Fate's Strings (2p! Hetalia x Reader)

Chapter One

"W-What...?" I mumbled, slowly sitting up.

I was lying on the floor in what looked to be an office of some sorts, although it was unlike anything I had ever seen. There were strange things in jars and such within glass cabinets and on the desk behind me. The only normal things in the room appeared to be all of the books in the bookshelves, even though most of them seemed to be in a language I didn't recognize. 

When I tried to stand, my hand brushed against something on the floor. I pinched a bit of the substance between my fingers. It was salt....Glancing around, it appeared the salt probably had been used to draw something on the ground around me, although it was so scattered I couldn't determine what the image could have been.

"Oh! You're awake!" a voice spoke.

I turned in time to see the door swing closed. The man who entered the room was strange looking, but appeared friendly. He was dressed in pastel colors that made his bright blue eyes pop. He also had strawberry blonde hair and a cute freckled face. Since this place was completely unfamiliar to me, maybe he would know something...

"Who are you?" I stood up.

"My name is Oliver Kirkland, dearie," he had a bright smile. "Don't you recognize me? I look like someone you're familiar with, don't I?"

"I....don't recognize you. I'm very sorry! Do I know you?"

He suddenly looked confused. "Well...no you've never met me, but I should look familiar."

"I'm sorry...but, um...Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead, dearie," he nodded.

"I can't remember where I am or how I got here. Would you happen to know?"

"Yes, I brought you here-"

"Hey! The doll's awake?!" someone new suddenly slammed open the door.

This person definitely did not seem as friendly as Oliver. His clothing was pretty normal looking, ripped jeans and a white t-shirt. His dark brown hair was a bit unruly, and his red eyes seemed to pierce through me. There was another one behind him. He had long blonde hair pulled into a loose ponytail and violet eyes that were piercing in almost the same exact way. This one was wearing jeans and a red flannel.

"Yes," Oliver turned towards them.

He motioned to the brown haired man. "This is Allen Jones."

And then the blonde. "And Matthieu Williams."

"Hello..." I muttered.

What kind of situation was this? Why was I even here? Why did Oliver bring me here if we hadn't met before? Allen had interrupted before he could explain.

"Why did you-?" I tried to prompt Oliver to continue what we were talking about, but Allen interrupted again.

"So?" Allen demanded, suddenly grabbing my arm to pull me towards him. "What can you tell us about those damned first players?!"

"What do you mean first players?!" I exclaimed, trying to pull away. "Let me go!"

"Our first players!" he didn't listen. "My first player, Alfred! You know, America!"

"America is a country...I don't understand what you're talking about!"

"Allen, hold on," Oliver stepped forward. "Don't just suddenly question her. She doesn't know what's going on."

"She's just playin' stupid! She realizes who we are and why we want to know, so she isn't telling us to protect those bastards!" Allen turned to snap at him before going back to me. "If you don't tell us what we want to know, things are going to be really bad for you! You should know how dangerous we are."