A New World (a Hetalia fanfiction - Book 3) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 9 - The Chance

"We get Rosalie back, and I know a way to do it."
"How?" The American asked, but the Arthur guy kept looking at me for some odd reason.
"Is there something on my face?" I sneered at him, but he ignored me.
"We get her by getting information out of Zoey," Arthur explained.
"What information?" I asked. Do they think they can get data out of me so easily? They're foolish to believe that.
"I need to know what world you came from," he told me.
"What?" I asked, feeling my face form into a baffled expression. What world I came from? What the hell is he talking about?"
He sighed, rubbing his forehead and closing his eyes. "No time to explain, just...just tell me how your world was like. Where do you live? What does it look like?"
"How were other people like?" Alfred asked and then Arthur glared at him.
"I'll be doing the questioning, you wanker." His tone is filled with irritation.
"Aww, but I wanna do the Good Cop - Bad Cop thing!" Alfred replied, and before Arthur could respond, Alfred called, "I call Bad Cop!"
"No-"
Arthur was cut off as Alfred stomped over to me and then slammed his hand onto the back of the chair I'm bound to, and I didn't even flinch when he leaned close and glared into my eyes.
"Answer the question, lady." He growled, though I can see the amusement in his eyes. Or is he taking this seriously? I'm not sure which is more hilarious.
"Alfred!" Arthur grabbed at Alfred's arm and yanked him back, glaring at him. "I said I'll be asking the questions, you stay out of it."
"Can I just-"
"No."
"But-"
"I said no."
"But Iggy-"
"Dammit Alfred, shut up!"
I did my best to keep a straight face. They argue as much as Allen and Oliver do, and I can't say it isn't amusing.
"This isn't working," the German muttered, shaking his head at the bickering idiots. "It would be best if we just end the meeting and start the questioning once everyone has left."
"Hell no to that!" Poland, or whoever he is, spoke up, lifting his finger while setting his other hand on his hip. "I'm not going to just go home and sit around! Ima stay here and help you whether you like it or not!"
"As much as I hate to say it, Germany's right, aru." The guy that looks like China shook his head. "We will only be in the way."
"Well, then they'd better get used to it, 'cause I'm not going anywhere!" Poland exclaimed, setting his hands on his waist and wearing a stubborn expression.
Arthur sighed heavily, clearly stressed out. "Everyone, just go home. This is my fault, so I'm the one who should fix this."
"No way!" Poland shouted, but Arthur continued.
"I don't need anyone's help," he said sternly. "I will figure this out."
"Not by yourself, you're not!" The woman that looks like Hungary spoke up, stepping out of the crowd surrounding me. "I know as well as you do that you can't do this on your own! I know how you are about pride, so you don't need to ask for our help, because we vill help anyway."
"Hell yeah!" Alfred said and gave the Hungarian a small high-five.
I don't blame Arthur for feeling so annoyed about them all.
The Brit, however, shook his head. "Not with this, you can't. I need to find the right spell, but first I need the location of the world we need. Then I need to find a safe way to switch them back, and it's not safe for anyone else to help out with this."
"We can help you find the right spells," Hungary suggested. "How dangerous can that be?"
"Very dangerous!" Arthur bellowed, causing Hungary to jump in surprise, then he sighed. "Listen, I said I don't need any help, now will you please respect that?"
It fell silent and Arthur sighed once more, now looking at me again.
"Zoey, will you be willing to calmly come with me so I can find a way to get you back to...wherever you're from?"
"Calmly?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him and a smirk stretched across my face. "Sounds boring."
He shook his head, "Please, we need to figure this out. Don't you want to return to your world?"
I couldn't stop myself when my eyes averted away and no words formed. Do I want to go back there?
This place isn't the same, it's unfamiliar, but it sure as hell is interesting. Back there is chaos, nothing but violence in which I grew up and learned to love, but this place...this place is different.
I decided not to speak, so now it's just silent.

Rosalie's P.O.V

"What shall we do about her?" Oliver asked with his sickly sweet tone of his, his bluish-pink eyes darting from Luciano to me.
Luciano twirled his knife, his piercing magenta eyes staring into my gaze so intensely I had to look away, shivering. "I say we just end her, like we're supposed to."
"Well, I've taken an interest in her." There was a change in Flavio's tone and his crimson eyes met mine and a seductive smirk crept across his lips.
Wait, hold on, what?
"I thought-"
Flavio cut Allen off with a shrug. "I lied."
Luciano rolled his eyes, sighing. "Two hours, fratello."
I swallowed hard. What? Two hours for what!?
Flavio grabbed my arm and I automatically jerked it away, glaring up at him. He motioned me to follow him and I didn't move.
"Clock's ticking," Oliver sang as he skipped out of the room.
Allen and Flavio shared a small glance and they seemed to have agreed on something, something I don't think I want to know.
Then Flavio quickly grabbed me, picking me up effortlessly. Before I could scream, my breath was cut off at the sharp pain in my waist and my scream died before it formed.
I didn't know my eyes were squeezed shut until I opened them and saw that I'm being carried out of the room.
Despite the agonizing pain, I began battering my fists against him, struggling and kicking. "Let go of me! Put me down you son of a-"
He covered my mouth with his hand, but he didn't slow down and it's as if my struggling had no effect on him, which isn't surprising since I'm too weak to do any real damage. "Shush it, I'm trying to help you."
Does he think I'm an idiot!?
I bit his hand as hard as I could, hard enough to feel the skin break and taste blood in my mouth, and he yelped, dropping me and grabbing at his hand which had deep bite marks from my teeth, and they're bleeding.
I cried out in pain the impact caused my injury, but I quickly pulled myself up and stumbled away, but I didn't get far when he grabbed my arm.
"Dammit, ragazza, fucking listen!"
"Why should I!?" I yelled back, turning around to face Flavio. "How do I know you're not gonna try something on me? You have an 'interest' in me, right?"
Flavio shook his head. "I said that as an excuse to get you out of there. I'm getting you out of this place."
My eyebrows furrowed at him in disbelief. "Oh, really? So you kill everyone else who runs into you guys, but you let me free? Oh, yeah, thanks, I really believe that."
"Believe me or not, I have a feeling you just don't belong here. And just so you know, it's my fratello doing the killing. Me? I'm not so fond of it," he said, now pulling my arm and dragging me with him.
"'Don't belong here'? You just now noticed!?" I snapped, but for some reason, I didn't struggle with him anymore. I don't know why I keep shouting at him. I have a right not to trust him, but he could be telling the truth. I'm letting out all of my frustration I've felt the past few hours on this guy I hardly knew, and this damn injury isn't helping. I can hardly walk without stumbling and gasping in pain, and it just makes me feel more irritated.
He abruptly stopped walking and swirled around to face me, his face too close to mine for comfort. "Listen, do you want help or not?"
I gritted my teeth. "I do, but I need someone I can trust!"
"Well, this is all you've got, ragazza."
With superhuman effort, I didn't argue back. I just glared at him, but it wasn't long until he turned back around to continue to walk, letting me go.
With hesitation, I followed.
I hope he's telling the truth when he said he's helping, because if he isn't, I'd be a horrendously naïve girl.
But, right now, he's the only chance I have.