Chapter 9
*NOTE: I do not own Hetalia. *
After that night with Francis, Amelia became very cautious of her surroundings, anytime someone called her name she would jump.
"Jones." Cludd said. Amelia jumped slightly.
"Y-Yes sir?" She asked. Cludd looked at her confused.
"I need you to go on lookout in the west part of the woods." Cludd told her. Amelia nodded her head.
"Yes sir." Amelia said. Cludd nodded to her, and walked away. Amelia grabbed her gun, and started to walk into the west side of the woods.
"Where you going?" Francis asked her. Amelia jumped, and turned around.
"I have to go do lookout on the west side of the woods." Amelia told him.
"Okay, be safe." He told her. Amelia smiled, and winked, he returned the wink.
Amelia soon made her way to the woods, she set up her location up in a tree, so that hopefully no one would find her…hopefully.
While on lookout, Amelia heard some twigs crunch under feet, Amelia thought that it was her team or even Francis, but she was wrong. Amelia felt two pairs of arms grab her and pull her down. Amelia screamed at high pitched as she could, but the one of the figures put a cloth with a chemical that knocked her out.
Meanwhile at the camp. Francis was starting to worry, as he did hear a noise, in the woods, but it could have been a bird or animal, but Francis wanted to check just in case. He made his way to the woods, and looked around. He saw something up in the trees, but it wasn't Amelia, but rather her gun and supplies. Francis started to freak out, and ran back to camp.
"AMELIA IS MISSING!" Francis yelled, he covered his mouth, as he just released what her real name was. Several soldiers approached him.
"Who's Amelia?" Cludd asked.
"Oh sir I meant Allen." Francis said. Cludd looked at him.
"Honesty is the best policy." Cludd said coldly. Francis sighed.
"Okay, okay. Allen Jones is really Amelia jones, she joined after her brother and father died, along with her mother." Francis told him.
"So Jones is a girl?" Cludd asked. Francis nodded.
"Wow, she did a good job hiding it." Cludd said. Francis pushed that away.
"We have more things to worry about, she is gone, her gun, and supplies are still in the tree, but not her, and I swear I heard a scream earlier." Francis told him.
"Well we need to look for her don't we." He said.
"Wait you're not mad that she lied?" Francis asked.
"Amelia needs all the help that she can get, I'm not worried about a small lie." Cludd said to him. Francis nodded. Cludd started to announce.
"ATTENTION, ONE OF OUT SOLDIERS IS MISSING, WE NEED TO FIND HER, ASAP!" Cludd yelled. Many soldiers mumbled in confusion.
"Sir what do you mean 'her'?" Clay asked.
"Jones was a female in disguise." Cludd said. Clay went silent.
"Lets go!" Francis yelled. He grabbed his gun, and ran. He was pissed, the love of his life was either alive or dead, and needed to find her.
Meanwhile. Amelia woke up, strapped to a chair. Amelia groaned, as her head was sore. She looked down to see that she was strapped down. She tried to un-latch them, but they were too strong, and powerful.
"Glad that you could make it." A voice growled. Amelia looked around for the voice.
"What the hell do you want with me?" Amelia screamed. A figure approached her from the shadows. A tall man, with slick back blonde hair, and bright blue eyes.
"Language Mr. Jones." He said. Amelia froze.
"How do you know my name." Amelia asked.
"I have my ways." He said. Amelia growled, and tried to get out again, but not only were the straps to tight, but the man punched her hard in the face.
"Now, stay still." He said.
"In you dreams dipshit." Amelia said. The man slapped her again, she took it though.
"If you must use profanity, then please use it in a manner more proper to your master." He said. Amelia spit in his eye.
"Never." Amelia said. The man stood up, and laughed a very dark laugh, more like a growl of some sort.
"Oh my we have a fighter, well, I better get some more back up." He said. Amelia glared at him.
"Oh Feliciano." He said. A small figure with red hair, and a curl came running into the doorway.
"Yes Ludwig?" Feliciano asked. Ludwig pointed to Amelia.
"Take care of him while I'm gone." Ludwig said. Feliciano nodded his head, his curl bouncing up and down.
"Okay." Feliciano said. Ludwig nodded and left the room. Feliciano walked up to Amelia.
"Okay, Mr. Jones, by the rules of Ludwig- "
"Fuck Ludwig!" Amelia screamed. Feliciano slapped her hard. Amelia spit the blood from her mouth into Feliciano's face.
"Don't come near me you son of a bitch!" Amelia screamed. Feliciano wiped the blood off of his face. After that he approached her.
"I think you need to learn a lesson." Feliciano told her. Amelia glared at him. Feliciano grabbed Amelia's latches, and unlocked them. Amelia tried to run away, but he punched her hard in the stomach. Amelia lost her breath, and fell to the ground.
"Now maybe if you behave, you won't get the whip." Feliciano said. Amelia knew what was coming, she knew what the soldiers did to certain prisoners of war.
"Get away from me you pig!" Amelia yelled. Feliciano laughed.
"I don't think so." Feliciano said. He grabbed her shirt, and ripped it off, revealing the vest around her chest. He paused.
"You're a woman?" he asked her. Amelia glared at him, and spit some more blood out of her mouth.
"Yeah? Why does it matter, don't you enjoy this you sick motherfucker?" Amelia asked. Feliciano looked disgusted with himself.
"That was the first time I've ever hit a woman." He said. Amelia expected more, but Feliciano stood up, and put his belt back on his pants.
"Does it bother you huh? Does it make you feel powerful?" Amelia asked in a growl. Feliciano walked backwards.
"I am so sorry." He said. Amelia scoffed.
"If your so sorry, then let me go." Amelia said. Feliciano shook his head.
"I can't by the orders of- "Feliciano stopped talking, as the door opened. Ludwig came in with two figures hand-cuffed. Amelia tried to see what it was, but it was dark. Amelia sat up on the cold ground.
Ludwig turned the lights on. Amelia's eyes widened.
"D-Dad? Alfie?" She asked.
END OF CHAPTER 9
