sweet tastes and alluring scents (2P England X Reader)

Saving Your Sorry A*se

As promised a chapter! hope you enjoy this. Got the next chapter already to go for next week. :)

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Reader's POV:

"G..u." A stern voice flittered through my ears, "uh..." I rolled over no in the mood to be woken up any time soon. "Get Up!" I clearly heard the words this time, violently being shaken from my slumber, "Goddamn get up!" The voice hissed I opened one eye slightly only to be met with violet. I almost fell of my bed in shock at their closeness, but they stopped me by dragging me to my feet covering my mouth so I wouldn't scream. He grunted at me in annoyance as I took in his appearance "Your that drunk man! Why are you here?" I tried to say but came out more as "yuff nat unnkk nnn! Ay r o er?" his eyebrow furrowed completely understanding my muffled speech. "My name is Francios..." he scowled releasing his grip. "Sounds familiar..." I mumbled pondering, "I don't care..." he lazily responded taking my arm and dragging from my room to the hallway, I struggled against his grip "What are you doing?" I snapped at him, "Saving your sorry a*se" he seethed I scowled at him. "What about my sister?" I yanked him the way my sister's room use to be. "Non!" he sternly disagreed yanking me back to his side, as a loud smashing sound erupted through the house "Oui, I won't just leave her!" I argued clearly pushing his buttons, a low growl emitted from him as he started to stomp the way I originally tried to lead him, he'd given in.

He stopped at the end of the hall turning his head to give me a quizzical glare. I pointed at the door to our right "In there..." I replied quietly. He shoved the door open "(sister's name)" I called in to the darken room. "wha...?" a faint voice responded; Francios strolled quickly towards the bed dragging me behind him. He whipped off the sheets grabbed my sisters arm with his spare hand and pulled her from her bed and in to the lightly lit hallway. "What's going on?" she yawned not daring to open her eyes, "We're breaking out" I smiled hope flooding through my veins, longing to never, ever come back to this place ever again.

She nodded rubbing at her eyes, Francios grunted clearly annoyed signalling us to shut our mouths. We soon arrived at the bottom of the marble stairs to only to be meet with the now chaotic trashed house. "WHERE IS SHE?" a voice boomed "F*ck off bastardo! Karou!" Padre's voice hissed. Our Path was blocked as an intense fight stumbled in the way.

3rd person's Pov:

"You're never getting (Sister's name)!" Lutz snarled clearly enraged "Get you facts straight you douche I don't want (Sister's name) I'm here for (Y/N)!" Matt growled at the German, Lutz brought his fist back making it clear he he'd had enough of the Canadian's talk, he brought his fist down only to be blocked with the barbed wire of matt's hockey stick. Matt took his opportunity as Lutz drew back; matt roughly swung his leg out at his opponent's feet causing Lutz to lose his balance resulting in a hard hit to his head on the cold unforgiving marble floor. Matt loomed over him; Lutz glared daggers at him for the cheap move, matt growled in response then swung his hockey stick, it hit the dead centre of Lutz forehead causing his whole body to slum unconscious.

Matt was so close to finishing the German once and for all intill he finally spotted the 3 pairs of eyes glued to him. He lazily looked over at the audience only to smirk at the sight of (F/N) which soon turned in to a scowl at the tarnished look on her face. "Lutz...." (S/N) cried out trying to claw out of Francios grip to get to her old best friend resulting in a elbow to the ribs causing her also to be knocked out. (F/N) dropped her head down staring towards the floor, she wasn't disappointed in Matt for what he'd done because she knew fully well it was to aid her escape so she slowly raised her head giving him a reassuring small smile he nodded only to walk up to her and take her from Francios grip, only to take her hand in his own. "We better get going" he sighed to Francios who nodded in agreement as he slung the unconscious girl over his shoulder.

Both girls where taken to a Jeep not that far from the estate, "we've got her..." Francios sighed into the walkie-talkie as he placed (S/N) into the back seat next to (F/N).