Invisible (Hetalia x Reader)

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hAHA GUESS WHO'S BACK NERDS
(By the way, I went through and edited all of the chapters. I fixed many of the grammar mistakes, though I'm sure there are still some in here, and I changed a little bit of the plot (very little.) I honestly suggest going back and re-reading just to refresh your memory.)

Almost as soon as you agreed to the dreadful plan, Oliver giggled and grinned, showing all of his white teeth in the process.

"Well, aren't you a little sweetie pie?" He cooed in a bittersweet tone. For a split second, you almost felt comfortable in his prescense, but that quickly changed when you remembered the situation. You felt your lips stretch in a fake smile, but your eyes stung with tears.

What had you just agreed to? Are you really going to commit homicide? Are you really going to kill them?   Sure, maybe they had forgotten about you, but they didn't deserve to die. They were good people. And you had just agreed to their murder.

You gulped, trying to blink your growing tears away. You weren't going to show these "2P's" that you were weak.  No, that wasn't even an option. Your eyes wound around the room until they landed on Allen; he was watching you carefully, as if he was analyzing you. His gaze felt as though his eyes burned your skin, leaving a series of scalding chills along your body. Even yet, you still were drawn towards his eyes, but you dared not look in them for you feared what would happen if you did.

"... What now?" You croaked, your voice cracking loudly. Everyone glanced around the room at each other, as if they were reluctant to answer. 

"We didn't think we would get this far." You heard Francois mutter, and you mentally laughed.  Despite how tough these guys seemed, they were still people. 

"Well, today we will prepare, and tomorrow night we will attack." You nodded slowly, a bit content that you had more time to make an official decision. Would they expect you of betraying them? Probably, unless they thought that you were completely desperate to see (BFF/N). But you were desperate.  You needed her by your side, you needed her back.  Yet, how much were you willing to sacrifice for her?

"Okay, so," Mara shifted closer to you curiously. "What's your choice of weapon?"

You thought for a moment; what was your weapon? You preferred something quite, and short ranged... So maybe a knife? Knives are good. They are easy to hide, and easy to manage. However, you'll have to get close to your victims and you will feel their bodies break as you harm them.  You felt a bit anxious just at the thought.  "I'll just... Use a knife."

"Wise choice, Dollface." Allen smirked, pulling a pocket knife out of his jeans. He examined it for a minute and then marched towards you. You thought that he would give it to you, but he just quickly cut the ropes that tied you to the chair. 

Your wrists had dark red imprints on them, with bruises blossoming out around them. You couldn't help but wince as you allowed your narrow fingers to trace the marks, a searing pain chasing your touch.  It seemed that everyone in the room was noting your pain and was assessing how you reacted. You felt awkward, especially since all of these people were watching you.

"I need to use the bathroom." You stated cooly, standing up.  Maybe if you were assertive enough they would respect you. Without waiting for any of the men to guide you, you made your way to the door and exited the room. You stepped out into a narrow hallway, one that was lined with doors. The building definitely was a few decades old; you could tell because of the peeling, outdated wallpaper and squeaky floor.

"You can't just walk around without our permission." You felt a large hand grab tightly onto your wrist, causing you to flinch away. Turning slightly, you realized that it was Viktor. You picked up on a Russian accent in his voice, though it was much thicker than Ivan's. You glared up into his eyes, before nodding in acknowledgement. A scowl laced his face as he began to walk down the hallway, dragging your roughly behind him. As you quickly followed him, you took note that you weren't wearing any shoes and that your feet were fairly cold.

"H-Hey, slow down!" You shouted as you almost tripped over your own feet. He didn't respond. After a few seconds of intense wrist pain and speed walking, Viktor stopped. He opened a door and stared down at you. "Make it quick." He stated, his eyes carving holes into you.

You slipped into the room, closing the door quickly behind you. It was a relatively nice bathroom, surprisingly clean. You sighed, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a mess, and several long bruises lined your throat as if a rope had been tied there at one point. Had they planned on hanging you? The thought made your stomach flip. Your dress had a few rips on it as well as dirt smudged all across it.

What were you going to do? You either agreed with them, or they killed you. And if you betrayed them... they would probably kill you then, too. But if you went along with their plan, then you would be the one doing the killing. Wait a minute... In that video, all of your friends had been in a kitchen. Arthur's kitchen. Yet, in the video the kitchen didn't look remotely burned. It was clean and neat; no different from the one that had recently burned.  The video was old.

They were trying to trick you.