I've come to a realization after writing this chapter. I enjoy torturing my OC's. Warning: kidnapping happens in this chapter!
Anyway, enjoy this joyous chapter. I don't own Hetalia.
When Rosario got up the next morning, she was not pleased. She had to arrive at the UN at 6am, so she had to get up at 4 am to get ready. She rolled out of bed, crawled over to the bathroom and took her shower. After the shower she walked back into her room where she got dressed in the uniform that America gave her. It fit her well.
'It's still rather creepy that he knew my size for this though,' Rosario thinks to herself.
Making sure that everything is in place in the mirror, she moved onto hair and makeup. Now, Rosario was not a girly girl, but she knew enough about makeup to put on concealer/foundation and some eye shadow. She covered the dark circles under her eyes with the concealer, then she put on the matching foundation. She then proceeded to take out her massive eye shadow pallet. She had gotten it from a friend for her sixteenth birthday. She chose a light brown, something to highlight her eyes, while still being rather inconspicuous.
When she was satisfied with how she looked professionally, she went downstairs to find something for breakfast. She decided on a banana and some toast with Nutella on it. As she had just finished spreading the Nutella onto the toast, the doorbell rang.
'I guess he was serious about picking me up,' Rosario thinks, grabbing her banana, two pieces of Nutellad toast, and a bottle of Lipton diet iced tea before heading to the door.
Rosario's POV:
Standing outside was Alfred, wearing a suit with his hair slicked back. His suit was brown; under it was an off-white shirt and a brown tie. His hair looked like it was trying to escape from how Alfred had put it.
"You're carriage awaits," He says, bowing and extending his hand to show the car that I had seen oh, so many times.
"This isn't a fairytale you know," I tell him, taking a bite of my toast before walking out the door. I immediately walks back in the door because I forgot my bag. I grab a large canvas bag, black with a Disney logo on the side.
"What's in there, dudette?" Alfred says. I look up to Alfred and smile 'That sounds more like him.'
"Just some stuff," I say dismissingly.
"Like what?" Alfred prods.
"I have a notebook, come pencils, some pens, a couple of language dictionaries, a computer and some snack bars in case the meeting runs for too long," I say, showing the inside of the bag to Alfred.
"What about phone, keys and wallet?" Alfred says.
"Phone is in my pants pocket, as are my keys."
"And your wallet?"
"It's in this pocket," I point to a little inconspicuous pocket in the bag, "right here, along with some other things."
"What kinda things?" Alfred asks dubiously.
"Feminine things," I say, hoping he will finally take a hint. He seems to, given how he's just awkwardly looking away.
"I guess we should be heading off then," Alfred says, rubbing his head.
"I suppose we shall." I walk out the door and down the stairs that lead to my house.
"Well then, milady," America says extending his hand and making a grandiose gesture like a fairy tale prince.
"Despite my bag saying Disney on the side, this is not a Disney movie," I says, waiting for America to get up. We walk to the car, he opens the door for me, I slide in and he slides in beside me.
"Ya, well, I'm just trying to make you laugh at this point," Alfred says.
"Why're you trying to do that?" I ask, confused.
"To make up for the apparent stalking that I was doing to you," Alfred says sadly.
"Why were you, stalking me that is," I ask, wanting to know.
"I was trying to slowly give you back the money, but you always ran away, so I gave chase."
"Okay, you could've just told me that," I say.
"Wait, what?" Alfred seemed shocked by that concept.
"I just thought that you were stalking me after the event in January."
"So that's why you were running away from me!?" Alfred says surprised.
"Yeah," I say casually. "On the plus side, you made it so that I can complete my mile in under 7 minutes," I say trying to cheer Alfred up. He just looks at me.
"So, are we going to head to the UN?"
"We need to pick up the Brit first," Alfred says, giving the driver the address.
"Right away, sir," the driver says.
After a while, we leave New Jersey and head into New York state. I think the entire time as to how Alfred could've known about me. I decided to ask him.
"Hey, Alfred?" I say, trying to get his attention.
"What up, dudette?" Alfred says, looking at me.
"How were you able to find me in January?"
"Nuns."
"Nuns?" I ask, confused.
"Nuns," Alfred nods his head.
"Which order?"
"SSND."
"Should've known," I sigh.
"Why?" Alfred asks, surprised.
"Because the SSND works closely with the UN."
We sit together in silence. We start to enter the city. I look around the area. After a short time, we stop in front of an apartment building.
"I'll be right back," Alfred says, getting out of the car. He walks over to the driver's window. "Lock the doors; I don't want either of you to be kidnapped."
"Of course, sir," the driver says locking the door.
Alfred enters the building, greeting the doorman. He disappears into the building. After about ten minutes, he and the Englishman from the other day come out. The Englishman is wearing a black suit, a white button down shirt and a bowtie. The doorman waits for Alfred and the Englishman to get closer to the car before unlocking the door. Alfred sits up front while Englishman sits in the back.
"Rosario Rubio," I say extending my hand.
"I do believe that we've already been acquainted," the Englishman says, shaking my hand anyway.
"But I still don't know your name," I point out.
"Arthur," he says, "Arthur Kirkland."
"Nice to, officially, meet you, Mr. Arthur Kirkland," I give him a firm hand shake.
"So…" Arthur looks at me, "you'll be meeting everyone today?"
"Indeed I shall be," I nod my head.
"How do you feel meeting a representative from the entire world?"
"I'm a bit nervous, but who wouldn't be?" I joke.
"Just be careful, some of them can be very…extreme," Arthur says.
"I'll try to handle it myself,"
"If you get in too deep, the hero'll come and save you!" Alfred says from the front seat. The car screeches to a halt.
"Something wrong?" I ask up front.
"I'll be back, lock the doors."
"Is this some sort of Ao Oni game?" I muse to myself.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, but I can assure you that it is much more serious than that," England says, tense. I look at Arthur oddly. I hear a knock on the window. It was a man that looked like the rude Italian's doppelgänger. I roll down the window.
"Hello, there," I say with a smile.
"Who are you?" He says to me. He's wearing a tiny hat and he's playing with a knife.
"I'm Ros—" Arthur puts his hand over my mouth and drags me towards him.
"Ross?" the Italian looks at me, "strange name for a girl."
I head a door open, and suddenly, England's hand was gone.
"LET ME GO, YOU BLOODY WANKER!" Arthur says. He's being moved by a Canadian, or that's my guess at least, judging by the uniform.
"You'll be coming with us poppet," a man who looks like Arthur appears in the door and takes my arm. He drags me out of the car.
"What's going on?"
"You're being kidnapped," The Italian says.
"Oh, well then… I suppose you're expecting me to go quietly?" I say to them.
"Indeed, poppet," the Arthur lookalike says.
"Too bad!" I scream, turning to hit the look alike in the back of the head with my elbow.
"Ow!" he lets go of my hand.
"Not so fast, toots," a man comes up from behind me and grabs my waist, picking my up. I struggle to see who it is.
"Al." I glare at him. "Put. Me. DOWN!"
"No can do, Rosy." 'I HATE being called Rosy.' I elbow him in the face and kick him in the groin. He let's me go and falls to the ground after that.
"Not so fast," the Italian says, coming at me with his knife. I dodge, only for someone to grab me from behind. I never had a chance to fight. The person put a handkerchief to my face, with what I assume was chloroform or some other sedative.
"Was that really so hard?" a voice says, but I'm too far gone to be able to tell who's saying it.
Third POV:
America gets up from where he was struck down.
'Dammit, Al, what are you doing?' America puts a hand on his head, he takes it away when he notices wetness on his head. He looks at his palm to see red. 'At least it's not piss this time.' America says. "It'll heal in no time." America says to England.
"What was thatabout!?" England says. He looks at the direction that those scoundrels ran off in.
"My guess," America says walking over to England. "Would be that Allan wanted to test her."
"Why'd he want to do that!?" England says outraged.
"Because she kinda beat us out of her house once."
"Why were you two in her house?" England says, glaring at me.
"Because I was trying to give her back the money without the body guards freaking out," America states.
"Body guards?" England asks curiously.
"Congress has been freaking out recently. I got them to stop for a while."
"That still doesn't answer what you were doing with him in her house!"
"He got impatient and picked the lock," America says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"No wonder she kick you two out!" England says, exasperated and face palming.
"Yeah, she had just gotten out of the shower," America says. England looks at him dubiously. "She was fully clothed." America says, trying to cover himself.
"Sure..." England glares at me. "So... How are we supposed to get her back?" He says.
"We'll have to get the others... All of them..."
"Are you sure that that's a good idea? I mean... All of them?"
"Yup... All of them."
"I'll start making calls," England says taking his cellular device.
"Tell them to pass it on," America says. "I've got the Axis and the Allies; you call you're colonies and whoever else you can think of," America says dialling his phone.
"Understood." England called his former colonies.
So that'll end this chapter. Next chapter will be a rescue mission. I probably already gave it away, but guess who kidnapped Rosario.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter! See you next time!