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

Chapter Eight

(Short AN: I'm back! Now that the start of the new semester has settled, I'll be back to updating every two to three weeks as usual. Enjoy!)

"Did you find her?" Oliver was extremely frazzled by the time all the boys met back at home.

They had been searching all day. Francois had talked to everyone he could, but nobody knew anything about (Name)'s disappearance, and she hadn't come back yet either. Oliver, Allen, and Matt had combed every part of town they could think of, but none of them had any luck. When they all shared their findings, the four exchanged downtrodden looks.

"She has to be somewhere..." Allen muttered. "There's no way she just disappeared..."

"We just have to...calm down and think about this clearly," Oliver forced a smile onto his face. "Everyone we know is looking out for her now and will let us know if they find her. She doesn't know anyone else other than us, and still has amnesia. She can't be gone for long. Surely she will come back soon."

Dread suddenly befell Matt at his sudden realization. He tried to keep a neutral expression on his face despite that, mostly to keep the others a little more calm considering what he was about to say.

"...What if she doesn't have amnesia anymore?"

"What?!" Oliver exclaimed.

"Is that even possible?" Allen demanded. "Why would her memory of everything suddenly come back?"

"What she saw..." Oliver muttered. "It could have sparked her memory of us second players...."

Francois pulled out his pack of cigarettes, lighting one before taking a long drag off of it. The smoke billowed around the room. He didn't care that he was inside the house. He wasn't going to leave the conversation, but cigarettes were something he heavily relied on when stressed. Surprisingly, Oliver said nothing about him smoking in the house. He was too preoccupied with the problem at hand to care at the moment. It was silent for a moment, everyone trying to take in what Oliver said.

"Do you really think it's possible?" Francois asked.

"We have to consider the possibility," he nodded. "If that's the case, the probability of her returning is lower..."

"Me and Matt will go out and look again tomorrow," Allen suggested. "You and Francois need to run the shop. Maybe one of your customers will know something."

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"Don't stare at me with such hostility in your eyes, ragazza," but the look on Luciano's face was more amused than angry as he stood at the foot of the bed.

I had no idea exactly how long it had been since the first time he had come into this room, but considering there was nothing for me to do but sit here, it seemed like forever. Flavio had promised to tell Luciano to come as soon as he could in order to talk about the problem with the shackle on my ankle, and now here he was.

My guard was up. I had been sitting on the side of the bed, but stood to face him when he walked in. I didn't want to feel vulnerable and allow something to happen like what he had done earlier when he came in with Flavio. Who knew if he could tell how on edge I was, but I was trying to put on a brave face so as to not give him any satisfaction.

"Flavio told me that you were curious as to why I stole you away."

"Wouldn't anyone be wondering the same in this situation?" I countered.