Title: Let Me Be Your Knight

Anime: Hetalia Axis Powers

Characters: Ludwig (Germany) and Feliciano Vargas (N. Italy)

A/N: Well story number 3…..-sighs- Yet another Hetalia fanfic (GerIta again) this time it was actually inspired by a dream that I had, I'm not joking. IT WAS THE BEST DREAM OF MY LIFE!

Enjoy!

The young Italian hits the ground, blood oozes from his lips onto the cold floor causing some steam. He looks toward his attackers noticing only the light reflecting off the black pools. Visibility was zero inside the small dark room. The slightest breath could be heard and sometimes even felt. Cold and damp, almost musty. One of the mysterious men grabs a handful of Feliciano's hair, he waited for a reaction. The young man winced then gasped at the feeling of his head being forcibly pulled upward to meet the eyes of the man. He tries to wrench his head away, in vain.

"Now, now let's not try to resist bambino. ~ The more you struggle-" he yanked at the boy's hair, again earning a gasp. "The more pain you'll obtain."

"An Italian? How bizarre that someone from my own nation would kidnap me."

The man's voice was husky, maybe due to his age. It also smelled like alcohol and pasta. Feliciano smirked and spit blood at the man's feet. "Don't worry about me, vecchio; I can handle my share of torture." The rebelious act earned him a kick to the jaw. Some snickers and coughing flooded the room.

"Don't test my paitence, figlio di cagna! If the boss didn't tell me to keep you alive, you would have been long dead. " The man lift's the other chin. "Then again it's a shame to ruin this cute face of yours. Maybe if you give in to me I could make the stay a little bit more...heavenly." He grinned showing his awful smile. The teeth were yellow and crooked, he must be a tabacco chewer. Disgusting.

"I already have a lover, and when he relizes that I'm missing. Trust me, he'll come looking for me." He gave a rather cute smile despite the bruises and blood. "Then you'll regret-" Another kick this time aimed at the abdomen.

"Just shut it." Tapping from his shoes faded. "Listen bambino, while you are here. Anything. Goes." Feliciano didn't have to see to know that the evil grin was burned into that man's face. "Your little 'amante' won't be able to find you. Used and dumped, thats how it is when we have you." A stream of light crossed the room as one the henchmen opened the door.

"For now, wollow in your own pain." He laughed, slicking his ash hair back to push a fadora on. After he stepped out the two other stepped out as well. "Saluto bambino."

The light faded, inching away from the sole human left. "Accidenti a lui." Feliciano was finally alone, in a dark room, breaking down. "Please Ludwig. Please find me soon." All that could be heard was the crying of a teriffied being.

End of Chapter 1

T/N: Bambino- Boy

Vecchio- Old man

Figlio di cagna- Son of a bitch

Amante- lover

Saluto- goodbye

Accidenti a lui- Damn him