Hetalia (Italy x Reader) a not so simple beginning

chapter 6

why is he staring at me like that? Do I have something on my face?! Oh God that would be bad! wait........why am I so self concious right now? I have never cared what others though about me so why do I care what this STRANGER thinks?! Seriously, I just met the guy!

"Uh....(insert country)? Why do you look so.....frustrated?" He stared at me with those hues of pure amber, in deep confusion. He placed a hand on my forehead and I immediately flushed a bright shade of pink.

"I-I'm fine!" I basically yell in his face, frightening him again. He quickly removes his hand apologizing.

"sorry."

"No, don't be sorry, I shaped at you and I hope you may forgive me." Why am I being so nice to him? He recovers fast and faces me with a bright smile and gives me a spontaneous hug. WTF ?!

Alone. The ropes are starting to burn as I struggle to pry myself free. The ropes are tied tight and struggling just makes it worse. How could I have let this happen to me? Me?! A mature (gender), living on this Earth for a millennium, letting myself get caught by these-These THINGS! Kiku taught me a bunch of fighting skills, that should have helped me but I am just a sad weakling.

I hear a faint tapping noise coming from the staircase. Someone is coming for me! They are going to kill me if they knew I was up! I panic looking everywhere frantically searching for something to defend myself with. My breathing is fast as well as my heart rate, I am soooo dead. I give up and pretend to fall asleep. The door from the top, squeaks as it opens. I hope the person will spare me, but lets face it I. am. screwed.

"W-whatareyoudoing?! This is total invasion of my private space!" I say fast trying to pry the weird ass guy off! What the hell, all I did was apologise, why is he hugging me?! He has a grip of iron and won't let go. I give up and hug him back, red as a beet. Please let go please let go please let go please let go. what?! a (gender) needs her/his personal space..

My face still stings from the hard smacks from.....al.... What a douche bag, smallacking (gender's) like that. I would love to stick his bat up his stupid mother trucking ass!

I peek an eye open and see a small boy, deathly pale, black hoodie, Dark grey skiny jeans, and a tray at hand. He looks at me shyly and places the tray down on the floor, avoiding my gaze. His eyes are strangly a dark crimson, his face full of piercings and a small tattoo of the Prussian flag on his collar bone. He looks at me in surprise and runs up the stairs and out the door before I could even say hello. I look down at the tray. It has a small glass of water, and a cupcake. I use my foot to try to kick the cupcake away, refusing to eat it, and start to devise a plan to get the water. How am I supposed to drink it, if my arms are bound behind metal chair in tight knots? Well better start thinking now or I'm going to die of thirst.

He lets go and laughs at my flustered state, noting how cute he looks right now. Wait WTF?! not cute ______, you just met him, he is not cute. Yes, he is hot- not, I said not, cute. Jesus Christ, I think he is hot.