Trespassing on Love (a Punk Hetalia au fanfiction)

Chapter Two

I awoke to the sound of laughter and cheering. With a groan, I opened my eyes and looked around. There was a fire blazing in a steel barrel and I could smell the smoke and alcohol from before. I looked down and saw that I was tied up to a support beam from the building. I heard a yawn from someone next to me and I jumped. I looked and saw my friends, who were also tied to the beam, starting to wake up. I saw the Punks from before, sitting around the barrel, laughing, drinking, and smoking up a storm.

One of the boys smiled at us. "Well, well, look who decided to join the party!" He turned away from us and called, "Hey, Kirk! They're awake, dude!" I noticed in the fire light that he had on an old, faded American flag T-shirt and baggy jeans. I saw a pair of American flag Converse on his feet and a chain bracelet on his right wrist, as well. He turned back to us with a sinister smile. I couldn't help but think that it was mostly aimed at me.

"What are you on about now, Al?" A blond haired, green eyed Brit asked him.

"The prisoners are awake, sir." Al said, pointing at us.

The Brit, who I assumed was Kirk, walked over to us and stooped down in front of me. He gave me a wicked smile and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was enjoying seeing us so helpless.

"What do you want us to do with them, sir?" Al asked, taking a drink from a beer bottle.

"Shut up, Al. I'm thinking." Kirk looked me up and down, taking in everything from the cowlick on my head to the mole at the corner of my lip. He grabbed my chin with his grimy hand and turned my head so he could see every part of it. His smile widened a little and he let go of my chin. He stood up and made his way around the beam, stopping at each of my friends to give them the same once over. By the time he got back to me, his smile had widened so much that I thought he looked liked Joker from Batman. He turned to his gang and exclaimed, "I have made my decision! These fortunate young lads shall be spared the torture we would normally give them, for I see a great deal of potential in them! Instead, they shall be initiated into our little society of misfits and made honorary Punks! Nat!"

A young woman in a torn up, red flannel dress stood up from what I assumed was her boyfriend's lap. "Yes, sir?!" Nat stood at attention like a soldier awaiting orders.

"Cut them lose, will you, love?" He smiled at her.

She nodded and turned to who I assumed was her boyfriend. "Ed?" She turned to us and gave us an evil grin.

The boy who's lap she had been sitting on stood up and walked over to her. He put his arm around her shoulder and smiled at us. "Yeah, babe?"

"Get my knives and blindfold, would you, baby?" She never took her eyes off of us.

"Oh, with pleasure, babe." He kissed her on the cheek and walked away.

Her smile grew more wicked at the thought of torturing us.

"Alright then." Kirk said, satisfied by Nat's willingness to obey. "Dick!"

"Yeah? What is it, sir?" A young man wearing a white eye mask looked at Kirk with a slight glare. (I think it was because he didn't like his nickname.)

"Go set up shop, would you?" He looked back at us and smiled his wicked grin.

Dick shrugged and turned to the girl on his lap. I couldn't help but notice her giant breasts. "Hey, you mind moving, doll?"

The girl pouted and stood up.

He got up and went to get the supplies.

"I'm back." Ed returned with five knives which he handed to Nat. "Did you miss me?"

"Hell yes." She grinned as he tied the blindfold around her eyes. "Ready, boys?" She smiled at us. She raised her hand and aimed. "Oh! And be sure to scream if I hit you! OK? Because I can't see very well and I like to know if I draw any blood!" She gave us a disturbingly calm smile.

She threw the knife at me and I closed my eyes and braced myself for the worst. I waited a minute and nothing happened. I opened my eyes and saw that the rope that had tied me up was now cut in half and I was free. I heard the screams of my friends as Nat made her way around the beam, freeing each of them.

She took off her blindfold and looked at our shaking forms. She smirked. "Wimps."

"A job well done, Nat. Excellent work." Kirk said. "Now then, let me see here, um, hmm." He walked around the beam again and took us in from top to bottom. "Ah! Yes, this should definitely work!" He turned to his fellow Punks. "Alright! Let's see. I'll need Al, Van, Gil, and Lutz."

The four boys he mentioned stood up and walked over to him. There was the blond who had first alerted Kirk to us being awake, a short blond with violet eyes and different tattoos on his arms, a muscular albino, and a young, blue eyed man with slicked back blond hair.

Kirk turned and whispered a plan to them. He occasionally looked back at us and smirked.

After he got done explaining whatever plan he had to them, Kirk turned and faced us. "Alright, you five! Line up! Tallest to shortest!"

We did as we were told. The order was Berwald, Mathew, Francis, me, Feliciano.

"Alright, boys!" Kirk said to the four boys. "This will go like the others did! Only, this time, it's your boy's turns to pick who you wish to ink and leave your mark on! Since I'm apart of this group that is choosing, and I'm the leader, I shall go first!" He walked up to us and went down the line, eyeing us each carefully. "Hmm. No, too tall. Too shy. Hmm, I'll keep you in mind. To stuck up. To weak." He walked back to Francis and eyed him up and down again. "Alright! You'll do! Come with me!" Kirk took his hand and dragged him off somewhere. He turned back and shouted, "Alright, Lutz, take your pick!"

"Alright then, my turn." The blond with slicked back hair looked at Feliciano. "I'll take the weakling." He walked over and grabbed Feliciano's hand. He took him away. "Go on, Van, pick one!"

"Fine. I'll take the tall one." The blond with violet eyes walked over and took Berwald's hand. He called over his shoulder as he dragged him away. "Go for it, Gil!"

"Alright, um, I guess I'll take the shy one!" He walked over and dragged Mathew away. "Well, Al, have fun with the tight ass!"

"Hey!" I called, feeling offended.

Al walked over to me and took my hand. "I guess you're with me, dude. Huh. Let's just get this over with." He took me to an area of the building that looked like a bedroom. I suddenly had a bad feeling about this.