Request from HoneyBeeGirl94. It's a Liechtenstein x China Kindnapping!Human!AU. I hope I did your request justice...this just sort of...uh...happened.

Trigger warnings for violence and death and all the stuff you would expect to be associated with a kidnapping AU.

They were happy. Life was good; they had a nice house off towards the countryside, connecting to the nearby forest –by far the best place to go on long walks. They'd hike for hours together, laughing as they went, and wait on the top of the highest hill until the stars came out. They'd count shooting stars together, smiling softly as they fell asleep there, limbs so entangled you couldn't tell one from the other.

When he looked up now, the only thing he saw were the brown watermarks against the dirty steel ceiling. He heard the ringing of an unfamiliar language coursing through the air, blood pounding in his ears as they struck him with the rusty metal pipe they'd pulled off the wall when he first got here. He turned his head, grimace on his face, feeling the cool floor ease his bruising cheek. He squints his eyes, open slightly against the now harsh light, met by clear streaks running down her face. He smiled slightly, attempting to reassure her, glad that it was his streaks that were red and not white like hers.

They eventually moved onto her as well though. It broke his heart, watching them hurt her like that. He couldn't do anything except for sit there, helpless. He had never learned German, and was starting to deeply regret it. The hard steel from the ceiling had dripped down and wrapped itself around his wrists, clanking whenever he tried to move to far away from his place next to the wall. His wrists were long since bloodied and scarred from trying to rip them out of his sockets, and his mind was numb and tired. But when he saw her tears turn to blood as well, it was all he could do not to break down sobbing.

He had yelled, screamed, cried, cursed; nothing seemed to divert their attention away from her. He was only permitted to watch now, utterly ignored by everyone else, as the one he loved got beaten to a pulp. It broke him, being left in the dark, witnessing this senseless violence every day, while he was powerless to stop it. They weren't permitted to speak to each other, only to stare, communicate via eye signals. He couldn't tell her how sorry he was, how much this hurt him – after a while, she curled up in a ball and brought her head to her knees, sobbing, refusing to even look at him.

He heard them talking in the other room. To another man and woman who's voices sounded vaguely familiar, who hadn't been here before. They were begging, pleading, sobbing, and eventually, their voices simply…stopped. As if they were merely on a phone call. He heard footsteps approaching their prison as the door swung open, frown present on his face as he lifted his head slightly from the cold, hard floor. They had brought a knife today. No, scratch that; it was a large machete. Unlike the other things scattered about this filthy place, the machete was clean, polished to a perfect shine.

He felt the dread creep up his spine as they approached him instead of her, unlocking his handcuffs and dragging him forcefully to the center of the room. He had barely even realized that Erika was full-o sobbing now, body shaking as she huddled into an even tighter ball. They gripped him roughly by the scalp and turned his head to face hers, his chin tilted skywards, barking something at her in German. She looked up at him, eyes red and puffy, face and body scarred, exhibiting nothing less than the deepest sadness, fear, and utmost terror. He sensed, rather than heard, the machete being raised behind him.

She knew.

His eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen, the blade making contact with his neck not a moment later. He felt a sharp stab of pain for an instant, then everything went black.

Her parents finally came. Yao's head lay on the ground, rotten and decaying as the kidnappers came stomping into the door, suitcase full of money in their hand.

Her parents were pushed in after them in handcuffs, both tripping and falling to the floor. Her eyes widened as she realized their foolish mistake. Just because they had the money wouldn't mean they would let them go. In reality, they were going to die anyway – the kidnappers couldn't let word of what had happened get out. The money was the only thing keeping her alive. Now that it was here, all three of them were going to die.

Her mom went first. The man whipped around and plunged the long blade deep into her stomach, creating an ever-expanding stain of red against her white shirt. Her father didn't have much of a chance to yell before they tilted his head back, severing it in much the same way they did to Yao's. The blade was long since dirty at this point as they ran it down her cheek, her flesh crying scarlet as the blood frothed up to the surface.

The police came a moment too late.

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As I said, this just sort of...happened.

I really am incapable of writing a happy story.

Oops.

I TRIED.

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