Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or the characters used
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Day 1:
Today is one of the worst days ever. I was minding my own business, not bothering anyone, and now I've been kidnapped. I'm hoping that this journal will get published into a book, and I'll become a famous author. So, I'll start from the beginning when this all started.
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"BRINNNNNG!"
The bell rang throughout the whole town. Everyone was panicking, despite my dad's attempt to calm everyone down and evacuate the town in an orderly manner. His efforts were in vain, though. We would only have an hour or so to get any valuable and personal possessions before everything was gone. The town was getting attacked by the Vikings.
Oh, right. You probably don't know what those are, do you? Well, Vikings are these people who have these huge ships and attack villages and town all across Europe in a matter of just hours. Almost no warning, too. Unfortunately, my town was next. My mom was getting my brother and I to hurry up, or else we will die.
Why do I have to love my brother so much? We were running to my horse to get away safely when he tripped and fell. The Vikings were gaining on us, setting fire to everything. I stopped, dropped what I was carrying and helped him get up. I was grabbing my things again when I felt a hard pull on my shirt collar. Before I could comprehend what was happening, I was yanked up into the air. Don't get me wrong, I put up a hard fight.
"You little brat!" I heard my captor say. That was the last thing I heard before I felt a huge thud on the back of my head and I blacked out.
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When I woke up, I was chained to a thick wooden pole, and there was the unmistakable smell of sea salt in the air. Right away I knew I had been captured by the Vikings.
"Hey, you're finally awake, you silly sleepyhead!" The source of that obnoxious voice became known to me. He was a tall man, in his twenties. He had bright blue eyes, and blonde hair that stuck up in every direction. He was the type of person that will get on my nerves quite easily.
"Who are you and why am I here?" I said, trying not to show any nervousness in my voice.
"Oh right, how rude of me! My name's Mathias, captain of this Viking ship. You are my captive. So, what's your name?" he said. Yep. He was defiantly going to get on my nerves.
"My name is Lukas. I would to be brought back to my town, now."
"About that," his voice faltered a bit, "We already destroyed your town. Everyone that wasn't captured was killed. As far as I know of, you and two other people were the only survivors."
I freeze for a second. They killed everyone? My family? My friends? My brother? They couldn't have killed my brother. They just couldn't have.
"Who are the other survivors?" I asked. My eyes were still wide.
"Ah, I can't tell you that yet. I have to make sure you won't try anything, right?"
"I suppose that would be smart, seeing as how I'm your prisoner, I don't think you would give me the luxury of knowing who else from my town were spared," I say, still trying to keep my cool, "But can you tell me this: Why did you capture me? Was it just because I fell? You could have just killed me right then and there."
"Um, I don't really know. I thought you looked cute franticly scurrying around, I thought I'd just pick you up and see how cute you really are."
I was furious with his answer. How could he do that? He took me away from my brother, just because he thought I was cute! That is outrageous!
"Here, I should probably bring you to where you'll be staying," he said as he untied my from the pole, and lead me to my new room. If my hands weren't tied up, I would have punched him right there.
Eventually, we reached this little room. It was actually better than I thought it would be. It had a bed, a dresser, (Not that I had anything to put in it) and a lamp.
"Not that I'm complaining, but, isn't this a little much for someone whose your prisoner?"
"Oh, yeah! This is my room. You'll be in here with me! Got make sure you don't try anything!"
Oh, Lord. Please get me out of here.