A/N: Hello there! This is my first time posting a Hetalia fanfic, so we'll see how this goes~
There is surprisingly little smut in here, at least for now. The rating may go up later.
Please keep in mind that this is a fanfiction I'm writing for my friend, and not everything make sense, and I personally think there is some major OCCness in here. But enough of my rambling, enjoy, and feel more than free to leave a review c:
As I woke up, I found myself dazed and confused. I took my hands to my head in a pathetic attempt to try to make it stop spinning. My head was just a big mess, what had happened?
I finally opened my eyes, and found myself in a dimly lit room. It was dark, but I could make out a bed, a little light, and a chair. And Greece. Greece? What on earth was he doing here?
I was about to ask him what that had happened, but he seemed to read my dazzled expression and said: «Don't worry, the effects of the aesthetics will be gone soon.» I looked at him even more confused. Drugs? Aesthetics? What on earth was going on?
Also at this question Greece seemed do read my mind, as he said «You probably wonder where we are, and what's going on. Well, I'm honestly not quite sure where we are, only that it's far from any of our countries. Why we are here? Well, I don't want to say too much, but..»
i stared at him, why couldn't he just tell me? Of course I didn't say this out loud, but nodded, to show I was paying attention.
«Well, Japan, you see-» Greece started, but suddenly a muted moan broke my chain of thought. It sounded like it might be from a room nearby.
I looked at Greece once again, startled.
All of a sudden, Greece cheeks got a slight tint of pink to them. I saw he take a deep breath, while mumbling something about a certain Frenchman keeping his voice down.
He looked at me again «Well, as I was saying... Well, first of all; You are all safe, no one is going to hurt you too much, not me at least..» He stopped a second and shuddered of some mental image in his head.
What Greece was telling me made me even more confused. Of course were I safe, why wouldn't I be? What was this place? What was that moan? Was someone in pain?
«Uhm- excuse me for being rude Greece-sama, but what about that moan then? What was that? Could you please tell me why I'm even here?»
My voice sounded small against the cool stone walls.
Greece looked at me, his eyes now with a sad gleam.
«Look Japan, I-» The faint sound of footsteps could be heard. They seemed to scare Greece, as he hurriedly continued:
«I don't have enough time.
I'm sorry Japan, there's nothing I could do. Just- Try your best, try to handle it and don't get into to much trouble. Stay low! And if you ever find a way out, take it. But don't have your hopes up on trying to escape anytime soon. It's useless. And don't try to interfere with what's happening... It's no use..»
«But Greece-sama, please, why?» I heard myself cry out. Why was he telling me this? Why did he look so sad? Seeing Greece like this made the situation -if possible- even more confusing and horrid.
He looked at me with those sad, tender eyes. «Japan..» He stepped closer to me, his voice so low you could barley hear it. I didn't even have time to respond to the invasion of personal space, as he trapped me in a warm and secure hug. I still were i complete shock as he hurriedly whispered in my ear.
Even when he slipped through the wooden door, the words still lingered in the air;
«Please be okay.»