Hetalia/2p Hetalia x dead reader

Kidnapped (2)

They held a gun to their side. It was a pistol.

Slowly they walked to your right side and held the gun next to your head. Thoughts of death flooded your mind. You felt like a princess no one would save.

The cold metal of the pistol felt like a block ice on your head.

You started crying thinking of your friends. What would happen to them? Would they be okay? Would the people who killed her kill them?

The last question made her feel even more uneasy then the gun and the thought of death itself.

You took a deep breath getting ready for what was to come next.

Bang!

The blood dripped down your hair like the tears down your eyes. Your body laid on the chair like a statue. Your head turned down like a bowling ball held up by a thread.

- before death -

The 1ps brought you home. They knocked you out with a large detached branch.

They called the 2ps and told them they had you hostage. The 2ps laughed and shrugged it off as a sick joke.

That's when they started to film you in that room and killed you. The dark ,uninviting room. Just by looking at it you could feel gloomy. The video was send to them via message. You were already dead when they sent the video.

Of course they wanted to go after the 1ps for revenge but they couldn't because the 1ps and you were gone leaving not a single trace of your existence.

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-After death-

The 2ps received a call.

"Meet us at the dock ,midnight with 700,000,000 dollars. We have (y/n) and we are not afraid to take action if you refuse to comply. "

The line ended.

It was mysterious and eerie. The 2ps were not scared. A joke right? It has to be a joke. Though they all knew the truth in the back of their mind they all knew they had to go. That they had to meet them and barter for you. If you were still alive that is.

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Meanwhile at the 2ps house.

"I think it's them "

"Yeah, ya think?We get a mysterious call asking us to meet them at a mysterious place at midnight. No, I thought it was Ronald McDonald "

"I know you're mad but we have to think about this rationally. "

"How could we NOT be mad? They kidnapped our friend and we can't go to the police about it because they hate us !"

"Well, we have to do what they say I guess. "

-time skip to the meeting place -

It was as dark as the pupil in someone's eye. The only sound you could hear was the crashing of waves on the dock. Light posts were the only ,somewhat comforting thing at the dock. They emoted a soft yellow light that attracted tiny flies.

"Gross. " a 2p said ,his voice carried the disgusted theme to his face.

The group held the money in a duffle bag. It was much more then half of what they stole a year. Though you might think they stole more ( being one of the most powerful gangs in the city) they could only steal a limited amount of money before being caught. How they did this was just as mysterious as the phone call.

So they waited on the edge of the dock. Seagulls could be heard faintly but the most prominent sound was the waves.

A disembodied voice called them.

" put the bag near the orange crate. " the voice said. It was disguised by a voice modifier that made the sound seem like something a robot would say.

One 2p took the bag and put it at the side of the orange crate. The crate seemed to loom over him like a giant ,orange tsunami wave.

He took a step back after putting the bag down. It landed with a thump causing debris underneath it to be blown to the side.

"Now. All of you-"

"Give her to us bastard! " a 2p yelled ignorantly cutting off the voice. The one who said it was given a slap on the back of the head by someone else.

"-she is in the blue crate on your left. Go inside and you will find her"

Tears welled up in his eyes. He would see her.

"(Y/n)..." a smile tugged at his lips.

The door opened with a big bang.

Inside was your body. His happiness disappeared in an instant. Unrecognizable was they only way to describe you. Her hair tangled. Blood staining her head and clothes dirty and torn. Her face was puffed and tear stains on her cheeks , you could tell by where the dirt on her face was more and less condensed.

The rest followed behind him. Gasps and words of melancholy followed soon after.

The door shut behind them. A trap. 

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