2p! Hetalia x reader: Kidnapped!

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Your choice

This is so fun to write. I love it! France is an arse to live with, but I keep writing! This chapter contains some violence and a brief mention of rape. Sorry!

"I'll live with.... Oliver, no..wait.... Flavio....wait... ummm... that dude... wait, he looks nice.... ummm"

"For fuck's sake decide!" Allen yells at you, stepping up and promptly slapping you in the face.

"I can't!" You yell, tears brimming in your eyes. " I can't decide 'cos i don't know any of you! How do you suppose I live with someone if i don't know them?"

no one spoke, then Viktor spoke up. "if we write our names on paper, and the sunflower chooses randomly, then it's fair, da?" Everyone grumbled, but agreed. Luciano pulled out some scrap of paper, tore it up, and handed a piece to everyone, who wrote their names down. You watched them put the paper into a nearby bowl and a sudden thought struck you. Your life is in your hands! what if you chose some psycho, who planned to rape you and kill you. You tremble at the thought. What if you ended up staying with Allen, who just assaulted you? That could not happen. You wouldn't let it. 

Someone snaps their fingers near your face, and you come back to reality. Oliver holds the bowl out towards you, a smile etched on his face. The smile was friendly enough... but his eyes were cold, as if he were looking, not at you, but at a spare ingredient he knew no one liked, but was going to put into the recipe anyways. Shivering, you put your hand into the bowl, grasped around a bit and pulled out the selected scrap. You looked at the messy scrawl and read out the name....

"Flavio"

Flavio smiled broadly, grabbed your arm, and dragged you away. "Ciao, every-a-body! Me, fratello and this bella are-a going home-a!" He also grabbed Luciano's hand as well. The Italian took you towards the darkness outside, into a strange new world.

Hope you liked this new installment! I was going to put you into Oliver's hand's, but most people seem to do this. So, first to pop into my head was him. weird, as i live with France!

France: Keep writing zhe book~

Me: But food!

France: Oui~ ma cherie, i will cook you something delicieux

Going to leave it there for now! Shine bright and accept the lord's scones!

France: Au reviour!