Hetalia Reader Inserts

(Request) Austria x Reader ~ Prisoner of War

Trigger Warning: The consent in this specific insert is very, very dubious. If that sort of thing bothers you in any way, please don't read this! Fanfic reading should be an enjoyable experience, not a bad one! 

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   Your heart was pounding so loudly in your chest that you were sure it was loud enough to give your location away. Every swallow, every breath—no matter how shallow—sounded like an explosion going off. When you shifted your weight just slightly and your ankle popped, it was like a gunshot in your ears.

For about two hours now you had been crouched amidst a dense gathering of bushes, hiding from your enemies, The Axis Powers.

You'd been on a spy mission for America, trying to gather intel on their next attack, when Germany caught sight of you in his house, peering through closet doors that you thought for sure would have obscured you.

Still, you had no clue how you had managed to escape that situation. You should have been dead. In that room were the three Germanic states, Germany, Austria, and Prussia. Austria didn't strike you as too dangerous, but it was the brothers who you saw as calculated, strong fighters. And the one that terrified you the most had ripped open that closet door, exposing you to the room.

With one, unbelievably precise punch to Germany's throat, he had staggered back, choking. It gave you enough time to burst free from the closet and run into the open room. Prussia and Austria had stood there, staring at you in complete and utter shock.

In just that brief moment of frozen shock, you acted, bolting out of the room and into one of the vast hallways of Germany's home. Behind you, a chaotic scrabble of footfalls and the men shouting filled the air.

You hadn't been sure if you could make it to the closest door you knew of.

Before you knew it, urged on my instinct, you were propelling yourself through one of the windows to your left. Glass shattered everywhere around you, and you were airborne for seconds before your body collided with the ground.

Thank goodness they held their meetings on the first floor.

Pulling yourself off the ground, you ran with all of your might for the forest. Even though you didn't dare glance behind you, you knew that they were on your trail based on the sounds coming from them.

By some stroke of fate, they lost sight of you long enough for you to find the thicket of bushes and to get settled in it before one set of black boots came running past your hiding spot.

Moments later, another pair went by, shouting angrily in German. When they spoke like that, you had a hard time discerning who it was. They all sounded the same when they were shouting in their deep, vexed tones.

That left one more country out in the forest, searching for you. And you weren't sure if you wanted to find out who it was.

Ideally, you wanted to wait until you knew they were long gone before you left your hiding spot, but your calves were screaming at you in pain. You needed to stand up and stretch your body out of that contorted position sometime soon.

More shouting caught your attention. This time, from what you could make out, it sounded like England's voice. Gunshots followed, and a soft gasp came from you.

You had been so preoccupied, listening to the shouting, that you didn't hear the footsteps moving up the natural trail until boots came to a stop just in your line of vision.

"What was that?" A man's, Austria's—you realized—voice asked quietly.

Your eyes widened and your hand came up to your mouth. A cold sweat came over your entire body. You may not have thought he was very daunting at first, but being alone like this with him in the forest, right on the verge of him finding you, made him terrifying.