Hetalia (Italy x Reader) a not so simple beginning

chapter 5

(A/N: ok this chapter has some language in it, sorry but yeah. I you dont like it dont read it, its that simple.)

Oh God, no.

no.

no.

NO!

How is HE here?! nononono!

"MMMMnhhhh!" I strugle trying to spit out some of the sugary poisonus cupcake.

"What, don't like my sweets?" He makes a fake pouty face and pretends to feel hurt.

"Well, there are other ways of doing this!" he laughs as he takes out his large looking knife, and uses the hilt to hit the side of my head as hard as he could. I saw stars for a moment before everything went black again.......great, just perfect.

"Feliciano? huh sounds weird, but cool at the same time!" I say quickly after to calm him down a bit, but it seems to not be working.

"Th-thank you?" He seems so frightened, but why? Im in a hospital bed, no where near him, why do I scare him? It makes me......sad?

"So um.....Feliciano, can I call you feli? Feliciano just seems too long to say, Im not saying that its a bad name just its kinda long, no I mean ughhh.......can I call you Feli?" why am I ranting?! It is just a name. Why does he look so happy all of a sudden? Did I say something?

"Si bella!" Whats a bella? Im gonna guess on this, but I think he's italian.

"Yo wake up, bitch!" I wake with a large slap across the face, leaving a large red mark dead on my left cheek. I look up to the taller, angrier man, glaring daggers into his soul.

".......grrrr. What?!" I growl at him and spit on his shoes. I would have done more if my limbs weren't restrainded by a tightly knotted rope.

"Now,now Al, that's no way to treat a lovely guest. Hehehe Do you need another cut for being so rude to miss (last name)" He waves his unsheathed knife at Al and is smiling wickedly.

"N-no, Oliver." He quickly steps away from me and drags what seems to be a thin wooden bat with nails bulging out from all ends. How I would hate to be on that end bleeding again.WAIT?! Im not dead! HOW?! I got shot and was about to die due to a huge amount of blood loss! Am I in hell? I thought God loved me! Why would I be sent here, of all places here-

"Poppet! oh sweet miss (last name) please make your self comfy you are going to stay here a long, long, loooooong time! hehehe" He latched his arms around you, in a terrifingly tight hug. God what did I do wrong?!

"Oh dear! I smell the new ingreadents! hahaha what joy!" He lets go and runs up a flight of stairs I couldn't see at first, across the room. It is now just me and....Al.

"Stay." That was all he said before he went running after him, but before he goes he pauses amd turnes around smaking across the face again.

"Stay the fuck out of my way, and keep yourself out of trouble." He said fast and clearly fuming with anger. He moves his hand away and storms out. You mentaly flip him off.

How dare he leave you like this?! ughh well where the hell, in hell, am I?  I turn my head seeing blood stained, grey walls, no windows, chains and electric chairs, and a long metal table with a saw. I'm going to die here. I'm going to die alone, my worst fear. Being alone has always been a frightening thing to me, the fact of being by myself scared the crap out of me. It was so scary being a child, alone in a field, without a big brother or sister to take care of me. I had to raise myself to become the respected country I am today.

I keep turning my head looking for the person who had rung my doorbell. Is that person here?

"H-hello?" I ask in a scratchy voice, throat dry begging for a liquid. No reply. I'm alone. utterly alone. no one, alone. alone..........alone