I don't own Hetalia.
I woke up to a steady beeping that I was ready to destroy by the time I was fully concious.
This was also a sound I remember well.
The sound of a heart monitor.
I blinked my eyes open, looking around the dreary room tiredly. There was no window, and someone was standing at the foot of the bed. I couldn't make out their features, though what he said next told me exactly who he was;
"You never told me you were a girl, Amerika. That is quite a big secret, da?"
My heart monitor held a flat line for about twelve seconds. He knew. Holy Roman Empire, he knew. Russia knew I was a girl. I heard him cruelly laugh.
"Yes, the surgery told me everything; it is kind of hard to miss the chest, despite it's compressed size. I am glad I did not leave you to die. You are, too, da?"
If I could have, I would have said no. But my throat was too sore to say anything, so I glared at him as strongly as I could. Unfortunately, that wasn't as strong as I needed it to be, and he laughed again.
"I do wonder why you of all people would hide being a girl, though. It may explain why you wanted sexism banished, but why are you still in hiding?"
It's not like he would understand.
"Possibly because you don't want to be treated differently?"
Maybe he would. The stupid commie probably had days to think about what he was going to say. How long was I out?
"I feel as though this conversation is very one-sided, don't you? So I will ask you some questions, and you will nod or shake your head yes or no."
I glared at him, then reluctantly nodded. He grinned.
"Brilliant. You would like to know how I found you, da?"
I nodded.
"You called me instead of Britain. I came to make sure you wouldn't die so I could get information out of you while you were still in pain, but the results of me finding and helping you were much greater than I had expected."
My heart rate sped up in anger.
"Second question, you would like to know where you are."
I nodded, and he laughed.
"A secret place I often visit when I wish to be alone. You will never figure out where you are or how to get back, so you will have to stay in the castle or die. At least, until I wish to leave."
Another rage fit on the monitor. How dare he capture me while I was almost dead? That commie had no morals! No shame! No heart!
"Third question, what about the upcoming meeting? I have sent replacements for the both of us. There is no reason to rush your recovery."
I wanted to rip his head off.
"Final question that I am going to tell you the answer to for now, what are my plans with you?"
He looked straight into my eyes, where I saw nothing but ice.
"That will depend on your behavior."
