A New World (a Hetalia fanfiction - Book 3) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 6 - The Unknown

Rosalie's P.O.V

My eyes widened once those words hissed from Allen's lips, and I staggered away again.

Allen laughed. "Did I frighten you, doll?"

Then I began running. I don't know where I'm going, and I don't care, I just need to get away.

As I ran, I heard Luciano's voice call after me.

"You can't run from us forever, bella!"

His voice pierced another wave of fear into me like ice, and it was followed by laughter that seemed to echo around me.

I continued running through the foggy parking lot, away from the abandoned hospital. I heard shouting after me, but I don't think they'll find me in this.

I thought too soon once someone appeared right in front of me and I stumbled to an abrupt stop. I was about to scream, but a hand covered my mouth.

My eyes widened and I panted from running, then I saw who it was.

It's Japan! Or...wait, no, it can't be Japan. His suit is black with golden shoulder guards, and his hair is the same jet black, but his eyes are the color of crimson.

He held up a finger to his lips, signaling me to be silent. For a moment, I relaxed because I thought I was safe with him, but then his lips spread into a wicked grin.

I didn't hold back my scream this time once I felt something sharp plunge into my stomach, right in my abdomen.

I staggered away from him, my breathing heavy and ragged, then I looked down to see a dagger embedded in my stomach. Blood poured down my body and the pain wrecked through me.

My vision became blurry and began fading in and out.

He just stabbed me.

With the remaining energy I had, I looked up to meet his scarlet gaze once more.

Then I fell.

Zoey's P.O.V

I still feel puzzled and even threatened as I look around myself. I'm surrounded by those who are so familiar to me, and yet I don't know them at all.

"Zoey, what is the last thing you remember?" England asked me, looking into my gaze deeply with his serious emerald green eyes.

No, wait, he's not England, he can't be. He's not the England I know.

I glared at him. "The last thing I remember is that you cast your spell on me and caused me to fall into unconsciousness."

He shook his head. "No, before that, before you saw us."

"Why do you wish to know?" I asked sharply. Why am I here? Who are they?

My gaze met Romano's, and again, I'm shocked at how different he looked than how he would usually dress. Did they all somehow change their personality overnight? What happened that made them do this?

His eyes are not the bright crimson I know so well. No, instead I look into eyes of hazel, almost brown.

The Romano I know wouldn't stand there and stare at me with indifference. No, he would walk right up by my side and try to play his seduction and skillful flirting on me so I would forgive him for cheating on me, again. But no, it won't work this time. I'm tired of being used as dirt, all I am is a play thing to him. I am nothing to him. Nothing.