The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~

Chapter 5

I don't own Hetalia, if I did there would be so many couples it would be unbelievable!

{Americas POV}

I went down the stairs two at a time and walked into the kitchen. Mattie was cooking pancakes. How predictable.
"Ahh, Amérique did you put Angleterre to bed?" France asked, he was sitting at the kitchen table drinking some wine. Where did he get that? England doesn't drink wine.
"Yeah, France. He's still sleepin" I collapsed in a chair and started tapping my fingers on the table. France and Canada started to talk in French, I had no idea what they were saying but I heard France say England and my name a few times and I became suspicious, they could be saying anything right now. Mattie was just nodding and adding something to the conversation here and there, he was concentrating on making the pancakes.
"Done!" He exclaimed, although it was still a barely audible whisper. He poured maple syrup on the pancakes before serving them. Seriously. Where are these guys getting this stuff? I doubt England has any maple syrup. I would need to ask them at some point. We started to talk about England and why he was so different. I didn't even notice he was wearing different clothes until France pointed it out. I really need to start paying attention to my surroundings more.
"I think we should wait for him to wake up and then he can tell us, eh? We don't know what's happening and we could be making it out to be worse than it really is. It might've just been a bad dream" Mattie said, he sounded louder, he was talking at an almost normal level.
"Oui, Mathieu. We should wait" France took another drink of his wine and another bite of his pancake. I had finished mine the moment I got it, I was hungry. I had started eating a burger that was in my pocket, I was going to eat it at the meeting but I didn't think I would be going back.

{England's POV}

Oliver was talking but I couldn't hear him, I was losing consciousness. I could feel something hitting my chest and I knew when I woke up there would be a giant bruise. I wanted to wake up but I couldn't, not until I had passed out, but that seemed easier said than done, Oliver kneeled down next to me and smiled. It was a terrifying smile, full of hate. I wanted to run but my legs couldn't support me, even if I could run I doubted I would make it out of the room, I had never seen a door or window that I could use to escape. Oliver hugged me and I saw black.