Invisible (Hetalia x Reader)

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Cold.

That was the first thing you felt, a frigid cold that seemed to draft through the air around you. You shifted your weight, not yet sure what was going on. Slowly, and somewhat tiredly, you opened your eyes.

Your vision was blurred for a few seconds but it quickly cleared. You were sitting in a wooden chair in the center of the room, your legs tied to the front of the chair and your arms tied behind the back of it. An uneasiness settled upon you as you examined the room; you were in a room that didn't have windows and appeared to be made out of stone, which made up most of the walls and floor. To your right you could see a few cardboard boxes strewn about messily. The room was lit by a small lightbulb that hund from a wire just inches above your head.

It took you a moment before the memories of what had happened returned to your mind. Slightly intimidated by the memories, you stiffened. Thoughts raced through your mind; Where exactly was going to happen to you? What were they going to do to you? Who exactly kidnapped you?

The thoughts made you feel sick, like you had eaten something rotten. Coughing slightly, you bent forwards slightly and closed your eyes tightly. You needed to stay calm, to think this out rationally, to try your best to escape. Taking a deep breath, you sat up straight.

Suddenly, you noticed something you hadn't before. A steel door on the wall in front of you. Almost on cue, the door opened and in marched five men of varying heights. Your breath caught in your throat as a sixth member entered the room; it was the girl from the mall, Mara.

All of them stood near the door, examining you, except for the auburn haired man who had thrown the bag over your head. Now that you could actually get a good look at him, you were the slightest impressed with his attractiveness. His hair was practically that of Alfred's - but auburn- and it even had the same cowlick. He wore a pair of sunglasses, though they were placed on top of his head instead of on his nose. A white button-up shirt clung to him, the first few buttons undone to reveal a well built chest.

"Hey, dollface." He purred, running his fingers along your jaw. You scowled and attempted to pull away but he quickly grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. "That's no way to treat your new friends, now is it? Ah, that doesn't really matter though, because you won't be our friend much longer unless you meet our needs."

You stared into his red eyes, frowning slightly. "W-What are your needs?"

A male stepped forwards. He had strawberry blond hair, shining blue eyes, a quite a few freckles dotting his nose and cheeks. Then something made you uncomfortable, similar to that of Arthur, his eyebrows were extremely large. A childish grin stretched across his face, making him seem somewhat kinder than the other man.

"We just need your help, poppet. Nothing bad, I promise." A British accent laced his words, his grin never fading. "In fact, we will tell you everything that your other friends didn't. Also, if you do agree to help us, we can get you something we know you desperately want."

"...I'm listening." You stated firmly. You need to get a better grasp on the situation before you made any moves.

"Alright, then let's begin with any questions you have. What's on your mind, poppet?"

You hesitated. You had so many questions on your mind. You decided to start with a simple question. "Who are you guys?"

"I'm Oliver." Stated the strawberry blond man with a giggle. "And that's Allen." He pointed to the auburn haired male. Turning around slightly, he pointed to a man with red eyes and dark brown hair that was tied in a loose ponytail. "That's Wang Zao." Turning ever so slightly he pointed to a guy with long, shaggy blond hair, a bored expression, a cigarette in his hand. "That, there, is Francois Bonnefoy." Oliver then pointed to a tall brunet that stoically glared at you. "That's Viktor Braginsky."

Just as Oliver turned to point at the girl that somewhat resembled (BFF/N), she spoke up for herself. "I'm Mara, which you already know."

You nodded slowly, pursing your lips. "Can you untie me?"

"No." Allen replied bluntly.

Frowning, you said the next question that came to mind. "Why do you guys look so much like---?"

"Your other friends?" Mara smirked. "That's because we are them. In a way. We're like the mirror images of them, the opposites. We are what most people call '2Ps'."

That made some sense, in a way. It was strange, but you were beginning to accept strange occurrence's. "Okay then..." You mumbled, glancing at around. "Why did my other friends keep referring to each other as countries?"

There was a silence that filled the room. Suddenly, Oliver stepped towards you and spoke up. "Do you know what a 'personification' is, poppet?" You nodded slowly. "Well, as it happens, we are infact the personifications of countries."

"... What?" You rose an eyebrow curiously.

"We are countries. If you look closely, you'll notice stereotypical things about us. We are the representations in blood and bone."

You reluctantly nodded. That didn't really make any sense, but there was no point in pointing it out. "I only have one question left." You hesitated before continuing. "What do you guys want me to do? And what is the thing you said you would give me?"

This time, instead of Allen, Oliver, or Mara talking, it was Francois who flatly muttered, "We want you to kill your friends, our opposites. In doing so, you're going to help us kill our doubles and you will also revive (BFF/N) in the process. Is it a deal?"