Ultimately Unlucky...Or So I Thought (2p! hetalia x reader sequel)

You're A Hero, To Me At Least: Allen

I wasn't doing anything wrong. I wasn't even calling any attention to myself. I had just simply been walking down the street in town.

Flavio had to help Luciano with something today, however he had something he needed to pick up in town. I hadn't been paying too much attention to exactly what it was, but I knew it was clothing of sorts, a tailored outfit no doubt.

Since he couldn't pick it up himself, he had ended up begging me to do it because everyone else had said they were too busy to go. I figured for most of them, that was a lie though. But either way, I had agreed to do it, so Flavio had lent me his car.

The shop I needed to go to in order to pick it up wasn't too far from the nearest parking lot, however it still took a few minutes to walk there, not that I really minded it. Walking down these streets had become pretty normal for me, even if I usually had one or more of the guys with me. I even knew a few people, who would wave and chat with me for a bit if we ran into each other.

Actually getting what Flavio needed me to pick up wasn't the problem. The two of us had been in the shop together enough times for everyone who worked there to recognize me, so they handed it over to me without any prompting.

Everything had been fine, until I got back to his car, that is. Whatever the outfit was, it was on a hanger in a protective plastic bag, so I had hung it up in the backseat for safe keeping. When I closed the door, a hand was placed on my shoulder, causing me to flip around in surprise. I hadn't recognized the man in front of me at first.

"Can I help you?" I asked, not really appreciating the scare.

"Sorry about that," he gave a smile, one that made me a bit wary. "I didn't mean to startle you, but when I saw you again I couldn't help but think it wasn't just a coincidence."

I was thoroughly confused. Did I know the guy? It took a bit, but I managed to recognize him. He was the man who Allen and Matt had drove off in the sports bar, the one who had been hitting on me.

"Oh..." I muttered. "Look, I'm really sorry but I don't have time to chat right now."

"It's okay, this will only take a second," he shook his head. "I had no idea that you were with Allen Jones and his group when I approached you, or I never would have done it."

"It's fine, all in the past," I replied, edging towards the driver's side door. "I really have to go now."

"What's the rush?" he kept going.

"I'm late getting back home," I replied. "So if you'll excuse me..."

He suddenly grabbed my arm, stopping me from opening the car door.

"I don't think so," his friendly act was gone. "I can't have you leaving. Me and my friends will be shit out of luck if we let a rare opportunity like this go."

"Let go of me," I snapped, attempting to yank my arm away.

I could see two more men who looked around his age walking towards us.

"Quiet," he wasted no time in using his other hand to cover my mouth so I couldn't scream for help. "You better behave, got it? We need you alive for our plan, but injuries will heal."

To prove his point, one of his buddies pulled out a pocket knife, pointing it at me. The one holding me began pushing me towards a nearby car.

If I could just get loose...I could easily outrun these guys...However, I was pushed face down onto the backseat of their car. One of the guys got into the passenger seat before another began driving. The one who had grabbed me sat on me to keep me pinned down as the last man used duct tape to restrain my arms and legs, before placing a piece over my mouth for good measure.