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Greetings! Updating- becuase I have nothing better to do -_-
Discliamer: I do not own Hetalia characters, they belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. I only own my character Pandora Rosemary Alix.
3) Prison Break:
England sat on the floor of the Italian prison, slightly dirtied and exhausted. While he was the greatest spying nation in the world, he could gather any intelligence needed. However, he did have to admit he may have bitten off more than he could chew. He shouldn't have let America's challenge to find out where Romano's prime case of tomatoes was stashed. Now, he was trapped into his jail cell for god-knows-how-long.
What had driven him to be so reckless? Usually his younger brother's petty comments rolled off his back like water on a duck. It could have been his stressed nerves lately with the near economic crisis- the strained nature between other members showing. Maybe America had finally gotten to him...
*Flashback*
"Hey England, I totally dare you to sneak into Italy territory and find Romano's special tomatoes!"
England looked up from his newsprint and scoffed, "Now why on earth would I possibly do something incredibly stupid like that?"
"Because of you don't, I'll tell Pandora about this!" The hero country pulled a photograph of a familiar female with glistening dark hair in pigtails and violet eyes; dressed in a Lolita doll dress consisting of a short, purple skirt, white shirt with purple polka-dots, white stockings and dainty high heels. The picture triggered the memory of the day when she had dressed up like this as a joke, he had taken the photograph in a whim and swore to her it would be destroyed and wouldn't be used against her.
He was supposed to have destroyed it... But he didn't.
"YA BLOODY GIT! Unhand that this instant!" He tried to snatch the blackmailing image away but America was too quick.
"Do it- or else I'll give this to France."
"Oh cock... FINE!"
*End flashback*
He shook his head; he should have just burned that photograph and none of this would have happened. Why didn't he do it?
... Well, that costume was so cute on her figure. The skirt made her toned legs look so long, and the stockings allowed them to show off their lovely shape. The shirt was cotton and barely solid and tiny; her slim waist was accented along with the curves of her breast-
"Bollocks gent what's the matter with you?!" He shut his emerald eyes to erase the visualization his mind was giving him.
God, he had to get out before his mind fully left him.
Suddenly he heard a whispered 'pst' and his attention shot to the jail cell door where a familiar figure stood.
"Pandora?"
"You're not hurt are you?" He faintly heard her whisper as he for up and moved closer to the bars.
"No... What the devil are you doing here?"
"What else? Busting you out-" She flashed the door key as she inserted it into the lock and turned, opening the barred door, "-Come, quietly!"
She took his hand and led him out of the cell and past a sleeping Romano and Veneziano.
"Sleeping drug," Pandora explained when she saw the confused look on his face, "I slipped it in their wine glasses."
As soon as he felt the humid Italian night hit his face, he released a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"Thank you."
"No problem England." Pandora grip on his hand tightened, "Just promise me one thing."
"Yes?"
"I get to destroy photographs from now on."
He was thankful that it was too dark for her to see his face flush in disappointment.
-Enjoy!
-Phoenix