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

Chapter 10 - The Traitor

"Where are we going?" I asked, eyeing Flavio cautiously as I was careful not to stumble over the uneven, gravelly ground of the parking lot.
"Some place I know you'll be safe until you find your way back to wherever the hell you came from," he answered, still leading the way through this thick fog that seems to carry sound easily. Our voices and footsteps echoes as if we're in a tunnel, and it made me extremely cautious and paranoid. We could be heard from a mile away!
"Calm down." Flavio seemed to notice my tension and spoke in a surprisingly soft tone. "They're not stupid, trust me on that, but panicking isn't going to help either of us."
"Wouldn't you get in trouble for helping me?" I asked, feeling somewhat dizzy.
He snorted. "Hell yeah I will. Luciano will literally kill me when he finds out."
"Then why are you risking your life to help me? I mean, seriously! It doesn't make any sense!"
It's nice of him, yeah, but does he really want to risk his life helping me? He doesn't even know me!
"Nothing makes sense anymore," he muttered and I happened to agree with him on that. "I don't know why, but I just feel like killing you wouldn't be right."
"Why? Because I remind you of your girlfriend?" I asked in a sarcastic tone, but he surprisingly responded seriously.
"Well, to be honest, si, you do. But that's not-" He abruptly silenced and stopped walking, pulling me to a stop, too.
"What?"
Flavio pressed a hand over my mouth and I immediately began to feel panicked again, but through the pounding of my heart, I can hear footsteps coming our way.
My eyes widened and I held my breath. Oh no, we're going to get caught escaping! Then Flavio and I would be killed!
"Rosalie," Flavio whispered in my ear. It was barely audible, but enough for me to hear. "Go with me on this, we're going to have to act this one out."
What? I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
Then he turned me to face him and then yanked me towards him. I gasped when I felt his lips pressing against my neck and his hands skimming my body hungrily.
I gasp and tensed up, then pounded my hands against him and I couldn't help but to scream, "Get the hell off me!"
"Flavio, why out in the parking lot?"
I froze when I heard Luciano's voice behind me and shivers went up my spine. I'm still freaking out about what Flavio is doing, but it scares me even more knowing the Luciano is here.
We're caught escaping! We're going to die!
Flavio looked up and I glared up at him to see his crimson eyes looking behind me, where Luciano stands. A smirk stretched his lips.  "I couldn't find any empty rooms and I was sort of...in a hurry. Out here it's nice and foggy; there's more privacy. Now, if you'll excuse me, fratello."
I gulped, clenching my fists, but I understand what Flavio is doing now,
I heard Luciano snort in disgust, but he walked away.
After a minute of silence when I knew Luciano was out of hearing range, I quickly stepped away from Flavio, who's fixing his suit jacket.
"Nice acting, Rosalie."
I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't acting."
"Oh, but either way, it was convincing. Now c'mon," he reached to grab my arm, but I stepped away from him in reflex.
"Please don't," I said, shaking my head and glaring at him.
"Fine, but being pissed won't help you, you know." Flavio said, walking away, and what other choice did I have but to follow? Not only do I have no damn clue where I am, but he's also the only hope I really have, despite the fact that he's nowhere near trustworthy. He's proven himself so far, though.
We walked for quite a while and now my legs are getting too numb for me to control them properly. I have stumbled over them a few times, but it's only until now that I began to fall.
Flavio managed to catch me, but that never stopped my legs from feeling like this. The sudden fall made my head spin and now I can barely think; all I know is that I'm tired as all hell.
"Hey, stay with me!" I heard Flavio's voice echo through my head, and since my eyes are closed, I could swear he sounds just like Lovino.
I felt a hand patting against my cheek, and in the back of my mind, I can understand that he's trying to keep me awake, but I'm so tired.
"Dammit!" I heard his voice again.
I was lifted, but I felt like I was falling again. I feel like I'm in Romano's arms, and I feel strong again.

Flavio's P.O.V

"Dammit!" I muttered as she fell unconscious. It must be the bloodloss and the recent events must have exhausted her. I lifted her and I was about to toss her onto my shoulder, but then I remembered that she"s wounded and that wouldn't be the best way...so I just carried her in my arms and began running.
Despite all of the fog, I know where I'm going. I've done this so many times, I've memorized it. I swear I can do this with my eyes closed.
Many times I've helped captives escape, and so this isn't new to me. Usually I'd just tell the others that they'd either escaped or I don't know what happened to them. Now I'm helping this girl escape; this reason a little different than the reasons I've had for other escapees.
Rosalie is new to this world. I don't know why or how, it just feels different and I can't put my finger on it.
She's a spitting image of Zoey, despite the hair, eyes, and obvious personality. But this Rosalie chick being here just feels wrong altogether. Of course, I never want anyone to die, although there have been times were I couldn't save someone, but it just seems like I don't want her to die specifically.
It's confusing as fuck and each time I try to put the pieces together, they'd slip just out of my reach.
It's something out of my comprehension, despite my desperate attempts to understand it.
"Ugh," I muttered as I slowed to a walk. Carrying another person while running isn't very easy.
I'm going to take Rosalie to someplace where I usually don't take the captives. I feel like I need to take her to a friend of mine, someone who could probably understand what the hell is going on.
I just hope that my intuition is leading me the right direction, and that I don't end up getting her, or both of us, killed.

Zoey's P.O.V

"Zoey, please." Arthur begged, his head shaking softly as his green eyes pleaded with me.
We're alone now, finally, and we're still in the conference room where the World Meetings take place.
"I need this information," he continued.
I crossed my arms; he had freed me after making me promise I wouldn't go berserk again. Although I didn't exactly promise, it seemed enough for him. And God am I glad that I can move. That cramp was bugging the hell out of me.
"I know," I smirked devilishly. "That's why I won't tell you."
He sighed in frustration. "And why would you do that?"
"Because I know it annoys you," I said proudly. Annoying people is one of my specialties, and damn do I love this specialty.
"Look, we need to fix this. The forces are not in their natural order and I need you to cooperate," he said, setting his hand on the table and leaning onto it for support. He has on a worn out expression, but I don't plan on giving up. Besides, this is fun. I don't get to do something like this often. Oliver isn't much fun when it comes to annoying him. Arthur, however, is a whole different story.
"The forces?" I raised an eyebrow, just now understanding what he had said. "What in the bloody hell are you talking about?"
He sighed again, but it was heavier. "I really don't want to explain it all. Listen, Zoey, I'm begging you. Let me figure out what I need to do to make this right. You need to go back to your own world and Rosalie needs to return to this one."
I shifted my weight, fighting to urge to demand answers. "What if I said I don't want to go back?"
He stared at me. "No, don't you dare."
I smirked again, but it's more forceful this time. I can feel my lips twitch slightly in the process. Is this what this is all about? I'm in a different world? Well, that would certainly explain these changes. "Or else what? You won't kill me for it, will you? From what I've understand, you don't want to kill me. You can't. You need me."
Arthur's jaw clenched, telling me that's he's becoming angry. I can see the delicious irritation swirling in his gaze and it just made me feel even more sadistic and proud.
"I really don't want to force you, but I will if you leave me no other choice."
I raised my eyebrows. "Is that a challenge? Let me see you try, you insignificant twit."
He glared at the insult, but I continued.
"What are you going to do? Torture me for information? Ha! That won't do any good for either of us."
But then Arthur raised one hand towards me and I braced myself for whatever he's about to do. Knock me out? Slap me?
He began mumbling something I don't know, but I've heard it before. Oliver has used spells like Arthur is using. Black magic, I believe. He's speaking in Latin, but I have yet to understand the language.
But then Arthur shouted a finish and there was a bright blue beam that ruptured around me. I gasped and was about to stumble back, but then I found myself unable to move at all.
My mouth is stuck at an agape state and my body is frozen in mid-step. I can't even blink my eyes or shift my gaze.
An immobilizing spell. Damn.
"There, that should do it." Arthur said, now grinning at me smugly. "Now you can't move, nor can you make any more smartass remarks."
If he wants smartass, then I'll show him smartass!
Oh, wait, I can't talk.
As he walked closer, I practically feel the anger in him. I had reached his limits, and I feel daring to try and tempt him further, but unfortunately, that isn't possible right now.
"So, will you cooperate now?" He asked, but I didn't and couldn't respond. He chuckled at my silence. "I'll take that as a yes."