--2P!Axis Powers are up next ^^ I still have no entries for 2P!Canda, 2P!China, and 2P!Japan, so if you would like to write some reader inserts for those empty folders, please feel free to!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or You*
It was so dark, the cold atmosphere surrounding your body like an unwanted blanket. You hated having to walk home in the dark, no matter the distance. It made no difference to you: walking alone in the dark was walking alone in the dark either way you looked at it.
You let out a shaky breath of relief as you started up the walkway to your door. You lived in the less populated areas of town, which gave you more peace of mind. Always hearing about random robberies and murders in the heavy populated areas made you feel grateful.
As your hand rested on the doorknob, you heard something you never wanted hear from the other side of the wooden door. Shivers ran down your spine, fear gripping your heart as it sank to the bottom of your stomach. There were voices on the other side of your door. You could clearly hear one calm voice responding to a more agitated voice.
"She's not here! Are you sure this is right place, fool?" a deep Germany voice sounded, laced with fury.
"Don't get your bowels into an uproar and bust a ball, Germany. I know this is the right place," the quieter, relaxed tone said in a higher pitch of voice. The accent was fairly thick Italian, and it didn't sound too pleased. The other German voice continued to ramble off words in an odd language, followed by a crashing sound, like a priceless lamp or your tableware.
Then it hit you. There were men in your house, destroying things. They purposely broke into your house, looking for a "her"; they were after you. It had to be, it was the simplest explanation. Panicking, you quickly withdrew your hand, turning on your heel as your heartbeat raced. You had to get away before they found you; however, as you turned around, you managed to run straight into the arms of yet another man. His hair was black as night, his eyes gleaming ruby red as he frowned down at you.
"You almost got away," he spoke quietly, his eyes narrowing, "almost." With that, his hands gripped you, turning you around. One hand remained flew to your mouth before you could protest, his other arm trapping your arms against your sides. You struggled to get out of his grip, attempting to kick him or bite his hand, but nothing seemed to work. Soon, he was dragging you into the house.
"Look what I caught," he spoke in an almost menacing voice, his hand gripping your mouth tighter, making your head tip back a bit from pain. "She would have gotten away."
Two other males looked at you. The first one to approach had tanned skin with a deep brown outfit with a small hat tilted to the side. He had pink-violet eyes and wore a smirk on his face. "Ah, see? This is where the bella lived," he spoke in a steady voice, almost soft sounding.
The other one, a blonde haired man with pale violet eyes and a few scars on his cheek and left arm, scoffed. "Lucky guess," he grumbled deeply, folding his large arms over his chest.
Suddenly a hand on your chin tore you from your thoughts. Your head was lifted slightly to look into those purple tinted eyes of the tanned man. Your body solidified like stone at the peculiar smile on his lips; it was sly and filled with malice, and yet soft and assuring. His eyes flickered from your own (color) eyes to the rest of your face before taking a trip south. Instantly your fear spiked, horrified of what he was planning to do.
"I think this is the prettiest one yet~" he cooed, his eyes snapping back up to bore into your own, as if he was searching from something within your eyes. Possibly the satisfaction of seeing you so delicate and trembling like a leaf?
"Easily," the tall blonde huffed, a smirk now playing on his lips dangerously. Two smirking men meant no good news. "Now let's hurry and get her out of here before they
show up," he spoke sternly, unfolding his arms as he moved towards you, his boots pounding against your floor.
Your cried were muffled as you attempted escaping once again from the black haired man behind you. When you writhed and squirmed, this only made the Italian man chuckle darkly. "You're so cute, you know that? I guess it's a good thing we got here before 'they' did," he grinned. "Japan, you can let her go if you would like. I want to hear her voice~"
Hesitantly, the man behind you released you from his grip, putting his arms firmly to his sides. In simple terms, you were a bit shocked by the sudden freedom, not sure of what to do. You stood rigid as the man circled around you, his eyes soaking up as much as they could.
"Your name is _____, si?" he asked, stopping in front of you. You simply nodded, unable to take your eyes away from his. "Eccellente," he grinned, looking back to the tall blonde. "Germany, let's go ahead and get her out of here," he spoke quietly, darkness in his words.
Your eyes widened as the blonde suddenly marched towards you, his eyes locked with yours. Panicking as your heart raced at a dangerous pace, you frantically bolted towards the side, towards your kitchen. Your heartbeat rammed against your ears, nearly drowning out the man's sudden growl and curses. He took pursuit, following hot on your heels. "Get back here!"
As you turned to round a corner, he took his chance to tightly wrap his arms around your waist once again. Out of reaction, you tried to pound his arms with your fists, kicking your legs and screaming for help to anyone listening. "No one is going to hear you!" he hissed in your ear, tightening his grip a bit. You silenced, realizing how right he was. And even if someone heard you, would they do anything to help you? Most likely not. You felt your courage and self-esteem drop through the floor like a ton of lead, your eyes closing tightly.
A squeak of surprise tore from your throat as he threw you over his shoulder without struggle. You once again turned to kicking your feet and punching at the man's back tenaciously. He carried you through your house and out the front door. You couldn't see anything in front of you, but you could hear an engine running.
"Where are you taking me!?" you demanded, your first words surprising even yourself. The German halted, turning his head a bit.
"We're taking you somewhere where you will be safe," he explained with a small snarl.
"Si, we can't let the other guys get their grabby hands on you, bella," the Italian piped up from in front, probably in whatever car was before you. You were curious, but you expected there was something waiting for when you turned your head.
The German man took a few more steps forward before dumping you into the front of a deep blue convertible car. It was rather fancy. He soon hopped in as well, trapping you between him and the Italian driver. The other man was in the back, continuing to watch behind the car.
"Other guys? W-why are they after me? Why are you
guys after me?" you demanded once again as the car sped off, the Italian driving with only one hand as he lazily watched the road, his eyes returning to you once in a while as he explained.
"We're keeping you from the Allied Powers. If you think what we did was bad, then you don't want to meet those guys. They have Russia if that says anything," he grinned down at you before looking at the roads once more.
"As well as a worthless Englishman," the German smirked , his arms folded once again as his cape fluttered from the wind.
"That too. Anyways, to make a long story short, they wanted you to be part of their little gang so they could use you for military purposes," the Italian explained. You were utterly confused; you didn't even have any military skill!
"But since we have you now, we'll make sure you stay at our headquarters. We might put you to work as the maid or something," the German continued, grinning at his vision of you in a kinky maid's outfit. There were benefits to everything, right?
Now you were utterly speechless. One second you were thankful for being alive, and now you're wanted by a bunch of thugs and being kidnapped? If that wasn't a fine example of being jinxed, I don't know what is. But more importantly, who were these guys and why did they care so much? It's not like you could do any damage to them, they were much stronger than you and had more experience from the sounds of things.
"… Who are
you guys?" you whispered quietly, your eyes looking down at your hands as you held them together tightly.
"The Axis Powers."
When you arrived at their "HQ", you were on the verge of collapsing. You were exhausted and sleep deprived, as well as getting hungry. They showed you to your room in their average looking household, and you were on the bed in seconds. You could really care less at this point; all you wanted to get your rest and worry in the morning.
The three sat around their table after you had gone to sleep. "So how long do you think before the Allies find our hiding spot?" the German asked, tired as well.
"If we can keep under cover, hopefully a few weeks," the Japanese responded, his eyes drooping lightly. The Italian's eyes were still wide open, several plans running through his head. He was leaning against the table, elbow propped up as he gnawed on his knuckles softly in thought.
"Great. I think I'm going to get some sleep for tomorrow. We'll need to figure out what to do with _____," Germany spoke tiredly, putting his jacket on the back of his chair. They spoke their goodbyes, Italy remaining at the table, planning.
The next morning, your (color) eyes opened, seeing a dark room covered in dust and grime. Suddenly sitting up, your heart rate soared, fear consuming your body as you recalled what had happened last night. The memories flooded you, reminding you of where you were.
Jumping off of the old, tattered bed, you tried to stay quiet as you ran towards the door. When you got to it, your hands gripped the cold metal, turning the knob. With a relieving "click", it opened slightly. You held your breath, slowly pushing the door open more so you could get out. The door was nearly wide enough for you to escape, when it was suddenly slammed shut, causing the sound to bounce off of the walls loudly. A small squeak left your throat as your body stiffened, eyes wide in fear.
Before you could turn to see what had caused the door to shut, someone grabbed your shoulder roughly and forced you around, slamming your back to the door. One hand slammed onto the wood beside your head heavily. Your eyes met violet, a gasp tearing from your throat.
"Where do you think you're going, bella~?" he sang, a smirk on his lips. "You weren't trying to get away, were you?" he cooed, his free hand moving towards a pocket in his jacket. Your eyes couldn't tear your eyes away from his own, shaking at the glint they held. The glint was sinister and evil, like that of a predatory animal. Your body was frozen, unable to make any sort of movement.
You heard a small flicker noise and your eyes finally tore from his, looking down from where the noise came from. In his hand was a switchblade knife, pointing at you. His grin widened, slowly bringing the dull edge of the blade across your cheek as his eyes softened, as if in a loving manner. "Your skin is so pretty, my dear~ It would be a shame to have something happen to it," he whispered darkly as the tip pressed against your cheek painfully, causing your eyes to close tightly from the jabbing pain. You could feel it begin to tear your skin, almost to the point of causing it to bleed. A small sound, like that of choking, escaped your mouth as the man gripped your chin roughly. The tip slowly dug into your skin, getting closer and closer to breaking through.
"Italy! Get down here," the German ordered. The man suddenly stopped, sighing in disappointment. Without another word, he put his knife away, grabbed you by the hand, and drug you into the hallway. You put your heels down, trying to get away from him, but he was too strong.
Soon you were standing in front of the three men from before. Your eyes locked with the German's own light violet eyes. "Good, you're still alive. We have just discussed what we will be doing with you, _____," he spoke sternly, his arms folded over one another. "Japan, care to explain?"
"It would be my honor," he bowed lightly, turning to face you with his blood red eyes. "We have decided to make you our ally. We will train you to fight, teach you how to survive, and more importantly, teach you how to heal. You will act as not only a soldier for us, but as a nurse when the time comes," he explained, his expression never changing, and his eyes never leaving yours.
Finally, your voice cracked, "Why me?" The all looked at you as if you were that ignorant.
"You're wanted by the Allies because you're a pretty girl~" the Italian cooed. "They're always after girls like you, but we still aren't sure. We believe it's because they get lonely," he smirked. "I agree, girls are hard to find these days, but I would never treat one like that~" he sang, his eyes still locked on yours.
"We know they take them for amusement, but I think there's another reason. We aren't positive, but they may be searching for something. Something that will give them a heavy advantage; like you. You're smart, and you can be taught easily. Not all girls are like that," the German continued to explain. You had to admit, despite your situation, the exalting was rather nice.
"And you have the good looks. I know some women are used as spies because they are so easily welcomed into the enemy's territory, for more reasons that one," Japan spoke in a monotone voice. "It is dishonorable, but it is effective."
You let it all sink in. You thought you were nothing of importance to anything, and now they were making you sound like the difference between a normal world, and one of dictatorship and chaos.
"So, will you help us, bella~?" Italy sang, moving closer to you as he smirked. Now, you didn't really have a choice, did you?
"I guess it can't be helped," you sighed a bit, thinking of all the things you were leaving behind. But then again, if you were in the wrong hands, would there even be anything left?
"I'll help you."