A sound crack echoed through the room. "I'll ask you again - how did you get into this facility?" The agent growled into Alexis' face as a cry of pain ripped from her throat from the reddening mark on her face. "And I'll tell you again," she snapped back, giving the man a glare. "I don't know! We just woke up and we were laying in th-" she was cut off by the agent's aggravated voice. "Don't lie to me. We've got a whole list of questions to go through, so I suggest you cooperate or our session gets cut short."
Alexis clamped her mouth shut, giving the man a dirty look. "Alright," he continued, scrolling through his smartphone. "Why are you here? Were you possibly planning to bomb this facility and try to maim Mr. Alfred and the others?" An incredulous look crossed the girl's face. "Of course not!" She cried out. "I don't know why we're here, and I certainly wouldn't bomb the place!" The agent sighed. It was going to be a long day.
Over on Mila's end, things were going a bit more smoothly. "Alright," her brunette special agent asked her. "If you're so damned persistent that you don't know why you're here or how you even got here..." She sighed. "Then explain what happened when you, ah, woke up." Mila huffed, blowing strands of hair out of her face. "Okay. So, I'm like, just laying down to bed, right-?" The agent nodded. "So I scroll through my phone, reading a book on an app, and it's really stormy outside too, and there's lightning all over... Anyway, I fall asleep, and I feel something hitting my face." She took a breath before continuing. "So I wake up, and my friend you guys carted off was smacking me in the face, yelling at me to get up. Then we crawled through the ventilation shafts and foud a vent leading to some meeting room, I thought that pair of Italians were pretty cute-" the agent shook her head, muttering "Lovino and Feliciano."
"So I leaned forward to get a better look, and we came crashing down. Woke up, everyone panicked, and now I'm here." Mila finished, squirming in her binds.
"..." The agent was silent. She leaned in towards Mila's face and set a hand on her shoulder. "Alright. See, hon-" Mila scoffed. "I don't exactly believe you. I think you two are very sick girls who would really appreciate some help." The teenagers mouth dropped. "No way! You're not putting us in some loony bin! Jesus Christ, are you nuts? Let me go home! I'm not a criminal!" She began to yell, writhing violently in her straps tying her to the seat. The agent sighed, and clicked a radio strapped to her chest pocket. "I'm done questioning for today, get a pat down and cell ready and get them settled for the night." Mila looked panicked at that. "Cell? No, no way, you're n-" a guard burst into the room and clipped her wrists together, untying her from the seat and grabbing her arm to bring her along. "Please," she said tearfully.
Alexis joined her in the next cell over moments later, and they both looked at each other, silent sympathies making their way around the room. "Well... Crap," Alexis muttered, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "What're we going to do...?" Mila asked quietly, picking at her nails.
"I... I don't know..."
"Well, they did just get questioned... and they must have headaches from falling into that table..." a quiet voice said from outside of the cell.
"And? They've vandalized multiple countries, bombed some... but oh, ja, we should definitely let Fraulein Prinzessin and her friend over there sleep for just a moment longer, because they got questioned. Wake them up." A heavy German accent snapped back.
"Whoa-a-a, dude, vicious! I like it! But, yeah, man, we gotta wake 'em. Then it's time for some whoop-ass!" An overenthusiastic voice yelled.
"Ufufufufu..." A happy but somehow unsettling laugh echoed throughout the room, along with the sound of metal tapping against the stone floor.
Mila blinked, sitting up groggily and rubbing the drowsiness from her eyes. "Th' fuh's there...?" she mumbled, opening her eyes to see four figures gathered outside the cell's bars. "Jesus!" She yelled, skittering back and falling backwards off of the bed. Her head popped up as she scrambled to her feet, backing against the wall. "You're not here to question us or take us to court, are you? I can't go to court, man, my mom'll have a fit..." she rambled, and stopped at the bemused looks on their faces. "We're not here to to take you to court, dummkopf," a familiar-looking tall man with blond hair rolled his eyes. The blue-eyed man in glasses piped up. "Nah, we're just here to ask you some stuff. Possibly whip your ass. Y'know," he said. "The usual."
"Okay then," Mila said, looking around at the men. "Mind telling me who you are? I'm still new to the prisoner thing." Alexis groaned from her cell. "Well, at least you're acknowledging it, Mila. I'm still in disbelief. Though, for you, it was only a matter of time..." she grinned slightly. "Hey now..." Mila sighed.
"I'm America, call me that or Alfred. This is my bro, Canada, call him Matthew or Mattie or whatever you like," The blue-eyed two-eyed one grinned, pulling his brother over. The blonde man to the left groaned, before starting in. "I'm... Germany. This is Russia, some call him Ivan but..."
The tall man wearing a scarf cut in. "Ivan's okay." He gave the girls what should have seemed like an innocent smile, but it came across moreso as threatening. Mila let out a whispered "Jesus," in realization as Alexis eyed them all suspiciously, before slowly saying "Alright, then... I'm... Alexis. This idiot over here -" the girl gave her a look of despair. "- is Mila."
The blond man, dubbed Germany, opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Mila. "Whoa whoa whoa bud, before you guys start interrogating us, care to tell us why we're here? I need to go home, I've got a metric crapload of math homework to do..." Two of them, Germany and America, gave each other a confused look. "So... you don't know why you're here?" The violet-eyed twin of America's asked. Mila, scratching her head, answered with a quick no. America sighed audibly. It's gonna be a looong day...
"No, no, NO!" Alexis banged her head against the bars. "My gosh, you people... we haven't done ANYTHING! And if we have, I sure don't know about it!" The girl turned towards her friend and asked desperately, "Mila, you didn't do anything illegal in my name, did you...?" Mila shook her head. "It's impossible for you to have NOT done any of these things!" Germany snapped, tossing the file of their supposed crimes to the floor.
"You know what? Fuck right off," Mila snapped at the man. Alexis looked at her in disbelief. "I'm done trying to convince you people of anything. Clearly you guys' heads are stuck so far up your asses that y-" her words turned to a scared screech as a pistol was shoved through the bars of the cell, pointing towards her head. "I'd suggest you stop with the vulgarity and start with some answers," America smiled in aggravation, his finger on the trigger. Mila gulped slightly, then put a hand to her head. "Listen, we've been here for like... three hours," she said quietly.
"We're tired, you're frustrated, Canada left like an hour ago, and we're getting nowhere. I'd suggest we stop for tonight..." Alexis pressed gently, continuing off of Mila's words. America, lowering the gun, kicked the bars of Mila's cell and muttered "Damn..." He looked up between the two, sighing. "Okay. We're leaving... for tonight. We'll be back at six tomorrow and you better be ready to own up. C'mon, guys," he tossed his head towards the other two, and they all left. Just as Mila thought the interrogation was over, Alexis started in on her.
"What. Were. You. Thinking?!" She yelled, grabbing onto the bars and glaring at the girl. "Saying that to them? Russia had a freaking faucet with him! I could see the dried blood on it! And you could have gotten shot right then! What was that?" Mila glared back at her, snapping. "I was thinking that I was super-pissed because they kept accusing us of absolute bullshit, like, burning a swastika in Berlin? That's a death wish! A bomb in Moscow? Christ almighty, we'd get burned alive, put out with vodka, and set back on fire if we did that!" Alexis rolled her eyes. "No time for stereotypes, Mila. Anyway... I'm so tired..." she mumbled, walking towards her bed and laying down.
"Same here... we're here for no reason, wanted, and... I'm supposing you figured out by now who they are..." Mila muttered back.
"Yeah..."
"They hate us... pretty crappy day if you ask me."
A small laugh. "Ha, yeah... good night, Mila."
"Good night, Alexis."
Another chapter done. It's a bit longer this time, which I think is pretty good... so, yes. Storyline so far is -
They've somehow gone to a 'verse where Hetalia exists. They're wanted for multiple crimes around the world that they haven't done, and they need to prove their innocence. So... yeah. Hope you like the chapter!
DISCLAIMER: Hetalia doesn't belong to me, but oh god, if it did... *licks lips* anyway, any similarities to any other stories are purely coincidental.