Who Would Ever Love a Criminal (2p!Hetalia x Reader)

~Chapter Fifteen~

MAJOR AUTHOR'S NOTE: HEY UHHH NEW VERSION OF THIS STORY ON MY PROFILE, UPDATED WITH BETTER WRITING, IT'S CALLED FIGHT OR FLIGHT, GO READ THAT VERSION THIS ONE IS BAD NO GOOD SUCKY OKAY BAIII

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~??? P.O.V~

My day began normally. I wake up, take a shower, and get dressed. I walk out of my room, and pass my brother's.

"Strange... Mio fratello usually isn't awake at this-a time... Says he-a needs his 'beauty sleep'." I muttered, looking through the ajar doorway into the bedroom which lacked a certain blonde Italian.

I shrugged my shoulders and continued to walk downstairs. "He-a probably has some sort of-a meeting he-a didn't tell me about." 

As soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs, a loud scream resonated through the house.

"WHAT THE-A HELL DO YOU-A MEAN SHE-A WAS ARRESTED? CAZZO IDIOTI!"

I took a few short seconds to let the outburst register, my eyes going wide. 'He's not talking about (Name)... is he?' I wondered, before sprinting into the living room.

I saw Flavio standing in the center of the room, fuming. He held his phone up to his ear with one hand, while the other held a cane to support him. His hair was surprisingly unkempt, and he wore the same outfit as yesterday, which meant he hasn't slept since he left the hospital. 

Speaking of the hospital, the effects of his fight with the stupid ragazza  were still painfully obvious. The gash across his forehead had been bandaged up, along with the one of his chest. His arms were wrapped in white gauze, and by the looks of hit, his legs still weren't healed by the awkward way he was standing.

"Flavio, why are you-a yelling?" I asked, making my presence known.

He sighed as he put the phone on speaker, and I heard a familiar American accent come from the other end. "Hey is that Luciano?" he asked.

"Si, it is. Now, is-a someone going to answer my-a question?" I responded.

After my brother and Allen explaining the situation, along with some extra details from Oliver, I growled, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"What prison is she being held in?" I asked.

"The news said the cities local prison. But if she's proven guilty in trail they say she's being sent to the Louisina State Penitentiary, and possibly on death row." Oliver explained.

"When's her trial?" Flavio quickly said.

"In three days"

~Meanwhile~

You were awoken by the sound of banging on your cell door.

"What." you growled, not happy with the rude awakening.

"Wake up. Your breakfast is here." a soft voice said from the other side. The door had no windows so you couldn't see who was there, but the voice sounded female.

The hatch at the bottom of the door flicked open, and a thin, pale hand pushed a plate of food in, before shutting the hatch once more.

The click of boot heels walking away from the door informed you that the guard had left. 

You rolled off the mattress, hissing slightly at the pain in your neck. "Ugh, not a good sleep." you muttered, stretching out your back and trying to sort out the crick underneath your jaw.

You crawled over to the tray of food on the floor. The breakfast consisted of a small loaf of bread, boiled eggs, burnt bacon, and a carton of orange juice. You picked around at the food for a moment, but your hunger took over and you ate everything.