Flowers for Balaton: An Axis Powers Hetalia/RDNA-verse Fanfiction
(Chapter 5: First Encounters)
Neu Wein, Royal Dominion of New Austria, April, 2023…
"What should we do with him when we get to him…?" Roza smiled as she walked beside Marcus. "We'll figure it out when we corner him…. Like the coward he is…" The pair had been following the two men for a while now, although the Canadian wasn't the priority, but his American sibling was definitely on the other end of the scale…
"For being a country full of Krauts, they certainly know how to make a good burger!" the personification of the American Federation smiled as he took another bite from the rather tasty looking burger. His brother was walking beside him at a brisk pace; trying to catch up to him, as Alfred continued to take the bites out of his burger.
"Slowdown will you!? Mon dieu…" Matthew Williams sighed in Quebecois French. The two nations had crossed the border over into the RDNA on a diplomatic mission, although Alfred had hoped that they didn't run into that mongrel Kraut, Matthew knew that it was inevitable, one part of his mind had hoped for it anyway…
"I'm surprised that we've managed to agree to something." Marcus gave Roza a somewhat forced grin, the Hungarian chuckled for a moment as she flashed him a similar look. "As much as you don't want to do this…" she paused for a moment, lamenting her reply before continuing, this time with a more sadistic smile. "…it's the only chance we have, that coward destroyed our lives, betrayed us… killed those close to us…"
Marcus could only nod, as both sides of the fractured subconsciousness were strangely dormant, not doing the usual arguing. Maximillian was also silent, for being the mediator between the two hot-blooded personalities; he'd taken the side of neutrality once again, allowing the two to do as they pleased.
This worried the former German somewhat, along with Marcus and Roza's less-insane sides, which were being suppressed by the now-dominant and darker parts of their fractured psyches…
Meanwhile…
Claude von Falkenburg frantically ran through the streets, he knew that the higher-ups would not be happy if they found out about this; letting a mentally unstable Agent out in the public would blow their cover if he ended up laying his hands on a civilian, or God forbid, a Nation.
The Liechtensteiner rushed through the crowds of citizens, who were presumably enjoying a peaceful evening; he hoped that it would stay that way… Even after Marcus had said that the worst was over, he knew that he would still have to deal with the odd moments of mental and emotional instability. It seemed that this moment was one of them, and it certainly was a big one…
He spotted the Agent following two young, if somewhat familiar, men. Marcus had a disturbing grin on his face as he was trailing the pair; it seemed that he was interested in them for some reason. The two Nations seemed blissfully unaware of his presence. Claude knew that Marcus must have had some kind of unfortunate encounter with one of them in the past.
He knew that in their home timeline, Herr Jones had died during Doomsday, leaving behind an innumerable amount of Survivor-Nations in his wake; one of them was his daughter, no less. While Canada had weathered through the events that saw the death of some of his NATO allies, eventually becoming a father figure to some of the American Survivor-Nations, with some of them having developed a hatred for the former father.
"What do you want with him…?" Claude thought to himself as he watched Marcus follow the two Nations, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
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"What would your girlfriend think of you…?" a voice whispered to Marcus's fractured subconsciousness, Marcus brushed off the voice with a single thought, he had no time for simple quarrels like that, he wanted revenge, and he wanted it now…
Marcus saw the two Nations stop for a moment, with Alfred walking to a nearby alleyway, presumably to dispose of the paper wrapping from his burger. The young man watched the Canadian walk to a nearby building, leaving his brother alone, perfect for the taking…
Marcus quickly, but silently, advanced towards the Nation. He saw that there weren't many people in the general area of the alleyway, so that gave him some leverage when it came to what he could do to the American, the alleyway also continued to another street, giving him an easy escape option in case things went downhill.
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Alfred was somewhat distracted as he made an attempt to get the grease covered ball of paper into the bin, he missed. Grumbling at his short lived misfortune for a moment, the Nation walked over to the bin to pick the wrapping up and properly dispose of it, but he suddenly heard heavy footsteps, along with a quiet whistling that slowly got louder as an ominous figure began to advance towards him.
The discordant whistling reminded Alfred of a traditional song from before the Terror, but he couldn't think of where it was from… He could also pick out a few words, possibly quotes or phrases, but he was very sure that whoever what doing this wasn't the most stable of people…
"Ich bin ein Preusse… kennt ihr meine Farben?" the voice sang in a slow, discorded melody as the owner of the voice came into view, seemingly through a bank of thick fog. "This isn't real…" the American mused to himself. He was then snapped out of his thoughts when he recognized who he was; it was the same grouchy Kraut that he'd bumped into when he was in Neu Austerlitz.
The American felt his knees buckle out of as he tried to flee, but somehow continued to stand stood stock still, either he was too stubborn to run, or he was truly afraid of what the man had in store for him… "You don't scare me; you're just one of those insane Krauts!" Alfred grinned at him as the man stopped, seemingly insulted by his outburst.
"What did you just call me…?" the Prussian said in a frightening mix of Hungarian and German accented English, although both of his accents seemed foreign to the American, the Hungarian had sounded like it had belonged in the old Crownlands, while his German sounded more like what an old aristocrat from Pre-Terror Germany would have spoken. Not to mention the unmistakable traces of what sounded like a British accent, also sounding rather upper-class, but with a small amount of another English dialect that he didn't recognise.
"Great… He's a Kraut and a Limey…" the American Federation mused to himself as he reached for a nearby weapon, there was a lead pipe at the other end of the alleyway, but the strange man was too close to him to warrant making a run for the other end of the alleyway.
The insult only made the Prussian advance towards him at a quicker pace. Alfred was shocked when he looked into the eyes of his soon-to-be opponent, his eyes were a dark red hue, full of hate and sorrow, although that was somewhat betrayed by the fact that it seemed that there was a more friendly, more saner part of him, trying to escape…
Alfred was caught off guard as Marcus delivered a powerful punch to the American's jaw, causing him to stumble backwards. "You fool…" Marcus laughed, this time showing no restraint as he grabbed Alfred by the collar of his jacket, holding him above the ground.
"You betrayed us… Killed our families with nuclear fire! Believe it or not, we're going to teach you a lesson, Herr Jones…" Marcus threw the Nation to the ground as he began to kick at him with an almost animal like ferocity, all the while laughing like a maniac. Alfred knew that he couldn't withstand the vicious assault any longer; he had to act before he got knocked out, if he did, then who knows what he would do to him…
Marcus continued to kick America in the ribs and stomach, repeatedly knocking the wind out of the now-weakened Nation. Alfred felt the kicking stop as his assailant stood over him, still staring at him with a disturbing grin. Marcus was clearly basking in the glory of what he'd just accomplished. "You call yourself a hero…" the Prussian grinned as he watched the American slowly stand to his feet, his face was bruised and battered, and a thin trail of blood was flowing from his nose, making Marcus want to laugh even more. He'd managed to hurt America, something he thought he would never pull off.
"This Hero still has some fight left in him!" the American looked at him with the same look of determination that he always had. Alfred attempted to land a punch on Marcus's face, almost scoring a direct hit, if it wasn't for Marcus dodging him at the last minute. "Too slow~" the Prussian taunted him as he continued to dodge each punch that the Nation had in store for him.
"I knew that you Krauts were crazy!" Alfred retorted as he managed to land an almost bone breaking punch into Marcus' jaw, nearly throwing the man off balance. He was surprised that the Nation had managed to fight back; this only fuelled his bloodlust even more, ever increasing his dark desire to put Alfred down, permanently…
"You and Ivan killed us… Made us go through hell…" Marcus hissed as he pinned the man to the wall, still consumed by pure vengeance and insanity. The mention of Ivan's name took Alfred by surprise, that name hadn't been used for generations. "What are you!?" Alfred struggled against Marcus as he began to strangle the life out of him. "We are many things… Insanity, madness, regret…" his voice trailed off as he gave Alfred a malicious grin as he threw the man into the wall adjacent to him.
The impact of the American's body against the brick wall cut a gash into the back of Alfred's head, causing him to bleed out as Marcus walked towards him, laughing manically. "Gut Nacht… Amerika…" he flashed him a grin as he slowly walked away as Alfred slowly fell into unconsciousness.
Marcus quickly ran towards the other end of the alleyway, hoping to have made a clean getaway, which it looked like he would succeed at. His thoughts of a victory were quickly cut short as he felt a bullet rip through his shoulder; he whipped his head around to face his attacker, it seemed that Herr Williams had caught up with him. Marcus stumbled for a moment as he tripped over and collapsed onto the ground, making the pain from the bullet anger him even more as he struggled to get up, although he was quickly subdued by a sudden stinging sensation as he saw two familiar faces stand over him.
"Nice shot, although the nano-cubes could've done it painlessly…" Claude sighed as he looked at Marcus's unconscious body, his face covered in blood and tears, along with the odd bruise or scrape. "No problem, Monsieur Falkenburg, let's get Monsieur Wright and my Brother out of here, before we attract attention…"
"Mein Gott, Marcus… What have you done…!? I never knew that you were that strong…"