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

Chapter 7 - The Hopeless

My hearing gradually came to me, and I began to hear muffled noises and voices here and there.

Ugh...what happened? I feel so numb, but I think I'm laying down.

Did I fall asleep? Am I waking up from that terrible dream?

there's an odd pressure in my stomach, but then that odd pressure became sharp pain.

My eyes snapped open and my heart thudded loudly in my ears, then I winced at the horrible pain I feel at my waist.

"Oh, so she's waking up, eh?"

There was a dark chuckle. "Oh, the poor doll. We told you that you can't run away, now didn't we?"

"It appears that the wound isn't deep enough to be fatal."

"Should we change that?"

I gasped and tried to sit up, but then immediately gasped again in agony and lauded back down. "Oh, God..."

"Don't move around so much."

I gritted my teeth and looked around to see Allen, Flavio, and someone that looks like...Canada?

However, instead of soft indigo eyes, I'm looking into ice blue ones. He has dark circles under his eyes and his messy, pale blond hair is tied back into a short and low pony tail. His expression is of boredom, and kinda reminds me of that guy that looks like France.

The Canada-looking guy has a cigarette in his fingers, and his mouth stretched into a smirk once our gazes met.

"C-C-Canada?" I rasped, but then I cringed again and looked down at my waist.

I am laying down, on a hospital bed. My waist has a jacket pressed to it, my jacket. Blood is staining it, letting me know that  I'm bleeding.

Oh yeah, that's right, I was stabbed.

"See, I told you she knows our country names." Allen said, motioning his hand towards me.

"I see..." The Canada-looking guy nodded. "So, we're gonna kill her, eh?"

"Well, yeah!" Allen said in a 'duh' tone. "That's the rule."

"When do we ever follow the damn rules?" The guy replied with a mischievous look in his eyes. Again, I was shocked because, like Feliciano, I've never heard Matthew cuss until now. Well, then again, he isn't exactly Matthew.

"Wait, you're sayin' you're not goin' to kill her?" Flavio spoke up, raising a blonde brow, but then he smirked. "We'll be breaking my brother's rules, he'll be pissed...I like that plan."

"Then what are we gonna do with her?" Allen asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. "Let's say we let her live, then what? The doll will probably try escaping, either that or she'll try to kill us."

"Ha! As if she's in the state to try something like that," the Canadian guy scoffed.

"We won't let her escape," Flavio reassured..

"But what will be in it for us?" Allen asked. "What's the point? She's probably gonna die from blood loss anyway. Besides, how will she be any good to us?"

"Her wound isn't fatal, I just said that." Flavio rolled his eyes. "Unless it gets infected, it'll be fine."

"Wh-What..." I whispered. They're talking about me like I'm not even here.

Their gazes shifted to me and I felt even more uncomfortable. I need to get out of here.

"So, bella," Flavio said, leaning over me. "What should we do with you?"