Hetalia - Strange World (Germany X Reader)

Come back

(Germany's POV)

He could've fought it. Could've reopened his eyes and welcomed the hunter that took over his body. He could've beat them, beat the ones that had decided to take you, his liebe. And once it was all over, once he had you back home, safe and with him, that would be when he was happy, and he couldn't be any more happy than he was when you were with him. You made him smile, laugh like no one else did. You're soft (e/c) orbs would always calm him down, and your melodic but powerful words would always make him feel at peace or, when he needed it, in control and strong, the way he had to be when he stepped forward for pack leader. Truth was, ever since you had come into his life he had felt more powerful, more complete. He was whole again.

But now, because he couldn't reopen his eyes, because he couldn't fight back, because he couldn't save you, you were gone. Taken by the damned. He could still smell their stench all over perimeter, the track, even when he went back to the house to find Japan and Italy, he could smell it there. They could've been spying on all of you, you epically, for days now, and he didn't even know. Not that any of it matters anymore. You were gone, and past the perimeter he couldn't pick up yours, nor the allies - for their scents were all over the grounds - scent which meant there was no easy means of locating you.

You had been taken around 1 day ago, Germany wasn't really paying attention to time anymore though. It felt meaningless unless he was spending his time with you. With his head in his hands at the kitchen table he began to think about you, something he'd been doing a lot ever since he met you. He thought about your voice, how much he loved hearing it at any given moment.
He thought about your personality, your passion in whatever you do, wether it was to help Italy clean, or to finish a race, you were always determined and oh so passionate about finishing anything you had started. Your kindness and affection towards Italy and Japan, and towards him too, whether he was annoyed or not you were always so kind and understanding. He thought about the way you acted, always observing the scene before entering it, doing your best to help make everyone happy, which then in turn would make you happy.
He thought about your silky (h/c) hair, framing your beautiful face. Your eyes, that sparkled with every smile you gave. Your lips, how soft they were, especially the night of his confessions.

His confessions. That night meant so much to him, and because you didn't reject him, it meant so much more to him, and made so much sense too. This was the clarification that he had needed to prove to himself that you, you wonderful you, were his mate.

But you weren't here.

His shoulders slumped in defeat and he groaned in disappointment. Italy entered the kitchen, quiet for once and saw him there. It had been a long time since Italy had seen him defeated, and boy did it look like Germany was.

"Germany-a?" he said, walking around the table and sitting so he was opposite him. Germany lifted his head up and looked at him, forcing a small smile towards the Italian. Italy tilts his head, giving Germany a look of concern. "I think we should-a go on a search for (y/n)!" he says cheerfully. Germany lets out a long sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Italy, ve can't! Ve lose their scents every verdammte time ve leave ze house! How can ve find zem ven zey've left no trail to follow?!" he says, his voice nearing a shout with each word. Italy just gives him a small smile, his hazelnut brown eyes turning a few shades darker.

"Then we'll find them the human way."

(Your POV)

You open your eyes to be met with darkness yet again. You instinctively go to rub them, but find that your hands are bound behind your back, not tightly, but tight enough to assure you wont escape. You writhe around in place for a few moments, before you hear a door open and close to your left, and hurried footsteps come towards you.

"Who's there?" You say loud and bold, despite how worried you really were.

"Oh love, I'm the good feeling you were telling your Japanese friend earlier," the voice sounded like it was directly in front of you and a few moments later, your blindfold was pulled off and you were met with emerald eyes. "Or should I say yesterday, seeing as though you slept for nearly a whole day!" He smiled at you and got up. "I'm going to tell the others that your up now love, be back in jiffy." And with that he left, leaving you by yourself yet again.

You looked around the room you were in, it was quite big, large enough to fit a kind sized bed in. Your hands were tied to one of the bed posts, leaving you in the middle of the room. The walls were plain red, and there was a large window directly opposite you, but the curtains were closed so you couldn't tell wether it was day or night. You frowned to yourself, thinking back on what the man, whom you recognised now as England, had said about you being asleep for a day. You began to think about Germany, wether he had decided to search for you or not. This was a kidnapping after all.