HETALIA ONE-SHOTS! RP STARTERS

Bloodied Tiles (GERMANYXANYONE)

Ludwig awoke with a groggy groan, his bright yet dazed blue eyes slowly opening. The German couldn't see straight so for a few moments, as his head throbbed, he laid still. He didn't move, for he felt like his limbs had been encased in steel and a metallic scent invaded Ludwig's nostrils. After a while though, the beautiful blond just closed his eyes once again, far too dazed to even begin to try to think about where he was, or why he felt like he was wet....
However, after a few moments after the hurting Ludwig had closed his eyes, there was a slight, eery squealing sound of a door slowly being pushed open, maybe by a gust of wind or... A person. This, of course, caused the ill German to open his eyes once again, in order to try to make sense of what was going on. With a shiver, Ludwig squinted to try to focus his vision but then, his throat went dry. He was laid upon a cold, tiled floor like that you may find in a conservatory, or kitchen. However, this floor was covered in a thick red liquid and in that moment, Ludwig finally make a whimpering sound and thought 'Where am I?' and 'What's going on?' as the last thing he remembered was being in a bar, getting shitfaced.
However, before he could move to try to figure it out, Ludwig heard someone step forwards into the room, whatever footware they were wearing making a tapping sound on the floor. Then, there was another step.
Ludwig's heart rate quickened and panic flooded him. Looking up slightly, his heart seemed to catch in his throat as there he saw a tall man, glaring down at him from the doorway of this cold, dimly lit room. Ludwig was filled with terror as he looked this man up and down, not taking in much information other than the chilling fact that he had a horrifyingly terrifying face and a bloody knife clutched in his left hand, his knuckles white with how hard he was squeezing the hilt. It was only then that Ludwig noticed the dulled pain in his stomach. He had been stabbed. Naturally it had healed now but even so, he had been stabbed... He was scared.... So very scared and his fear only heightened as he found that he could not move. The effects of a drug maybe? He had not the time to think about it. All he could think about what that man. His fear grew, his kidnapper was coming closer, he could hear the tapping of the man's boots! Within seconds, Ludwig was looking up in terror as the man was right in front of his face, watching in a paralysed silence as the man lowered to his haunches, and cupped Ludwig's cheek.