The Unknown, But Not Forgotten. 2p Hetalia X Reader

The Murder That Started It

{Reader's Point Of View.}

You trudged through the darkness of the alley, soaking wet. The night was musky, and had loads of rain. Have you ever heard of the saying, The angels are crying? Well, at the moment, you wish you could just shoot a bullet at the sky, hoping it would make them stop crying. But, alas, you couldn't. That's nonsense. You shake your head at the thought and continue running. For some strange reason, a tall man had been chasing you. You came to believe that he was a cop, and found the body you had recently hid. "Stop!" The male yelled. You looked back, being stupid enough to take your eyes off where you were running, you rammed into a broad chest, making you stumble back slightly. "You're quite a fast runner, eh?" The eh at the end of the sentence gave you a clue, that he was Canadian. The accent gave it away. "What does it mean to you, dump truck?" You spat, pushing against his chest. His eye twitched slightly, stepping closer as the man that was chasing you had caught up. You looked up into the man's violet eyes, noticing a strange curl attached to his hair. Curiously, you reached up and pulled it. The man backed away quickly, muttering curses in his native language. "You're in trouble now, doll face." A red headed male emerged from the shadows, a smirk on his face. You also noticed the little stick-up that male had, and pulled it. In wonder, you watched the reaction. He backed away and lifted his hand, which was holding a bloody baseball bat. He soon took a deep breathe and dropped the bat. "Alright, listen here- Wha-? Where'd you go?" Looking up, he glanced around. You climbed up onto the roof of a jewelry building while he was throwing a small tantrum. You dropped a pebble, knocking him in the head. "Up here~!" You taunt. He looks up, snarling. "Al, remember, she has to be alive." The blonde said, looking up as well. "Well, Matt, it's kind of a hard quest. Shouldn't we get something out of this?" Al chuckled. You glared down at him and put on a pouty face. "Too bad, so sad, boys!" You giggle and jump over to another roof, losing balance slightly. "Well, this isn't the sturdiest of roofs." You laugh. Soon, a small cry was heard. Is that a child? You thought, jumping off the roof and landing on the ground. You take a quick look around, not seeing anyone. A small shimmer catches your attention. You glide over to it, grabbing it and pulling it out. A recorded tape! You hiss and throw the tape against the brick wall. "Seems you have a weak spot, hm?" The voice had a certain tone to it. "Al." You mumble. "Great! You know my name!" Al laughed. "You've given us quite the trouble, (Name). I hope you know, we are going to get you back for this little game of cat and mouse." Matt growled into your ear, that's the last thing you heard before blacking out.