Hello, and I hope you all had a very merry Christmas! I also hope you readers out there have been enjoying the story so far, I apologize about running into some plot holes here-and-there, but they should be very minor. My main concern is whether the story is making sense or not, and I'll try to keep things clear!
'The damn door's locked!' Kimi thought angrily as she jiggled and tugged on the doorknob, 'Well that's just great, not only did I get captured by a guy who's ass I could've kicked easily, but I let poor Italy get caught when I was supposed to be his body guard while Germany was busy!'
While Kimi's conscience was beating her with guilt and scolding, the doorknob began to jiggle after a small click. She quickly turned around as the door creaked, scrambling to her feet into a defensive stance ready to protect herself. Instead of seeing one of the Allies, Italy was thrown through the door onto the rug.
"Italy! Are you okay?" She gasped, rushing over to him and kneeling by his side.
"I'm fine, but they'll be back soon!" He responded, his voice a bit shaky.
"What's happening?"
"The Allies are thinking of what to do with us, but they are still planning."
"I guess all we can do is wait, hopefully they'll just send you back over to Germany's house."
"But, what about you?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure I'll find a way to get outta here, or not…whatever happens."
"Uh, am I interrupting something?" France asked, popping his head through the door; his face covered in bruises and slightly bleeding scratches.
"OH NO, IT'S FRANCE! HELP!" Italy cried, quickly ducking behind Kimi.
"What do you want, France?" She demanded sternly, standing protectively in front of Italy like a human shield.
"Ohhonhon~! Not to worry, ma dame~" He chuckled, "It is not little Italy I am after, for I am here for you."
"Running an interrogation or something, what is it?" Kimi furrowed her brows and clenched her fists tighter.
"You'll see…" France grinned, "Please, come with me." He instructed, extending a hand to her.
Hesitantly, she reached for his open hand; glancing reassuringly to Italy who was still curled up in fright. Looking back to France and grabbing his hand, she was then led out of the room to who knows where.
"What will happen to Italy?" She asked, her tone concerned.
"Not to worry mon amie, he's being sent back to Germany, we can't do a thing with him." France answered as they walked through the halls. "Now the question is, what will we do with you?"
Kimi didn't say another word the rest of the way, but was incredibly tense about the thought of whatever fate has planned. Inside of a room, she took a seat in a wooden chair in the middle of the rug while he left, the door locking behind him.
'This ought to be interesting; I wonder how much I'm going to laugh my ass off about this later.' Kimi giggled, but straightened out her face when she heard footsteps coming from outside the door.
The knob started turning and the door swung open, that's when America, England and France entered. There was an awkward silence that filled the small room, most of the strange feeling getting to America. Kimi sat slumped in the wooden chair with her hands in the pockets of her sweatshirt, and her head tilted down at the ground.
"What are we going to do with you?" England asked her, his voice a bit uneasy from the atmosphere.
"Not sure, you guys can figure it out." She responded in a flat tone, not even looking up from the floor.
"How could you, of all people, get captured by France?" America questioned.
"He threatened to hurt Italy if I didn't submit, what else was I going to do other than smashing his face in?" Kimi shrugged.
"So that's why the toad's face looks uglier than usual." England smirked, letting out a couple snickers.
"Shut up, caterpillar!" France whined, "I'm the one who captured a useful prisoner from The Axis!"
"You've got a point, let's see what we can get out of her." England proclaimed. "So, what information do you hold?"
"Afraid that I can't say anything unless you give me a specific question to answer." She explained.
"I see…" England murmured, "Then tell us this, what do you know about they're top secret training?"
"It's trivial, but certainly not redundant." Kimi replied.
"Really?" He sighed, "How trivial?"
"Basically he's just asking questions about a certain scenario, and then we answer."
"Wait, seriously?" America asked, "You aren't messin' with us, are you?"
"I'm a terrible liar, if I wasn't being serious, I wouldn't be able to refrain from laughing."
"Aw, you're no fun." America pouted.
"What, were you hoping that I would lie?" She asked.
"Then tell me this, are you and Germany more than just friends?" England asked.
"I guess, but if we were more than friends it would be a Platonic relationship until further notice." She answered.
"Strange, you mean to tell us, that you haven't picked up on any signals?" He asked again.
"I've seen his face turn red a couple times, but other than that, I haven't noticed anything weird."
"I don't believe that." America scoffed in disbelief.
"Sorry for telling the truth…" She mumbled, "I guess I'm not interrogation material."
"N-no it's nothing like that-!" England reassured, "You're being very cooperative, which is good! America is just being a bleeding idiot like usual."
"Hey!" America whined, "I'm just saying that it's impossible how she doesn't notice any evidence!"
"Evidence of what?" She asked innocently.
"Um-nothing! Just, nothing." He stuttered.
"Oh, okay…"
"So you haven't noticed anything at all?" France asked.
"I can't say that I've noticed, how should I know?"
"Hasn't he hinted to you?" England questioned skeptically.
"I doubt it, I've already told him that I'm a bit oblivious to hints; I don't even know what hinting looks or sounds like."
"Right then, I guess we'll try something else." England announced while rubbing the back of his head.
"Okay, sorry for not being much help."
"No, no- you're fine, but these questions are starting to get a bit awkward…" England sighed.
"True, so now what?"
"We're going to discuss that matter, please wait here." He answered, before ushering France and America out of the room.
Without even needing to lean against the closed door, Kimi began to hear bickering beyond the walls. From the sounds of it, France said something to upset England and America. Kimi shook her head pitifully; she knew it was typical for France to end up as that perverted imbecile who everyone bitch-slaps. Eventually, the three came back into the room, exchanging confirmative glances.
"Alright, we've made a decision~!" France chimed, "Since it seems like you'll be here for a while, we figured it'd be good to have you help out around here."
"Fine by me, I guess if I'm stuck here I might as well do something."
"Oui, now come along, we need you to get changed into uniform!" He declared, taking Kimi by the hand and leading her out.
"UNIFORM?" America and England blurted out at the same time, but were cut off when the door slammed shut.
Break.
"France, what the hell did you do?" England demanded angrily.
"Oh calm down, caterpillar." France chuckled, "I simply figured that she needed to be in uniform if she's going to be working around here~"
"Germany's going to kill us if he finds out about this!" England shuddered.
"Oh merde, I haven't thought about that!" France shivered.
"What are you two scared about? Germany's probably going to be blushing too much to even acknowledge it was France's fault!" America laughed.
"Mon dieu! That would just make him even angrier!"
"Oh come on now, I'm sure you'll be fine as long as Germany doesn't decide to tear ya limb from limb!"
"If Germany just goes after France, I'm going to laugh my ass off!" England snickered. "It'd serve you right, you toad!"
"Shut up, how could you not care whether I die at the hands of that brute?" France cried.
"I could care less of what happens to you, as long as I'm not caught in the middle of it!" England laughed, but went silent as he stared off into the distance.
France and America followed his gaze over to see Kimi peeking from behind a wall where the corridor turned into a route.
"Hey, there you are!" America called warmly, "C'mon over here!" He gestured with a friendly smile.
Timidly, Kimi reappeared from her hiding and started walking over to them, the click clack of her black Mary Jane high heels echoing in the halls. America and England's faces turned bright red as she approached, wearing a short black maid dress that had a ruffled white apron, short sleeves, and a high collar, fishnet tights, and a ruffled headband.
"Ah, the dress is a perfect fit~!" France mused.
"Right, so what are my orders?" Kimi asked as she stood in front of them.
"U-uh, let's see…" America stammered, rubbing his chin to think.
"America, we don't have time for this, another group meeting is about to start." England announced.
"Alright, fine." America frowned, "I guess Kimi will just have to wait outside of the meeting room until it's over."
"Fine by me." She nodded.
"But what if she tries to escape behind our backs?" France questioned, "I say we keep an eye on her during the meeting!"
"Well which is more important, keeping information classified, or preventing me from escaping?" Kimi asked them in a slightly unamused tone.
"Okay, I've got an idea!" America cheered, "How about we bring her in, and see what China and Russia think. Then we can all vote on what we do."
"Seems simple enough." She shrugged, England and France following.
"Great!" America cheered, quickly picking her up in his arms and bolting to the meeting room.
'And here we go again…' She thought blandly. 'Seriously, am I that fun to carry around?'
"Yo, China, Russia!" America greeted loudly, kicking open the meeting room door.
"What the hell, aru!" China screeched, practically jumping straight out of his seat.
"It's time for a vote!" America declared cheerfully.
"Quiet down, what are you trying to do, turn us def?" England hissed.
"I'm just making sure that everyone can hear me and my heroic voice!" He chuckled. "Right, now to debate!"
"Before you say another word, I'm going to explain." England interjected. "The decision is on whether the prisoner stays in here during the meeting so we can keep an eye on her, or we just have trust in her to not try and escape during the meeting if she waits outside."
"Can I make a suggestion?" Kimi asked politely, "Couldn't one of you just keep an eye on me while I wait outside of the room?"
There was a sudden pause as the Allies stared at her, but she didn't make eye contact with any of them. Her head was tilted to look at the ground, hiding the fact that her cheeks were a little red out of embarrassment after absorbing their gazes.
"Sorry, I'll just be quiet now." She murmured.
"A-actually, the idea might work out." England said before clearing his throat. "All in favor?"
Everyone seemed to agree, but said it in a slight state of awkwardness still lingering about.
"Okay then, now who is going to watch over her during the meeting?" England asked.
"I say that I should be the one to watch her, after all, I am the hero!" America rooted.
"You git, you're the one in charge of this bloody meeting, so that means you have to stay here!" England protested.
"You aren't saying that we leave her with you or France right?" America smirked.
"Heavens no, I don't trust that toad with her at all, and I need to be here so things don't get out of hand." England retorted.
"Fine, than it's either China or Russia." America pouted.
"Since voting would probably just cause more bickering, let's just have them draw straws." England sighed, "Russia, China, pick a straw; shortest takes the shift."
England held up two straws clenched in his fist, but loose enough to let China and Russia pluck one. Once they chose their straw, the decision was decided.
"Russia, you're in charge of making sure that the prisoner doesn't escape." England instructed.
"I understand." Russia grinned innocently.
"Cool, then I guess we'll be waiting outside." Kimi nodded, before releasing herself from America's arms and headed out the door with Russia.
"Wait a minute…" They all suddenly spoke, "WHAT HAVE WE JUST DONE?"
Despite their hysteria of what might happen, Kimi and Russia hadn't even made eye contact with each other. The two stood in the middle of the halls in front of the closed door in silence, contemplating on what to do.
"So, Russia…" Kimi spoke, "How have you been?"
"I'm fine, thank you." He responded warmly.
"I'm sorry that we haven't gotten well acquainted that much, I haven't had the time to talk with you." She said nervously.
"I understand; there's no need to be upset, da?" He smiled at her.
"Thanks for understanding, and I guess now would be a good time as any to get to know you." She shrugged, her tone optimistic.
"I have been wondering about you for sometime now." He proclaimed.
"Really?" She asked, arching a brow curiously at him.
"Da, I found it strange how a little thing like you could beat up France and America so easily."
"It wasn't what I'd call easy, a simple task to actually hit the guys, but not easily done when I reflect on moral standards." Kimi explained, "But I had training to not hesitate when protecting myself or others."
"Interesting, they said you took them down without the use of weapons."
"Anything can be used as a weapon, a fist or a foot, even a high heel or unloaded gun can be deadly."
"How do you know that?" Russia questioned.
"This show called Deadly Women had an episode where this woman killed her husband after bashing him multiple times with her high heel; then a story I read in High School was about a woman who killed her husband with a frozen leg of lamb. The unloaded gun can be used to pistol-whip or bludgeon someone to death if done right; and with a punch or a kick to the throat, that much force can be a fatal blow." She explained.
"I see…" He murmured, his smile widening.
"Anything else you'd like to know?" She asked to him.
Before Russia could even utter another word, a loud ramming noise erupted from the main hall where the front door was. Stunned, Kimi and Russia only stared in the general direction the noise was coming from.
"Our guests seem really anxious to come in, I think it's your sisters." She suggested to him, causing Russia to shudder and run for cover into a random room.
With Russia now hidden away, Kimi rushed off to answer the door. The door was on the verge of breaking off of its hinges after taking so much damage from who or whatever was outside, but despite the risk, she swung the door open.
"How can I help you-HOLY CRAP!" Kimi yelped when Germany burst through the open door and fell. "Oh, hey Germany." She greeted, ignoring the fact that he was now on top of her.
"O-oh, hey…" He greeted back nervously, frozen in place and blushing red.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" She asked.
"Right, we came to get you out of here!" He exclaimed, before helping her up off of the ground.
"Alright, let's go." Kimi nodded, and obediently followed Germany's lead as they fled out the busted doors.
"Come on, hurry!" Italy called from the driver's seat of his vehicle.
"Quickly, I think they know we're here!" Japan warned.
Since there was an open roof car, Germany and Kimi skipped the door and simply hopped into the backseat.
"DRIVE!" Germany commanded to Italy.
"Sissignore~!" Italy grinned, and went full throttle on the gas; speeding straight out of the mansion's premises.
"Thanks for gettin' me out of there, guys!" Kimi nodded, her hands to busy keeping the short hen of the maid dress from flipping up as the breeze started to pick up.
"No problem…" Germany replied, "Good gott, what on earth did they do to you?" He exclaimed.
"France made me dress up like this since America and England agreed putting me to work." She explained, "At least he didn't make me dress up any more indecent than this."
"Ve~! I think it looks cute~!" Italy chimed from behind the wheel.
"You really think so?" She asked to him, "What do you think Germany?"
"U-uh, it looks fine…" He mumbled, looking away to hide his bright red face.
Kimi tilted her head and slightly frowned, but didn't dwell on his sudden shyness. Quickly putting on a weak smile, she looked away from Germany to fix her gaze on the passing scenery as the car sped down the road.
Break.
After all of the havoc that went about that day, Germany decided to drive Kimi to her apartment while Italy and Japan kept a look out in case of the Allies at his house.
"Hey man, thanks again for coming to save me." Kimi grinned at him as she leaped out of the car.
"J-ja, of course." He stuttered.
"Alright, I guess I'll see you and the others later." She waved, and made her way up the stairwell to the second floor.
Germany looked around cautiously in case anyone was watching them, to both of their relief no one was there. He quickly nodded a farewell to her as she entered the building, and started the keys in the ignition before driving away. Now in the security of her own home, Kimi went straight to the bathroom for a shower and changed into baggy sweatpants, a t-shirt and a sweatshirt. Then after drying off her damp hair, Kimi flipped through the messages she had long forgotten about on her cell phone.
"Where on earth have you been?" A message from Katarina read.
"It's a long story, I'll have to tell you tomorrow or something." She typed in before sending.
"Sure, it's been a while since we last hung out." The reply said.
"Cool, we can talk about it over a good game of Left 4 Dead 2."
"Awesome, what time should I come over?"
"Around 12 or something's fine."
"Sweet! See you then!"
"See you then!"
After concluding the text conversation, Kimi closed the keyboard side of her cell phone and shoved it into the pocket of her sweatshirt. Under the feeling of lingering paranoia, she then hurried to her bedroom to retrieve a rubber mallet she had hidden away under her bed, before returning to the living room to watch TV.
"The next time I get jumped, I'll be ready to knock 'em out." Kimi said to herself, and sat back on the couch as her nerves settled.
A/N: And that's the end of the chapter, I hope you all enjoyed reading it! Also, I apologize for the plot-hole, I wasn't expecting to run into that…anyways, stay tuned for another chapter, thanks to all you readers out there!