Author note: I dont own Hetalia or anything. "conversation" 'Mind talking themselves/mimic/music names'
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WILL BE VERY UPSETTING...
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(Hunters pov)
How can a weak man disappear undetective for 24 hours with no friends. No matter I have his friends and family here to suffer his causes. I should make them punish for his actions. Why not this England nation suffer. 'Hehe, yeah make him suffer for Italy's actions.' But before I could my agents Harrell and Thompson came in without knocking which made me a little mad but not enough as Italy did.
"Sir, We have words of agent Nelson that Italy is in France's house. What are your orders?" Agent Thompson said before I could tell them to leave. Which made me smile darkly and I could feel a few frowns and snarls from them. I looked at them "I say flush them out one way or another. Bring them here, when they are out."
Harrel and Thompson noded at my request and hurried off. I turn around and punched the only family Italy has. Romano stiffed and did nothing as he let his blood flow down from the side of his face. I gave him a second before I grabbed a hand full of his hair. Finally we meet eye to eye. His eyes burn in anger while I smiled at him. Even though I am smiling, I know I would have to break him down. One way or another.
I let go but I walked over to a disgusting, worn out german. He looked at me with a snarl which I had to smirk darkly. Then the idea hit me. How about a 'little' rough house with some medicine. I sure they will like it. But I want to test it on someone but who... I turn to look at England. He was still out so why not.
I walked over to him and uncuffed his chains to re-chained him onto the metal chair in the center of the room. Even with the low lighting I could see his face. I know they could see him until Romano yelled in fury "LEAVE TEA BASTARD ALONE! LEAVE US ALONE YOU GOD DAMNED BASTARD!"
I could help but laugh at this, his yelling. He still doesnt sound broken, no matter I will break him. As I laugh I heard someone yanking their chains which I turned to see France. His 'beautiful' eyes were no long full of love and life it is now broken, lifeless, and anger mix in one. I love this, their fury, their anger, depression, sadness, hatered, and hopeless. I love that. It makes my job worth while.
Even if it does pay extreamly well, it still makes me give that crocodile toothy grin to make even the big bad Grinch wince in pain. I walked over to the tray to find seven differnet shots, needles, and other utensils. So I grabbed a bottle and filled the two shots. I went over to Romano which we had a bit of struggle until I tied his arms down. With that I gave his medicine which it will only last for half the night. to him it will be almost three days. Knowing drugs will mess with the brain.
Once I was finished with Romano I headed over to England who just woke up. I smiled at this. "Ah, good your awake. Now lets get this on the road." He was looking around to find something or someone. "Wha-Who the bloody hell are you?! Where the bloody hell am I?!" seemed to have spooked him. Thats good start me. Good now for his punishement. I moved from the shadows with a darkening frown. I clinched my fist and began punching once the shot was in the tray. As I punched him ,repeatedly, I could slightly hear chains moving slightly around. England was a little shocked at first from his expression until I punched him again. It lasted at least five minutes but today I knew them alive. Bruised but alive.
His face was slowly getting this blue, black, and purple color of a grape. I still hit him as he cried in pain. Finally I was finished as his blood spilled on the floor, his clothes, my clothes, our hands, and my boots. I walked back to the tray and gave him his medicine again which he yelped which gave me ,my famous crocodile grin which seemed to last longer than a second.
I was finished with him anyways. Which I walked out to see one agent holding a folder. He said "Sir we lost two more angents. We are waiting if agent Nelson is in troble or dead."
"Why should we care for that bastard. We need these freaks alive and brought here. But our primary goal is Italy and America. Both sides of America. We can deal with Russia and a few of the others later."
"Understood sir!" with that he leaves down the million hallways of steel, iron, and a few metals. Now I started walking north from the 'TCR' and though to myself 'lets hunt us some Southern America or spacifically Confederate America. This is going to be fun.'
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Authors note: Sorry for another short story! Sorry for bad chapter as well!