Things Move On

Ever moving forward ... Unable to stop the flow of time and History. Though, breaks from reality are fun too.

Chapter 3: And so thing move on

The war had begun. Involving Nations and Guardians from across the globe. France was getting beaten to pulp, which meant that everything was moving according to plan. Now if only Abisthine could defeat or capture Lazarus things would be so much simplier. But no, his leader and her own, had other plans for the guardian. One that could tear the Allies apart from within, if she got it right.

Though his views on her were changing drastically because, for some reason, there she was, in his dream, in his mind.

"You doubt I can do that simple task?" she asked, smirking. She sat on a throne, legs resting over one arm of the chair while she leaned against the other, in a large room with white walls that appeared to reach into the sky itself. It changed again, it had been changing since she appeared there. The wall suddenly had red tapesries, with depictions of what he could only guess as major history events.

"You can't," he replied. "Your apperance and your accent; you'd stick out too much. And not only that....," he paused, listening. "Are you laughing at me?"

Her laughter echoed throughout the room and in his head.Then she was standing in front of him, looking like some one completely different, except for the unmistakable green eyes. And the smirk, that remind him oh-so-much of Prussia.

The room changed again. Appearing as a theatre, projecting images onto the screen behind her. "Consider me an...Illusionist," she said. "I can make people think I look different. But in truth I haven't changed at all. I can make their dreams realities and yet make it so only they can see it. I can drive people insane with it. And that's basically what I'm going to do to the Allies. Drive them insane from the inside out.

"With simple illusions and similar things like what I am currently doing to you...I can drive them completely insane or make them do whatever I ask of them. Either way it'll be fun."

"Playing with people's minds is fun to you?" he asked, slightly disgusted. He hated how violated he felt having her in his mind. He wondered what she could be doing now besides taunting him.

"Its much more than just toying with their minds. I can warp their memories too. I can watch their memories like a movie and learn whatever I need from them," she said, grinning. "I wonder what exactly is playing now..." She sat in the seat closest to her and patted the one next to it. "Why don't you join me?" A chesire grin spread across her face. He knew he had little choice but to 'indulge' in her offer.

 

Italy had come over that day for his usual siesta and this time he wanted Germany to join him. "Come on Ludwig~!" he pleaded, tugging on his hand. "Come with me for once."

The paperwork on the desk was nearly finished and if Italy would just sleep already, he might be able to finish it long before the smaller nation woke. "No, Italy," he said. "I need to get this done."

"All you ever do is work..Veee...," Italy whined loudly, then somehow summoning up the courge, "If you won't come willingly...I'll drag you with me! You need to take a break." He gripped the larger nation's hand tightly and began to drag Germany toward the bedroom. He let Feliciano have his way for a moment before twisting his hand out of the other's grip and returnig to the desk.

"Just go Feli," Ludwig sighed. "I'll join you when I'm done...How does that sound?"

"But I'll be asleep then!" he whined again, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest.

Leaning on the desk, he shook his head. "Ital-"

He was interuppted by the surprisely tight hug. "Take a break. Now, please?" He looked up into Ludwig's face. "It isn't healthy to work so much."

"And I don't think its so healthy to sleep so much," he replied, much softer than his previous remarks. He placed a hand on Italy's face, cupping his cheek, careful not to touch the curl. He leaned over him and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"You missed,vee~," Feliciano teased, a smiling breaking across his face again. On his toes, he reached up and placed a light kiss on his lips.

The smile was infectious and Germany felt himself soften under the smaller nation's sweetness. Wrapping his arms around Italy's waist, he kissed him again. When he looked again at his face, Feliciano had a mischivious smirk on his face.

Grabbing the tie that Ludwig wore, he tugged him closer and kissed him more deeply. This time Ludwig led them towards the bedroom. Once in the bedroom though, Germany pinned him to the wall. A little break couldn't hurt.....

"Vee~, Germany..," he wimpered, hitting the wall with a hard thud.

"Es tut mir leid," he whispered, kissing the other gently to make up for the roughness.

Wrapping his arms around the taller German, he opened his mouth, inviting Germany to explore him farther. Not like he hadn't before.

While their tongues battled, he began to undo the buttons of the other's shirt which, besides a pair of boxers, was the only thing he had on. It was thrown on to the floor and his hands began to roam the Italian. He was struggling to do the same for Ludwig's shirt.. Reluctantly, he broke away from Feliciano and undid the shirt for him. The smaller nation moved over to the bed and while Germany busied himself with getting rid of his constraining pants,a pair of pink boxers hit him in the face.

 

By that time Abisthine had begun to laugh and the memory paused momentarily. He looked away in embarresment. He crossed his arms. Trying not to get to bothered by the memory, but the fact that she had become privy to such things was not to be taken lightly. She finally stopped laughing... "Do you want to keep watching or should I leave you hanging?" she asked, grinning.

He said nothing.

"Actually...I'll just shut up and keep watching. And make you watch too of course."

The memory began to play again, right were it left off.

 

The boxers hit the floor and he looked up to glare at Feliciano, but seeing the smaller nation sitting on his bed, completely naked....Stepping out of his pants, he made his way over to the bed and the naked Italian. He was immediatly attack by Feliciano's kisses and arms wrapping around his neck. They fell onto the bed, Germany being careful not to crush Italy. He trailed kisses down the Italian's jaw and moved down his neck, placing small nips in the soft flesh causing the other to squirm and moan below him. Arching his hips up, he unintentionly rubbed against Ludwig's own groin, sending a chill of pleasure up his spine.

He continued downward, pausing to suck at the senstive n*****s and slide his hands along his lover's body. The smaller nation shivered at the contact, attempting to muffle a moan behind a hand. The sound sent his blood into a boil.

Moving away from Italy, for just a moment to grab the lube from the table next to the bed, he noticed a pair of hand cuffs not far away. Why they were there he couldn't recall, but an image of a cuffed Feliciano burned through his mind and in an already lustful state it was made so much worse.

 

"I can't watch anymore...," she said, shaking her head and grinning. "Handcuffs...Mein Gott."

He had stopped watching long before, but he wouldn't admit that to her. That would be like admitting defeat.

"Oh, I know you weren't watching...I let you stop," she replied, to his thoughts. "This is your mind. Of course I can hear what you're thinking." She stood and the scenery changed back to the throne in the white room. He fell to the floor, his seat no longer existant.

He looked up to scowl at her and tell her very angerly that messing with people's minds wasn't a very productive hobby to have and how much of an invasion of personal space, in so many ways, it was. She was gone before he could begin though.

And so his dreams became his own again, for the night.

 

Abisthine was still laughing at that night's stunt the next day, but it was a bittersweet laughter. It was also the day she was to begin her mission to drive the Alliances insane. She knew it would work for the leaders and if it worked on Germany as well as she thought it would most definatly work on the others. Though she knew for a fact, that not all of her deceptions would work on the other Guardians, Odette in particular. She was also quite skillful in illusions, but that was almost a racial trait for sirens.

She walked through the hallway, thinking about she could get Odette perhaps on her side before doing anything. The siren wasn't hard to please, she learned that over the last three hundred years. She turned a corner and even in her preoccupied mental state, she felt the presence of another person and moved to avoid a collision.

"Guten tag, Abisthine," the self proclaimed God of Awesome said.

She turned toward him. "Tag, Preußen," she replied, still smiling like an idiot.

"You seem happy," he said, giving his usual smirk.

"If only you knew why," she laughed. "I'd tell you, but Ludwig might kill me...or at least attempt it."

"The fact that it includes mein Bruder is enough to know it was worth it," he said. "You're leaving today right?"

"Ja." She nodded. She'd miss him while she was gone. They were getting along so well. So well, in fact, that Zuriel had loudly admitted to regretting waking her up and introducing her to the former nation. Both he and Austria had been their prime targets for bothering and annoying. Hungary though, was not pleased with Abisthine going anywhere Roderich. She guessed Elizebetha had a inferiority complex of some sort, thus explaining the ever present frying pan which she'd attempt to use on Gilbert and Abisthine.

But she wasn't about to regret going on this mission. In a little while, she'd test out her illusionary disguise on several of the guards and then she'd sneak into England.

"But don't worry,Preußen, you'll see me more than you think," she added. Even from a distance, she could still invade some one's mind and the fact that she knew Gilbert personally would make it so much easier. He gave a quizzical look, having no idea what she meant, nor what she could do. It was more fun that way, when they were clueless.

"Ich muss jetzt gehen," she said, before leaving him in the hall left to wonder what she meant.

Still confused, he said,"Bis bald dann?" Her laughter echoed down the hallway.

 

The plan was moving as expected, her illusions working perfectly. With a bit of hypnosis, she was able to land a job working in the Enlgish capital as a maid . It wasn't hard to get there, with France taken over and an ablility to fool everyone she came into contact with, for the most part. She was careful to avoid most of the other non-human races, most could see through such disguses.

But, now that she was in England, she'd have to be careful of Lazarus and Odette, who always hid with Lazarus when she had to. According to what she could find out, her personified nation wasn't any better. Which made everything so much easier.

Abisthine wandered the halls, making herself look busy. She'd secretly gone into Odette's mind the night before and learned the location of their meetings. It was times like these that sensitive hearing became very handy. As long as she stayed quiet and looked busy enough, it would be okay.

The meeting was nearing its end and she could hear the chairs moving, the conversation shifting to a less serious topic. She smiled and wandered away from the room, slipping away before they saw her.

The only downside of the whole thing was that she actually had to work and hardly got into contact with the nations, or the leaders. Her breath hissed out as she scrubbed at the dish, ignoring the burning smell coming from the stove beside her. Apparently it was perfectly normal for the food to look like charcol.

Her lucky break came the next day, when she was told to deliever tea to library for Arthur. Ludwig had told her that was the name of England. She put everything onto the tray and left for the library. 'About time I got this started,' she thought, practically whistling with joy as she walked down the hall.

Her illusionary apperance entered the large room, while her voice changed as well, sounded out, "Um...Arthur? Are you in here?" It sounded much higher than her own and it annoyed her, but the accent was gone, replaced by a weak british one.

Abisthine stepped farther into the room, it was hard to see if there was anyone in there. The rows of books, tiered above her head and spread across the room. The heels she wore echoed with each step and then a voice replied back, "I'm over here. Just come over the far wall to the right."

It wasn't that hard, now that she had directions. He sat next to a fire place, looking as regal as any of his past rulers had pretended to be. He held a very dusty looking tome, reading it as if if held the very answer to life.

"Here's the tea you asked for," she said, placing the tray down on the table next to him.

He looked up. "Thank you," he said. But as she turned to leave, "Wait...Come back for a minute."

She froze and slowly turned. Had she been found out so easily? Odette's mind had hinted that Arthur may know some magic, which was bad because, magic can cancel out magic.

England stood from his chair and looked her closely, squinting at times. She tried to keep her face in a surprised manner. Facial expressions weren't covered in the illusion, she still had to act the part. She blinked several times and he smirked.

"Well...It seems I'm not the only one with a mind for magic," he said.

Crap...Her cover was blown and it hadn't even been a week.

"How'd you do that? With your eyes? They went from brown to a bright green...," Arthur asked, stepping towards her.

"I...I don't know what you mean...," she replied, faking a fearful stutter, but in doing so she forgot to coat her voice in the illusion. 'Oh come on Abi! You're way better at this than you're doing now!' she chastised herself.

His smirk became a grimance. And now he was really coming at her. Time for a little mental manipulation...She dropped her illusion entirely, the shock of it freezing the nation on the spot. She took that moment of pause to enter his mind and erase the whole thing from ever happening, replacing it with a false memory of her delivering the tea and leaving.

As if in a trance, England sat back down in his chair and went back to reading. She dissappeared out of the room, before he could snap out of it completely. 'Note to self....Don't f**k with England...,' she thought, putting the illusion back around her. She shivered. Other magic users annoyed her.

Maybe she'd have better luck with France, just as long as Odette wasn't there.

 

Another week had passed and things were turning out to be much harder than she first expected. She flopped down on her bed, dropping the illusion. It was tiring to keep that up all the time.

Her familiar appeared in the room. "An update on your mission is being requested," it said.

Abisthine breath hissed out as she moved to lean on her elbows. "Hm...An update...England is unapporchable. He may be able to see through the glamour. I have not seen Odette since I arrived, but Lazarus can be seen flying in the skies over London. He's watching for our planes. Odette is in England though, I have entered her mind and gotten some information. My copies of it should be arriving in Berlin shortly," she said, with a bored tone. "Will that be good enough?"

The familiar dissappeared for several moments. She flopped onto her back. She remembered Prussia. She should've payed him a dream visit a while ago. 'I'll visit him once that damned spirit gets back...What's taking it so long?" she thought, glancing back to the corner where it had originally shown itself. Then there it was, much closer than before.

"Your report has been deemed satisfactory. Though, you are being asked to hurry with your mission so other plans may be put into action," it said, before dissapperaing once more.

She growled inwardly...This like that can't be rushed. It takes time to put paranoia and fear into someone's mind. It also took time to find the person that can start it all. Oh well...She'd go have fun with Gilbert's mind for a while...At least that might provide some inspiration for what she should do to France.

　

　

　

　

Author's Note

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