2p! Hetalia x reader: Kidnapped!

Chapter 2

Chapter 2: To Hetalia You Go~

Hey you! Second chapter! So fun to write!

"You idiot! You weren't meant to drug her! You were meant to do get her to eat the cupcake!"

"I agree, I made that especially!"
"No one gives a fuck!"

"Hey! That's 50 cents in the swear jar!"

"No one fucking cares"

"And another 50 cents"

"She's kinda pretty!"

"I saw her first"

"Sssshhhh! I saw her move!"

"You think she's waking up!"

"Nah, I gave her too much chloroform for that!"

"I keep telling you, you weren't meant to do that!"

"Her head moved!"

"No, it didn't"

"Oh, bite me!"

"Why?"

"It's an expression!"

"Her head moved again! She's waking up!"

"Where will she stay?"

"With me!"

"No! With me!"

"Why not me!"

"Because she's staying with me!"

Your (e/c) eyes snap open, and you immediately back away from the crowd of men who were gathered round you.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Language, _________!"

"How the hell do you know my name? Where you stalking me? Where am I?" you scan the room. Only one exit, and the crowd was blocking it! Damn!

"Settle down, poppet, don't want your pretty neck sliced up, now do we?" You became aware of the knife against your throat.

"Jesus Christ!"

"Now, back to the subject, where's ______________ going to stay!"

"With me!"

"Let her decide!"

"Whoa whoa whoa! I don't even know who you are! Why would I stay with you! I don't even know your names!" you cry. The guy with the knife smiles sweetly. As your eyes adjusted, you saw what each person looked like. The guy with the knife had neon blue eyes with .... Pink swirls? Odd. He had pink hair and freckles all over his face.

"I'm Oliver, Poppet! Oliver Kirkland" He removed the knife from your throat and adjusted his bright blue bow tie."

Another guy elbowed him out the way. This dude had dark brown hair with a cowlick, red eyes, and wore a white t-shirt specked with... was that blood?

"Doll, I'm Allen. You can call me Al. "

One by one, the men introduced themselves.

"Luciano"

"Flavio"
"Mathias"

"Francois"

"Kuro Honda"

""Luzifer"

"Viktor Braginsky, da?"

"Wang Zao"

"Right... Ok...." You start, when Allen lifts up a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it.

"Go where you want, doll.... But hurry up. My bat wants more blood." He said monotony, but his eyes were of an insane person. You gulp, and make a brash decision.....

Another cliff-hanger! Who will you choose? Sorry this chapters crap, but France is being a pain in the ass right now

France: ohonhonhonhonhon~

Me: Fuck off France

France: Mais, ma petite cherie~

Me: no, France. Just read the damn story

France: Ma cherie~ Keep writing <3

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