Hetalia: Chained

Chapter: 2

This is the fourth story being updated... Anyway... Sorry people who liked my story! . I got caught up in stuff... You know. School and stuffs. Anywho. To the disclamo.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia TT^TT

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~Seychelles's POV~

I was shown where to go, and where not to.

Oh, but of course I'll be exploring the not-to places when this salaud is gone. Find any blackmail that can be used on him. Anything.

I silently trugged behind him, when he stopped. I walked into his back and glared.

"You just don't stop outta nowhere!" I yelled, and he glared at me.

"This is your room. Don't leave it unless you have to use the bathroom, eat, tend to the garden, or unless I call for you."

I glared back. But then lost the emotional support- for there was no France-papa-frere to drive this bully away.

I nodded my head, but had enough dignity to witheld my sigh, and walked into the small room. Closing the door behind me- letting him know any chance at talking or demanding anything from me was off.

Until he called for me to do whatever the heck he even had me for.

With that last thought, I walked to the bed- let details be saved for later- and flopped down on it.

I'm am completely exhausted.

Emotionally and mentally.

~England's POV~

She shut the door in my face, I could just tell she was refraining herself from slamming it, and even went so long without saying a word.

I wanted to just throw open her door, and yell at her, but I'm gentlemanly enough.

And- 'sides. I know my limits, and other people's emotional boundaries.

So I went to tend to work I had missed- having to go and pick-up my.. Prize.

I cleared my throat and went to my office.

A coat racket was the first thing I saw as I walked in, it was a corner of the room.

The small room consisted of a brown study table, a lamp on the top right of the table, to the far left of that lamp was a coaster for my tea, a feather dipped in ink lay a small ways from the lamp and there was a sheet of my current work neatly in the middle. A small pile of work lay next to that.

There was another lamp in the corner, with a low dim, and a small brown dresser stood behind the table, the dresser was of blankets and a few pillows- in case it got cold during the night or I just knew I wouldn't make it to my bedroom. With a few other important treasures inside.

I shrugged off my coat, and hung it on the coat racket.

I then sat in the cozy chair behind my table- of course any table used for work would have a chair behind it.

It was simple brown- like the table, and plush.

I then got off to my work.

Only to be interrupted again.

~Normal POV~

A blonde man stood outside the door of a mansion, with a smile apparent on his face. Glasses, and a weird strand of hair sticking up on the top of his head.

He ate a hamburger greedily and knocked on the door- hard and loudly.

"Duuuuude! Open the door! Dude!" He shouted out.

An irritated Brit slammed the door open and glared.

"What the bloody he- oh. America. Er... What do you want?" He glared again, he was finally just settling down to get his work over and done with- to be interrupted... Again.

"Arthur- dude! Let me in!" He yelled in the brit's face, though America was already considered inside the home. He was in the brit's face, and the only thing outside of the door was his butt.

"Don't call me that, Alfred!" He yelled, using the younger man's name as well.

"Dude~ Chill!" Alfred brushed him off, and pushed passed him. "Anyway! I came to say 'sup! You know? We barely talk and all."

England stopped, and stared. Then sighed.

"I guess I can save my work for tomorrow," he muttered, then looked back to the American. "Let's go for a drink, than."

~Seychelles's POV~

What's that? A visitor?

I disobeyed the rule, and slowly walked to the hall, making sure to stay behind the wall.

I caught a glimpse of the man, he was wearing a brown jacket and cargo pants, he also had glasses.

I innocently let my head fall out more from behind my safe wall and kept staring and listening.

Apparently and didn't talk much, and knew each other.

And now they were gonna go out for drinks.

That was when saw me.

"Yo dude! Who's zat?!" He pointed in my direction.

I widened my eyes, and started to run back to my room.

Too late.

"Seychelles!"

I sighed, not even one full day at this place and I'm already in trouble.

I stiffly turned back, faking a large plastered smile.

"Y-yes? England... Sir!" I decided to try and play this out.

"What are you doing out of your room?" He glared at me.

I looked down and mumbled,

"I have to go to the bathroom."

He glared at me.

"What?" He asked, looking down at me.

I wanted to sigh in relief, it seems like he'll believe this.

"I... Have to go to the bathroom," I spoke louder this time, and he just looked at me- with a nonbelievable face.

Ugh, I was hoping that it would work.

"Yo, Dude! Who's that chick?" asked.

England looked at him, then to me.

"Oh. Ugh. This... Is Seychelles, the Bloody Frog's island- that I won from that battle. Seychelles, this is America," he sighed.

I looked at America, then ran to him.

"Help me! Help me! This salaud has kept me prisoner here!" I yelled, then pointed to the collar on my neck. "Help me please?"

He looked down at me, not knowing what to say.

"Bloody he- Seychelles! Go to your room!" England yelled at me, I didn't listen. This could be my one way out.

America blinked then grinned, deciding to play along.

"Don't worry, Seychelles! The hero America is here to save you!" He yelled, then grabbed me, threw me on his shoulder and started to run to the door.

I blinked, and realized my mistake. I don't even know this person! He could very well be one of those perverts France-papa-frere talked about!

So, I did what any other person would do, I kicked my legs and punched his back.

Hey looked at me with question.

"Dude, didn't you ask for help?" He asked, as we were just at the door.

"P-put me d-down! P-pervert!" I yelled, scared.

His eyes widened.

"W-what?! P-pervert?! I'm not a pervert!" He yelled, shocked, and put me on the ground.

I stumbled over to England, then heard what he said.

"Wait... Wha?"

England's face was red, and he glared at me.

"You! Get upstairs! Now!" He yelled at me, and I bowed to America, then obliged.

I was embarrassed beyond compare.

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