Unexpected Capture

The first thing he noticed was that his head hurt.

Germany groaned. The pain shot through his skull and occupied his thoughts. What did he hit his head on to cause this pain? Germany took one of his hands to grasp his head.

At least, he tried to. His hand didn't get that far before it wouldn't go any further before a rope-like material dug into his wrists. He couldn't move his legs, either. Analysis showed that, not only was Germany's head aching, but he was also tied at the arms and legs of a chair.

Germany's pale, blue eyes opened in a flash...only to see pitch darkness. He rotated his left shoulder and discovered that his sight had been cut off by a piece of fabric. Tied down? Head aching? Blindfolded?

The German nation cursed under his breath, yanking the ropes that restricted his arm movement in vain hope that they would slacken while thinking about any nation who would want to kidnap him. Russia was at the top of the list, along with a few others who may still hold a grudge.

No matter how many times he tried, the rope would not slacken. Germany had no choice but to quit his efforts for the moment. He sat back into the chair while trying to figure out where, exactly, he was being held at.

The dampness and chilly air suggested that Germany was currently underground. A basement, maybe? The air didn't smell as musty as most basements usually did, suggesting that whoever lived here cleaned the area once in a while and...Was that...? Germany sniffed the air again. Ja, Germany thought, nodding his head.

Along with the normal basement air, Germany detected a stale but still noteable smell of tomato sauce. Either someone opened a jar of the suace in the past few days in this location, or a jar slipped out of someone's hold and shattered on the floor.

Germany's hidden eyes narrowed. His list of possible captors became shorter, yet he also added a name or two. Now, Germany thought, which nations are obsessed with-

He cut off his train of thought when his ears picked up the sound of an opening door followed shortly by the sound of a light switch turning on. Footsteps resonated in the basement, gradually getting louder as the person got closer to Germany until they came to a complete stop...right in from of Germany.

Germany braced himself, muscles tensing. Whoever his captor was, he or she was going to have a difficult time getting a reaction or any information from him!

A hand grabbed the blindfold and yanked the piece of cloth down. The sudden light made Germany wince. It also did nothing to help his headache.

Blinking, Germany turned his attention to glare at his captor...only to jolt in surprise. "W-was zur Hölle?"

The person in front of him definitely was the last person Germany would've expected to kidnap him. However, his wide-eyed attention flickered from said person to the knife held in one hand, and then to his captor's hate-filled eyes. Germany's body became cold when his captor opened his mouth and spoke familiar words in a familiar tone.

"Ready for some fun, potato bastard?"