Hetalia isn't mine, and it gets kind of violent, but nothing M happens. Far from M. Not that fluffy.
Anna tugged against the rope that was tied around her wrists, feeling as it dug into her skin. She was in a dark room, no windows letting light in, the only sound scurrying aof rodent feet and of water dripping somewhere . A tear rolled down her cheek. She just wanted to spend time with the love of her life, spend a couple more days with her father, then go back to England for classes, like any normal person would want. But no. She'd been kidnapped, not even able to fight against her captors as they had grabbed her as she'd gotten out of the car and thrown into a white panel van.
The door opened, and a man of medium height walked in, the light from the hallway illuminating the back of head, which had slicked back black hair.
"Ah, Miss Anna, pretty, pretty Anna. Beautiful skin, lovely eyes…" His eyes slid over her, and she felt him undressing her with his eyes. It was truly disgusting.
"You know, I've been waiting quite a long time for this opportunity. Fifteen years? Maybe more. You see, I never liked your father, but when he came back out of hiding a week ago, we were finally able to locate him here in New York. And his beautiful daughter with him."
"W-why are you doing this?" He ran a finger down her cheek, and she shivered at the touch.
"I never liked your father. His influence on the government, his carefree, easy life, his male partner, all sneer at what it means to be an American. When I was younger, I believed that if I truly killed him, I'd get rid of the corrupt government around me, and we could begin this great country once again. So, I slipped information to those on the enemy's side, hoping they could do the job for me. Imagine how disappointed I was when I watched him walk out of their headquarters scot-free. Well, if you want something done right, I guess you have to do it yourself. I just never expected for him to create such a grave weakness for himself, one who knows where the other bastards of his kind live, one as pretty as you…" His hand slid down her neck, lower and lower, and she instinctively launched her feet into his chest.
He grunted, his head pitching forward as he hit the ground. After a moment, he stood, and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. His face remained calm and serene, but his black eyes shown fury.
"I wouldn't have done that if I were you…" She felt the fist hit her face, pain in her arms and legs as she was kicked and beaten. She tried to fight back, her legs trying to kick the man above her, her skin cutting as she tried to free herself from her constraints. Her screams rang out, but to apparently deaf ears. Then it was over, and he was suddenly standing up, and exiting, a voice calling from the hallway about there only being "fifteen minutes, sir".
Finally alone, she let blackness take her as tears streamed down her cheek.
USUK
They parked a block away from the warehouse and got out, hand guns out.
"Marco, stay here." Alfred signaled him to stay put.
"No, that's Anna in there, I have to…"
"Stand guard and call the police if we don't make it out in fifteen minutes. This isn't a place for you, and we can take much more than you can. You've no military training, and if you got killed, I would never forgive myself, and Anna would be devastated." Alfred paused. "Please, she'll understand." He put a hand on Marco's shoulder. The boy reluctantly nodded, and sat back in the car.
"Fifteen minutes. Then I'm calling the police and heading in after you guys." Alfred nodded, and he and Arthur walked away down a dark alley, guns at the ready..
As they neared the fish monger's warehouse and ten o'clock, Alfred turned to England.
"You can stay back with Marco if you want. Why don't you-"
"I'm not losing you again, so don't even try." Alfred hugged him once, holding him close. He never wanted any of this to happen. If he'd never come out of hiding, if he'd been more careful, if he'd questioned Witness protection earlier about this, if he'd...
They entered the back of the warehouse as Arthur's watch clicked ten, their guns raised. It was a dark warehouse, crammed full of cardboard boxes, and full of garbage and fish bones. Water was dripping slowly out of pipes, which were broken and tossed all around the building. Then Alfred spotted a circle of light towards the other side of the building, and slunk down an aisle, Arthur continuing in the other direction, both so focused, they didn't notice the other wasn't following.
The light shown over a door, and Alfred slowly opened it, his gun at the ready. With a quick glance to either side of him, he peered into the room.
There was Anna, tied up in the center of the room to a pole, her head down. Her arms and legs were littered with bruises, and her cheek was a bright purple, her head lolling to one side. Alfred threw his training to the wind, and raced forward, not seeing signs that they weren't alone.
"ANNA!" Her eyes opened slowly, then focused.
"Daddy?" He ran and wrapped his arms around her, and felt as she shook in his arms.
"Did they do anything to you? Did they do…?" He untied her hands and helped her to her feet.
She shook her head, simply holding his hands, her head against his chest. "Oh, Papa, I'm so sorry…" She began to sob against him.
"Shh, you didn't do anything, this was all my fault. Let's get you out of-"
The door slammed shut behind them, and Anna was ripped from his arms as he was flung against the wall, his gun clattering away from him. A light flicked on, and Alfred realized that he'd fallen into a trap. Arthur, get out of here…get help…
Anna was held by a thug against the far wall, another one by him, and a ways away was another man, with black hair slicked back, gun in hand, and a smirk on his face.
"Mr. Jones, we meet again." As he spoke, Alfred realized he recognized his voice…it had been the man who'd delivered the notice from his boss for that mission all those years ago. He'd worked underneath Alfred, but the name didn't come to him.
"You were the rat…"
"'Course I was. Just thought I would finish the job those enemy bastards couldn't, except this time, it will more…personal." The man cocked the gun.
Alfred gritted his teeth. He should have been more careful. And now Anna was going to get hurt…more hurt because of this. If only… "Let Anna go, and you can have me, do what you wish." Anna's face twisted in fear.
"Papa, NO! you can't! It's us against the world! Please, Daddy!" She fought against her captor, and Alfred noticed the little hand signal the rat gave, and shook his head furiously. Anna was released, and she started for Alfred, running across the room. Alfred saw the gun raise up, and struggling, got to his feet. This was what the rat meant by personal…
"ANNA, NO!"
A shot rang out.
Author's Note: I wrote this while listening to "Down once more" From Phantom of the opera in the final scene.
Whoa, this was creepily fun to write. And I fixed the french from the last last chapter. it was late, and Google translate lied... Merci, you wonderful french canadian!
The end was written listening to "Learn to Be Lonely" Bonus song from PotO movie. AMAZING!
Oh, and I posted the FLUFFY RUSCAN, if that will make you guys feel better. Sorry if these chapters get short, I just need them to stop at certain times to cliffhang...(is shot)
Who will be there for you...comfort and care for you?
Learn to be lonely...poor phantom...
anyway, I got a pretty dress for a wedding. It is cobalt blue. Apparently, my dad was quite surprised when I came out of the dressing room that I had a figure...that's what I get for wearing sweatshirts all the time...
Fun Fact: In America, to have a blue star means to have a child serving in the military. Gold means you lost the child. There has been a five gold star mother, Mrs. Sullivan, in WWII, her all boys went down on the same ship. Some some have made it, but they went back down below decks to save their brothers. Siblings were then banned from serving on the same ship, and there is always a ship named "the Sullivans" after the family, and Mrs. Sullivan became a hero to mothers who lost children.
yep.