2p vs. (Hetalia x Reader)

24-I'm the hero!

Hetalia x Reader

Chapter Twenty - Four
I'm the hero!

I blinked a few times to try to comprehend my current situation.

My hear raced as I realised that Mathew said he would get the door, not Allen.

'Breathe easy and this will all be over quickly.' I said to myself. But how could I get myself to believe that when time felt so slow right now. From behind me, I felt Italy hug me lightly, I felt a little reassured at this point, if I closed my eyes, it was as if I was just hanging out with everyone again. That would be bliss.

"It's just Nikolai and Yao." Mathew spoke. Two more men entered the kitchen. "Yeah, I know. When I smelled the opium, I figured it was him." Allen said. I held my breath more, the stench was awfully strong.

But what if I were to run for it? Italy was pretty strong himself, but if he was too afraid, he could stay here and continue to hide. Yeah, I could run for it and reach the door, then just keep running to get somewhere safe. No - what was I saying? That's an awful idea! I gulped and scooted back, closer to Italy who was also trembling in the fear of getting caught.

"So you have five of them now?" Spoke a Russian one... Nikolai. "Ya dude, they're in the basement but the new one's a chick." Allen responded. "A... Girl? The only female countries are Belarus, Hungary, Taiwan, Vietnam, Belgium, Liechtenstein, Ukraine, and I think that's it, which one is it? (Sorry I I missed one!!) Yao asked. "Dunno how they look, how would I know?" Allen yawned. Mathew then spoke, "She has (colour) hair and (colour) eyes, who would that be?" Nikolai took a few eerie steps towards the table we hid underneath, "Unless... She isn't a nation, because you would know the nation when you saw them." There was a pause in the room. Then... "There you are." Allen smirked as he looked under the table. The others did the same, their devilish eyes piercing into my soul... Wait, that sounds like a song... No! That's not the point, it's fucking terryfing. Italy and I let out a scream of terror as we scooted as far back as we could go, though it did nothing since the table was against the wall.

"Get out!" Allen shouted as Nikolai lifted the table up. I held onto Italy's arm as Allen got down to pull us out. Luckily now, his face was in front of my foot. "You fucking kicked me!" He angrily shouted as he pulled me out. "How did you escape?" He asked. He pinned me against the wall and held a knife to my chest. I gulped, "Because..."

I looked back at Italy as he was pulled out. He cried in fear, I could only imagine how Germany must be handling this right now... I looked back in front of me into Allen's dark red eyes. His appearance was so much like America's that I didn't even fear him.

"Because, what dollface?" He asked as he put pressure on the knife.

"BECAUSE IM THE HEROOOO!" I hear from the hall. By then, my heart sped up.

--- Russia's POV ---

I wonder why the ladder is broken. It almost resembles the ladder from the mansion. I let out a slight sigh, I hope this would be nothing like that.

I turned back towards the others, I'm so glad I'm their friend, this felt so fun.

"No, wait! Come back and untie me, I can help you get around the others who are upstairs!" Oliver begged. England shook his head no and turned towards the ladder. Then he noticed, "W-Why is the ladder broken?" He asked. "Why don you let me free and I'll tell you! Afterall, a gentleman doesn't leave an innocent man to die, right?" England turned back and glared at Oliver.

From upstairs, we all heard a girlish scream and a guyish scream. We all looked up in shock as Oliver laughed evily, "Sounds to me that your little friends have been caught."

Before anything else could happen, America was already climbing up the ladder. We all turned towards him, "Dudes, we totally have to go, if they're in danger, I'm sure we can handle ourselves... Heh... Get it?" England frowned and began to climb the ladder. "Shut up you idiot and go." France and I turned to each other. We both shrugged since we didn't really understand what had all happened, but we turned towards the ladder and began climbing.

"Russia." Oliver called. I turned back around to look at him, "They all think you're evil, don't they? Why don't you join us, you could be great!" He laughed evily. I tilted my head, "What kind of great?"