Flowers for Balaton. An Axis Powers: Hetalia/1983: Doomsday Fanfiction
(Chapter 12: Return to the Wasteland...)
Somewhere near the Burgenland/Sopron Frontier Territory Border, Alpine Confederation. August, 2015…
Marcus struggled to stay awake as the car he was being transported in made its way through a rather sleepy Austrian town. The sights of Wiener Neustadt seems to go by in a blur as he glanced over to Lina, who'd fallen asleep and was leaning against his shoulder. It didn't take much effort to explain to his intentions to her, he knew that he would understand his rather personal reason for the detour. "Might end up meeting Liz again..." he sighed to himself felt the young woman firmly grip his arm as she slept soundly.
"How long until we get to Sopron, Herr Franz?" Marcus asked as the Austrian aide glanced over to him.
"Less than two hours, Herr Wright" the man smiled as the car sped out of the small town and out into the Austrian countryside. Marcus smiled as he felt Lina move slightly, occasionally muttering something in her sleep.
"Herr Edelstein has made arrangements for an inn that you and Fraulein Worth will stay at while you're in Sopron" Franz added as the diplomat started to succumb to a lack of sleep.
Marcus tired his hardest to stay awake as he heard the familiar voices, wanting him to descend into the darkness of his subconsciousness, the temptation to do so was too much. Maybe it was the jet lag, or it could have been Roza, wanting to put him through another round of torture…
"Ba mhaith liom a fheiceann tú arís..."
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Somewhere near Belfast, Northern Ireland. September, 1983…
"He's dying… I can't believe he's dying..."
Branna was close to collapsing from stress as she continued to watch Darcy shudder in his sleep, seemingly on the edge of death. The Nation just wanted to hug and comfort the young man, but she knew that it would be pointless…
"He's going to die, Branna… Whether you like it or not, Darcy is dying!" Roza snapped as the former Magyar nearly snapped out of frustration, not wanting to go through the pain of seeing yet another Nation lose someone close to them.
The two women stared at each other as a tense silence descended across the room, with the only sound that was within earshot was Fergus' quiet snoring, along with the odd painful whimper from Darcy. Either an argument would break out, or one of the two would break down.
"What happens to you people when you die, anyway?" Branna asked, trying to take her mind of Darcy's condition. Roza grimaced for a moment, thinking about the surreal experience that she'd felt during her first moments as a ghost.
"It's hard to explain…" Roza sighed, trying to piece together her fractured subconsciousness, if only for a moment. "When us Cursed Ones die, we generally end up becoming some kind of spirit or ghost… Sometimes we're confused as bad omens and bringers of death and destruction. I guess you could see me as a Banshee at the moment..."
Branna sat there, listening to the young woman tell her story. The Irishwoman could certainly see cracks forming in the Magyar's facade, showing a much darker side to her personality. Something that she didn't want to see…
"We can control the body that we inhabit, make it serve our needs… We can even interact with the physical realm, albeit in a limited capacity… It's strange, really… It feels like I'm still alive… Yet I'm still a ghost..." Roza flashed Branna a malicious smile.
"Even our very existence is a mystery… But I intend to spend this life hunting down the man that violated me… Oh the things I would do to Ivan… I will show him true pain!"
"Are you alright…?" Branna asked as Roza still had the seemingly unhinged expression on her face, which was quite unnerving, to say the least. The Hungarian leaped from her chair and tackled Branna to the ground, holding a rusted and blood soaked combat knife to her throat.
"Oh… I'm fine… I've never felt better~!" Roza hissed as she pressed the knife closer to her throat, watching a small amount of blood trickle from her throat. "All this chaos… This destruction… It's beautiful~!"
Branna tried to not break down, even after her capital was reduced to ashes. She wouldn't accept her fate that easily, she knew that she wouldn't give up, even if it was for seeing Darcy pull though, if he ever did...
"Chun an grá Dé, le do thoil stop!" Branna yelled as Roza went in for the kill. Raising her knife above her head, the Hungarian plunged the knife into the wooden floorboards, just mere inches from the Nation's head.
"I'm sorry about this Branna... I can't control myself..." Roza shuddered as she slipped her knife back into it's sheath, getting off the Nation as she did so.
"What happened to you…?" Branna shuddered as she slowly rose to her feet, walking over to the bed that Darcy was sleeping on.
"Many things happened to me…" Roza replied. "Terrible things…"
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Sopron Frontier Territory, Alpine Confederation...
"I wouldn't if I were you, I know what she can do. She's deadly man, and she could really rip your world apart... Mind over matter, the beauty is there. But a beast is in the heart..."
The car carrying the two diplomats slowly came to a stop outside of a small inn, just as Marcus's Walkman continued to play some old Amerikaner song. Lina slowly, woke up, still holding onto her lovers' arm. "Guten tag, lieben~" the Alpine smiled, getting out of the car with him.
"I hope you understand the reason why we're here…" Marcus muttered as he grabbed his holster off the seat that was adjacent to him.
"It's fine lieben… Now go, you don't want to keep her waiting." Lina smiled as she gave her boyfriend a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.
Marcus nodded as he strapped his holster on and got back into the car. "I'll see you soon… Ich lieb dich." he waved to Lina as the car sped off to what would've been the rest of Hungary. Marcus grabbed a decently sized bouquet of flowers that were sitting next to him. The idea of doing what he was about to do seemed to be the right thing, he hoped that she would accept it, at the very least…
"I hope you're happy… Roza..."