Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Warning: violence
ONE! TWO! On each count, shoulder collides with steel and the groaning vibrations of the door joins the gasping, desperate breaths that fill the pitch black hallway.
THREE! And the metal door crashes open with a BANG and rattles half off its hinges as Matthew rams it open, bursting out of the building, stumbling and grasping for hold through cold night air. He recovers fast, and he is running, running, running away from that place. He's weak, he can barely see - he can't go back for his glasses and the moonlight only casts silver haze and darker shadows around him. But he knows that if he stops or slows down, he will be caught.
CLASH! RATTLE! Matthew slams hard into the chain link fence and rebounds off it, falling on his back. Crunch. His body freezes up, the sound is coming from somewhere behind him, back towards the building and he scrambles to his feet and is off, dashing away following the fence. Exitexitexit.
There! He spots a gap in the fencing, where the links had been forced apart and he can fit through there and he lunges towards it - NO! but is grabbed from the back of his shirt and thrown to the ground.
Growl. Before he can get back on his feet, his legs are pushed down and his arms are outstretched and pinned below the elbows. The man straddling him leans down, bringing his head closer to Matthew's so that despite his blurry vision and the darkness, he can clearly see menacing blue eyes. The pressure on his limbs is increased and he can feel his breath on his face.
"Matthew," Alfred snarls. "Don't run."
AN: Thank you for reading! This is a three-part story that I wrote for tumblr a few months ago. Enjoy the rest!