreate the United States. "Bloody Americans… I guess they'll never learn…"
Frankie put the plate of pancakes onto the table and sat down on the seat across from her cousin. Marcus put the newspaper aside and put a few of the pancakes on his plate. "So… How did you and Lina meet exactly?" the young Afrikaner started pouring some maple syrup onto her breakfast. "I met her on the streets of Brisbane when I got sent to the Commonwealth a few months ago…" Marcus sipped from his cup of coffee before continuing.
"She told me to go to the Alpine Confederation for some reason; I then ended up meeting Herr Edelstein and Herr Zwingli. Lina definitely takes after Vasch; they're both Swiss after all." "I can definitely see that" Frankie giggled. "You're pretty lucky to get a girl like that, although, I heard that your father didn't take it too well…"
Marcus nodded solemnly in confirmation as Frankie slowly chewed on one of the pancakes before sighing. "Thankfully Mum managed to shut him up before I could do something to him…" "I can't believe that you and your father still have that tension between you two, can't he just accept that you're not the British-to-your-bootstraps son he wanted?"
"At least the rest of our family supports us…" Marcus sighed as he finished his stack of pancakes, thinking about his father's reaction to his relationship with Lina had made him slip into a slight depression, and the incident with him and Frankie that had happened prior had also made him sink deeper into melancholy.
Marcus heard the voices echoing through his head again, this time, whispering suicidal thoughts; he suddenly felt a lack of control in his body "Maybe you should just end it all…" Marcus felt the thought go through his head, one part of his subconsciousness seemingly agreed to it. But the more rational, less grief stricken part of his mind tried to object, but was silenced by a mere thought.
The voice spoke again, whispering into his troubled subconsciousness. "Your father hates you, your cousin is scared of you, and your girlfriends see's you as a freak.. You're not worth living anymore..." Marcus felt the old, but still functioning Luger press against his chest, concealed within its shoulder holster as he slowly got out of the chair, shaking ever so slightly as he finished his coffee cup.
"I'm going to get some fresh air…" Marcus smiled solemnly to his cousin as he walked out of the house. Frankie watched Marcus walk outside, he seemed to have an aura of melancholy surrounding him that started alarm bells ringing in her subconsciousness.
By the time Frankie had run out of the house, her cousin had disappeared. "Typical of him, always sneaky…" the Afrikaner thought to herself, looking around for where, and more importantly, what he was going to do. She hoped it wasn't what she thought it was…
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Somewhere near Moscow, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, November, 1956
"Useless… Inhuman… Just a Vengerskiy whore…"
Roza was sleeping on the concrete floor of the cell she was kept in. The voices of her previous lives whispered into her troubled subconsciousness, some of them being sympathetic, while a few of them were more… malicious in nature.
Hungary was chained to the far end of the wall, she watched the Curse One sleep soundly, although that was occasionally interrupted by the occasional whimpering, Roza's face was stained with tears.
The guards of the ever-so-infamous Red Army were standing near the cells, some of them with an urge to harm or violate the two women that had already taken a lot of punishment from their urges, but at least it was the former of the two…
Roza slowly awoke to Elizaveta's warm, if damaged smile. The Cursed One slowly crept over to her, being unchained, unlike her nigh-immortal counterpart. "You're alive, good…" Hungary held the young woman close to her as the guards watched them with suspicion.
"The voices… Too much pain…" she sobbed into the Nation's shoulder. Hungary held the Roza in a comforting embrace as a familiar man advanced to their prison cell, his expression was what nightmares were made of, his cold, unfeeling grin seemed to implant itself into Hungary's subconsciousness…
"Zdravstvuyte, Vengriya" Ivan opened the door of the cell, ripping the chains off Hungary's wrists. She felt a momentary jolt of pain as the metal snapped off, cutting a few gashes into her wrists.
The manacles were suddenly swapped for a pair of handcuffs as the personification of the Soviet Union began to drag her out of the cell, leaving Roza alone in the cell. "You're coming with me… Guards! Take care of this… thing…" Ivan sneered at the Magyar as Hungary looked at her, probably for the last time…
"Remember me… Nővérem, húgom..."
"He might do it Dad; we have to do something, before it's too late. We can't let Mr Wright go deeper into madness, or even attempt what I think he's going to do…"
"You're right… Alice, bring that friend of yours, Mr Wright might need some moral support."
"Also, Karenza, we're going to need your help too…"