𝐔𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧

Hangover

God. What happened? Your head was absolutely throbbing in pain and your body was aching in bruises and gashes. Your eyes fluttered open, followed by a long groan of pain.

Your eyes darted around the room — this wasn't your bedroom. The room was covered head-to-toe in posters, varying from rock bands to gory horror movies. The carpet was that of Ghost Face's mask.

On the desk to the right of the bed was a gaming PC. The table was cluttered with stacked true horror books and CD cases, a few PS4, PS5, Nintendo Switch, and Xbox games, and a pistol. The chair in front of the desk was a fancy gaming chair with clothes and jackets hung on its headrest.

The covers of the bed were just a giant American flag printed on a plush blanket, with a black quilt folded at the foot of the bed, and black cased pillows. The closet door was ajar and peering inside from the bed, you could see a few Metallica Tee shirts and Hot Topic outfits inside.

You huffed and sat up, rubbing your head in pain. You were dressed in an oversized Ghostface tee shirt then went down to your knees and short track shorts that weren't even visible from under the shirt.

You got out of bed and looked around, confused. Where were you? This certainly wasn't any room you'd ever seen. Unless it was Dante's...

You slowly glided over to the door with light footsteps, opening it and peering out. It was a hallway with three other doors and a stairway leading down. Chatter was heard down there.

"Yeah yeah, I'll go check on her, Dad," Someone called, and you heard footsteps leading up the stairs.

You panicked and ran back to the bed only to yell out in pain at the quick movement, while you heard the door burst open.

You heard approaching footsteps and turned around to be met with the face of the American flag on a boy with red white and blue hair and shades.

He wore a tee black tee shirt proudly displaying the text NATO and a red and black striped long sleeve under that, and wore loose black distressed jeans.

Wait...

The American Flag?

You let out a startled shriek and jumped back, looking at the man in confusion. People didn't have flags for faces. At least not normal people. Who — what was this guy?

"Oh, damn—" The American remarked, looking over at you. "You're awake– and damn girl, it looks like it hurt when ya fell from heaven 'cause you were bleedin' all over when we found ya," The man stated with a wink and finger guns.

You cringed at the pickup line, looking at the man with a scrunched-up face, indicating that it wasn't happening. The man put his hands down and made a defeated look, sighing dramatically.

"Well, I tried–" He huffed, hands on hips. "Well, uhm— C'mon then," He waved his hand and motioned you to follow him. You hesitantly followed you out and down the stairs, hearing more and more chatter.

"What are we going to do about zie human?" A German-accented voice asked. "Well, I'd say we all alternate supervision of her in each of our estates for equal intervals," A posh British voice answered.

You heard someone spit out their drink and exclaim, "CHTO?" through hacking and coughing. "Nyet, nyet! I already have fifteen little shits running around my house. I don't need a sixteenth one for a whole week, suka!" A Russian-accented man shouted.

"Calm yourself, Soviet, I have more than bloody fifty and you don't see me complaining." The British voice refuted, followed by the sound of the sipping of tea.

The American led you into the room, which was filled with more flag-faced people. Everyone's eyes were fixed on you. It made you want to squirm and crawl under a rock. "Guys, she's awake," The American drew out, grabbing your wrist and dragging you over to the couch.

All the flag-faced people stared at you in awe as you were forced into a seat between a man with the flag of France and the UK.

The one with the flag of the UK wore a white button-up shirt with black dress pants, and had a black top with a red ribbon. He has white-gloved hands that were holding a teacup.

You were so confused. Where were you? Why were you in a different outfit? Who changed you? You were sitting there with a general look of dread on your face until someone turned to you.

"Bonjour," Turning to your left, you saw the French one smiling at you. "Hello..." Your voice was surprisingly quieter than usual.

The French one wore a black-and-white striped long sleeved shirt and black pants with a beret placed atop his head.

Before you knew it, the meeting was over, and you didn't pay attention to jack shit. In the end, The British man told you that you'd be alternating estates every week.

Apparently, you'd be staying at the French estate first. The French seemed overjoyed to have you first, and immediately rushed you and a flag-faced man of Canada out to a car after the meeting concluded.

"Mon Dieu, you're such a dear!" He cooed, looking at you through the rearview mirror. "Can-Can, est-elle attachée?" He asked the Canadian, who was seated next to you.

The Canadian huffed at the nickname nodded, "Yeah, dad," He wore a simple plaid button-up and jeans, and had a coonskin cap atop his head. The French one nodded and started the car.

The drive to the French man's house was a whirlwind of sensations. The car was a vintage Rolls Royce, its engine purring under the French man's skilled touch.

The French man and the Canadian chatted away, pointing out various sights and landmarks along the way. "Oh hey, it's the place Meri tried to eat a mushroom he found and almost died," The Canadian chirped.

After a bit, the car finally stopped and the two popped out of the car. The French man helped you out, calling you sweet names and remarking how adorable you were, as if you were a little toddler to dote at and pinch their cheeks. And he actually did.

The house was a suburban masterpiece with white bricked walls and brown roofing. There was a small staired pathway leading up to the front door lined with shrubbery and flowers.

The home looked to have two stories with a rather generous attic tucked away under the highest roof. There were several windows letting you look into the house, but all the rooms were too dark or had curtains over.

Despite the two garages in the house, France parked in the driveway, ushering you and Canada into the house.

You caught a glimpse of France talking to a man with the flag of the European Union, but that was short-lasted as they said quick goodbyes.

France held a baby with the flag of French Guiana and came back to you and Canada, handing the baby to Canada. "Can-Can, sois chéri et mets le bébé au lit,"

Canada nodded and took the baby, rushing upstairs while the French man looked down at you and hummed lovingly, pinching your cheek lightly. "Ma chère~, Come, come, I'll show you to your new room~!"

His tone was laced with care as he led you up the stairs as well. There was a short hallway with a few doors—

' F. Guiana's Nursery '

' Canada's Room '

' France's Room '

' Restroom '

' Guest room '

France took a sharp turn towards the door marked 'Guest Room' and proudly presented the neat bedroom to you.

It was a bedroom with a black metal-framed bed in the centre, the bed having white covers. The rug was fuzzy and white, the floorboards were wooden, and there was a lush green potted house plant to the right of the room.

In the well-appointed guest room, France continued to dote on you, a beaming smile never leaving his face. He pulled the door back open and hummed, looking back at you as he waltzed through the door. "I'm about to go make dinner, Ma chère, you're free to join me,"

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