Being Human (COUNTRYHUMANS)

Sorry

"Maybe we can talk about this?" America shrugged his shoulders, giving them a smile, though his legs were shaking. These men were tall, intimidating, and screamed of danger. These weren't Ivans, these were dangerous men actually trying to kidnap him.

"Come with us." One of them began to step forward, arms outstretched. They were going to grab him. America glanced behind them, and his eyes widened.

"What... What the hell is that!?" He pointed, and just like sheep, they actually looked. America took this as his opportunity. He turned, legs tensing, and burst into a sprint in the opposite direction, riding his own adrenaline.

"What- hey! Get him! He-" One of the men switched back to yelling in Mandarin, obviously angry, and soon he could hear footsteps of the men chasing after him. His legs no longer felt weak, though they already screamed with usage as they pounded against the ground to propel America as far away from the men as he could muster. The rain made the sidewalk slippery but he pressed on still, the only thing in his mind now being to get the hell away.

He pushed past pedestrians as he ran still, hearing the men behind him have the same issues, but he didn't dare to look. He turned a corner, nearly slipping in the water, seeing the same park that he had been to before. He made a dash across the street, a car screeching to a halt to let him pass, and soon his feet his grass. He used this opportunity to look behind him as he ran and holy shit they were so close. They didn't even look tired, all give of them sprinting towards him and gaining on him at a terrifying rate. It only then occurred to him how weak he really was. Fuck. He still needed to escape though, he had t-

His foot slipped as it hit a puddle. He could barely process it before his face hit wet concrete, cracking something in his nose. Seconds later, just as he tried to get up, hands roughly grabbed him as pulled him up in the air.

"FUCK! Let go of me!" America thrashed in the unknown man's arms, uselessly clawing at his coat sleeve. No, he couldn't be caught now! Fuck! Riding on adrenaline and fear, he screeched. Another hand came up to cover his mouth, which he tried to bite to get it away to no avail. Tears filled his eyes as true fear took hold of him. This powerlessness- no matter how much he struggled against these people, it was clear they weren't letting go. The man holding him spoke to another in Mandarin as he began to walk. America continued to scream, his voice muffled by the hand, and he could only hope to god that a miracle happened to get him out of this.

After a few more seconds of screaming and struggling, something snapped. He heard it, but he didn't see it, and it barely occurred to him to look at it- he was focused on his current capture. He didn't care about it. He just wanted to make a getaway.

However, the one thing that snapped him out of it was blurred movement and struggling just outside of his view. He froze for just a moment, and he realized that his captors were yelling and fighting someone. His fear-crazed mind couldn't make them out. The man holding him was frozen for a set moment before beginning to run, hauling America with him. He began to struggle again, weaker this time, the exhaustion from running finally beginning to take hold of him. He didn't want to end like this. He just didn't-

But whoever was fighting the other men before barreled into the one holding America, knocking them both to the pavement. The larger man was ripped off him, and a split second later, the sounds of struggle filled his ears. He curled on the ground, being crushed by the larger man having knocked the wind out of him, in hopes that he wouldn't be caught in the crossfire. There was a yell, and a crack, and finally a thud against the ground- and all became silent again. America didn't move, his instincts screaming at him to play dead. Don't grab him, don't grab him, don't grab him-

Familiar hands grabbed ahold of his torso. Although he recognized them, it didn't stop America from freezing up. He was turned over to meet the same blond-haired, one-eyed man he saw earlier that day.