Let Me Go! [Kidnapped! Hetalia x OC]

~CHAPTER 5 || First Step to Freedom ~

Let me go!

Chapter 5

/-/ Katie's POV /-/

I was left to my own accords, for once.

With a soft creak, Feliciano left the room and I was left standing there, looking miserable and helpless. It took me a few seconds to process what had happened all day, and when I did finish comprehending, I instantly jumped into my bed and began sobbing silently.

 I didn't want this! I never wanted something like this! I wanna go home! The thought of the things they could do to me while I was trapped here caused me to choke at my own tears and stare at the bed sheets in horror. Sure, I dreamt about being loved by them, but not like this! I instantly wrapped myself with my blanket and began shivering in fear. Please let my fantasies remain a fantasy! I was not country and to the core, I knew that; I was born and raised like a regular human being! I grew and developed normally and my race was American with one-fourth British! Born and raised as an American, and we all know that Alfred Fucking Jones is already the personification of the US of A! So what country could I possibly be representing that has any relation to me whatsoever!? The pieces aren't adding up! But...I don't know if this 'country' thing follows the Hetalia rules of personification or if there are new rules, conditions and terms added to it...

Frustrated, confused and doubtful.

Those are the words that present my emotions impeccably.

I couldn't do anything but silently and miserably go over this entire situation and try to keep myself together. The next thing that dwelled in my mind was why did they have to make me go through a troublesome and horrendous process just to know that I'm a country? Surely, sending me an invitation to talk would have been much better and more formal, instead of informing me by gruesomely murdering my friends, kidnapping me to an unknown place and keeping me hostage! I gave up trying to rationalize the things that have been happening and I just accepted that, no matter what, I will keep my guard up and my plans to myself.

Trust no one.

I hadn't realized how long I stayed on my bed without committing any sort of movement or sound.

 The grandfather clock beside my bed emitted a loud 'gong', telling me it was time for dinner. 7:00. A soft knock was what I heard from outside my room. As gentle and as quiet as it was, it made me flinch and grab the pillow I was previously resting on as an item of protection.

 I took a couple of deep breaths before placing the pillow down and say a soft "Who's there?" The door opened to reveal the same brunette that served as my tour guide around this massive mansion.

 "Ve~ Katrina, dinner is served!" Feliciano smiled at me wholeheartedly; well at least I think he did.

 I mean, who knows what they're thinking about under those smiles and bubbly expressions. Katrina - Never thought my name would sound so delightful, graceful and elegant, yet at the same time, threatening. The fear I had once tried to bury resurfaced itself again. "Right..." I reluctantly stood up and followed him to the dining hall where I was presented with such a magnificent sight. A large, elongated table covered with the sky blue tablecloth was in the center of the room with ten chairs surrounding it. A chandelier hovered over the table as the countries sat in their chairs, chatting the night away. It appears as they've been waiting for us to arrive, since food hadn't been served yet.