What is... "Home"? (Hetalia Fanfic, Part 2)

Chapter 124~!

"Mmf!" I groaned, wishing I could rub my head where I'd hit it against the hatch door of the trunk. 'Frickin'... I sure hope they're holding up to England's promise to me.'

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Omniscient POV~

"Rgh... God, my head..." America grumbled as he sat up in the passenger's seat, a hand to his throbbing temple. "Melina's been Alice this whole time?"

England nodded, though he had no idea that a small version of himself had just been inside Alice's head a moment ago. "Yes, and I cannot believe you never told me the truth about her! You bleeding idiot, if you had just let me in on what was going on, this whole mess might have been prevented!"

"Whoa, dude, Arthur. Calm your shit down, it's too early for this," America replied while closing his eyes and leaning his head back. Canada was still out but stirring now, and France had been the first to awaken. England just focused on the road and vented under his breath as he drove.

"Ah~ It is such a good zhing Alice and Canada are not related, non?" France said from his spot behind England's seat. America almost burst out laughing and even England smirked a little, but Canada remained blissfully unaware of the fact that he was being talked about.

"America? I think... I do believe we need to stop at a gas station or something and buy a road map," England admitted a moment later. One of Alfred's eyes cracked open and stared at the Brit in the front seat.

"You have got to be kidding me."

"How should I know how to get there, all I saw was the address on his license!"

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Many hours later, at dusk~

Alice's POV~ (A/N: I so want to type Melina, darn it! Her real name is Alice, though! ARGH)

It was sooo long until we finally stopped and he popped open the trunk. I struggled and kicked, screamed into my gag, when he slung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and started up the driveway. He lived in a large house surrounded by a thick but not very large forest, so the area was very private because it seemed to be in its own little world. Seeing the place brought up huge waves of nostalgia that made me want to throw up into my gag (but that would have been disgusting beyond all reason).

"Alright, Melina, you got a different room while you were away," Martin said as he unlocked the door and pushed it open while I still fought as best as I could. Was he a Boy Scout or something before? His knots were really sturdy. "And I found you a sibling, so play nice." He opened the door at the opposite end of the house, the one that led down into the basement. While he'd been walking toward it, I'd pushed my gag down with my shoulder to the point where I could speak clearly.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I demanded as calmly as I could manage for the time being.

"Now, now. Naughty language will make your punishments grow worse. Haven't we learned that many times over?" I was about to shout at him something nasty in reply, but he continued. "Well, apparently not because I keep having to teach you it! Ha!"

Martin clomped down the steps and dropped me unceremoniously onto the cold stone floor. "Behave and I'll go easier on you." He walked to the door and was almost out of it when he corrected himself. "Maybe."

Then the door slammed shut. And locked.

I was trapped.

"Dammit!" I screamed, writhing until I was tumbling sideways across the dirty floor. These stupid ropes were so damn strong and tight! "Martin, I'll make you regret ever meeting me!"