Drug Testing house AU with a crappy tittle.
Pairings: none yet, future amerus/rusame
Rated T for violence, language and heavy contents.
Notes: A little drabble that was on my mind.
I don't own hetalia or any of the characters!
The survival belongs to the strongest one.
Alfred ran and ran through the empty dirty white walls stepping on the wet ground. The smell of urine, blood and sex mixing in a nauseating musk that crawled and soaked his nose making him gag while his ears only listened the pounding of his own heart and steps. Closer and closer the splashing steps filled his hearing and mind. Were they his own or someone else's own?
A sharp pain hit his head and his vision started to darkened as his body struggled to keep running and stand. He stumbled and grabbed the dirty wall with a silent cry as the sharp pain hit him again and he succumbed to darkness slowly as his hands and legs stopped the desperate crawl through the wet ground.
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He woke up again there, that hideous miserable house. He doesn't know where it is or how he got there but its the second time he tried to run away from the medical painful experiments. Yes, a fucking illegal drug testing house.
His eyes shot open slowly and he blinked the blurred away from blue eyes.
He looked around to see a dirty white room and tried to move his limbs slowly. This time he was not restrained but he could feel the pain tearing him apart with every move. Was it some kind of paralysing or restraining drug perhaps?
His head fell back on the pillow and he sighed. How will he leave this place now? Sure he was able of taking Kiku, a japanese man who shared the room with him and was now dead, from the huge house but he was not even able of getting in touch with someone else in there. They are restrained, kept hidden, incarcerated and isolated as some old men with masks did experiments with drugs on them.
Alfred was subjected to 12 drug tests. Luckily he was able of not having many degrading, or major secondary effects. He knows that's why they want him, they made sure of let him know it.
One of the drugs he took led him to a state of pure euphoria, other to a stage of desperate anger where he was restrained with chains and a gag until it wore off while they putt him to sleep. The worse was one that made him so miserably sad and broken he tried to commit suicide with a sharpened piece of wood from the door. Kiku was the one alerting and making him stop time enough for them to take the nullity drug. Only a week later he felt the vestiges of the drug subduing and leaving his mind. All the tests leave marks and his scarred body and paranoid mind are proof of it.
He heard the door reeking opening and looked with difficult to his side while listened the blurred speech. His hearing was still regaining his functions.
''Ah, we won't give you adrenaline again 34.'' Some scribble was heard and a needle ripped his arm skin releasing painfully some liquid, a strange baby blurred baby blue liquid this time.
''This will make you normal, please do try not to run or you will have the end of your little friend.'' The voice sneered and he closed his suddenly dry eyes feeling his mouth going dry as he licked chapped lips.
The door closed with a loud bump and he could feel a heavy weight on his head, eyes and chest as he started drifting off.
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Three days were gone since his last attempt of running away and he was moved to the 'survivors' side of the huge mansion.
He started making new plans as he studied silently the walls, doors, white dressed doctors and patients. His body was drugged not to move much and he was waiting for the new test drug.
This side was even more painful and creepy than the other part of the huge building. While on the left side of the mansion where he had been, the patients were isolated and drugs were experimented in secret, here the patients had contact with each other. It was humiliating, degrading and the doctors walked around them with a sense of smug pride of what they were doing to the men and women.
Alfred shifted his eyes to his right. A long haired blond was flushing and almost dry humping the table as he closed his hands in fists that broke skin letting little drops fall through his hands and thin wrists; his breath was raged and his eyes unfocused and wet in despair and humiliation. Alfred was glad the aphrodisiac they made him take a while back was not that strong and he was able of being confined inside the tiny room.
On the corner of the same side a blond was murmuring to the hair while petting something invisible. That was a man he met yesterday. Grumpy, gentlemanly and snarky Arthur as he learnt. He was very caring once he started talking and trusting. He shares room with the last blond and was very caring, albeit a bit denying of that fact, especially with the long-haired blond. They also made a quick developing friendship. Today he was with his bushy eyebrows raised high and his green eyes focussed on something not present with a happy bashful smile. Alfred felt pity for that, the last day the blond showed how miserable he was here but now was forced to feel something so deep because of the drugs that left him unaware of his surroundings.
Alfred tried to ignore or not to stare at obsessive compulsive behaviours, the albino yelling and hitting the wall trying to reach some brother that Alfred is sure doesn't exists, the woman fallen on the ground with a bloodied nose and a brunette singing loudly in Italian near his right. He would try to help, he would even try to move but his head and eyes were so heavy, so strangely uncaring and strong against his will that he decided it was better not to look.
Even with all the pain and sleepy feeling he was making doodles with his fingers on the ground. He will find a ways of leaving this place. He really wanted to take all these poor man with him but he can't. He saw Kiku die because of him and even heard about some Nordic guys who joined and tried to do the same but ended with the same fate. Death. Alfred realised only alone one can run away and he will be the one doing it.
He has a brother to come back for. A loving mother, an unfinished course and a part-time job to come back to. He made fists as tears of frustration and longing filled his blue darkened eyes. He needs to go out there before he has the fate of the people on the bottom of the house. Dismembered, deficient and broken people, who only became like this due the drugs effects. The worse was that they went there only to suffer from more physical and dangerous tests. Alfred preferred to avoid thinking about that while he started looking at the big jailed window.
The left side and the south side of the house were the places he was placed on the first weeks and the sides of the mansion where he tried to escape. Now there's the north and the right side of the house to try, and he will find it! He will escape!
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Another drug test another day on the room he shared with a Chinese man obsessed with business, money and strangely cute things. The man kept silent as Alfred shivered in cold from the drug. His body numb, non responding, laid on the bed and mind filled with forced happiness and euphoria making him drool and stare unfocused to the ceiling. He wished he could stop tremble in cold and his eyes stopped being blurry but he is getting the feeling that his vision was affected with this later drugs. He only hopes it's momentary.
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Four days later he was somewhat sane, able of moving quickly and started to wander and searching silently through doors and walls. He was right, his vision was ruined with the last drugs, he can only see blurry things but if he narrows his eyes he can see somewhat better. He cried for a while but won't think much about it. He will fix it someday, now he has to leave this place.
Corridors were on his right and front as a door was closed on his left. He heard some voices on the right so he started walking to the front.
The corridors were cleaner than the others on the left side of the house and some screams could be heard, Alfred simply ignored them. If he listened intently he could feel his own sanity slipping away from him and he can't have that luxury.
Doors had different colours, a blue, a green and a red wide open one were the first ones but on the end of the corridor was a purple broken one.
Alfred sighed as he reached the death end of the corridor. It will be the right corridor then, but he is afraid that one is always being watched. He will have to find help on this.
He walked closer and looked up and down noticing scratches, little holes and an open chain on the door. Is this another testing place? A place where they save drugs? Where someone was hidden? What can it be-?
-CLANK -
Chains moving were heard and he stepped back for a second then he stepped forward and pressed his ear to the door.
The half broken door emanated a heavy musk scent of sunflowers and vodka and now that he was so close he could feel it leaving the little holes. It was nauseating. He guessed it belonged to a test with drugs and drinking and decided to walk away but his curiosity was peeked when he heard metal clacking and chains moving again. There must be someone in there, in need.
He opened the door slowly, careful to not make a sound that was not the little creaking of the door, and poked his head into the room trying not to gag at the disgustingly concentrated smell of flowers, drink and hint of sweat while opening his slightly burning blurry eyes to a dark room.
The chains got louder, struggling and he could see the metal glinting and glowing with the little light that hit them through the door. He stepped inside slowly as a hand searched through the wall for a switch button.
-click-
Light filled his vision and he blinked a few times until he focussed in something- no, someone.
A big burly man was chained to the ceiling, hands restrained up and legs down, as sunflowers, taller than the man, surrounded all the room almost suffocating the man in the middle. Said man trashed with the chains and looked up with a wide smile and wide purple distant eyes to him as Alfred gaped in wonder and fear.
''You came to be my friend yes? I'm so glad sunflower, this makes me very happy!'' a childish raspy voice almost cracked in glee as the chains kept his struggle and silvery hair shook with every move.
Alfred gulped heavily, the man's purple eyes were glassed and distant and he kept giggling in happiness and delirious glee. His face was flushed and Alfred looked down to take the event on his mind trying to understand.
The man wore a long scarf and dressed a tank top and dark trousers. His feet were bare and Alfred could see the rubbed raw lines on his ankles. He looked up again to the man seeing him still giggling and trying to free his arms from the tight chains as blood crawled through his arms.
''We will all be friends and happy together!'' the man mumbled and coughed but the glee only grew on his face and eyes that started to fog and drop a bit in tiredness. The man kept struggling intensely though, while was deeply lost in a wave of pleasure and happiness and Alfred turned the light off and walked away listening the pleads of ''Don't leave, we will be friends and then they will let us go and the-''
The door closed and Alfred looked around in sympathetic despair. How could they do that to someone? How?
The chains got louder and a raspy yell of 'PLEASE JUST SOMEONE! TAKE ME FROM HERE.' was heard as Alfred walked away with a disturbing feeling of sadness and fear inside his chest.
The voice cracked between giggles and desperate yells that were muffed and incomprehensible with the distance and Alfred decided that if he will be obliged to wait for the perfect time to leave that God forsaken place he will find who that man was and what was that.
little drabble, please don't kill me xD
posted on my blog too. I'm still thinking if I will follow through this idea. Perhaps I will but I warn that this may become rusame bromance and will be dramatic... Why? Why? XD
When my vacations come to an end I'll think about this ^-^
reviews or comments are appreciated.
sorry for any mistake.