England x Reader 2

Chapter 10: Canada

I lay in bed looking at the ceiling. The miniscule amounts of light from the moon and street lamps shone in through the crack in my curtains. I slowly closed my eyes and drifted into a dream filled with maple syrup.

Or so I thought.

It was dark and I couldn't see anything. Maybe that was because there was something on my face. It was roughly pulled off my face but still I couldn't see anything, then lights were flicked on and I was blinded for a few moments until my eyes adjusted. It seemed like I was in someone's basement. I tried to stand up but my legs were restricted by something, my arms too.

I was tied down to a chair.

There was a camera pointed at me although it didn't seem to be turned on. My eye continued to scan the room but they quickly flicked to the stairs when I heard footsteps.

(H/c) hair came into view as a woman stepped off the stairs. She turned and her icey (e/c) eyes made contact with mine. I shivered.

"W-who are you." I tried to ask but my mouth was gagged with something. I didn't have to wait for an answer though since my brain made the connection immediately after I attempted to ask.

"Hello, there Canada." (Y/n) said. I didn't understand. How did she know my name? "It's been a long time, how have you been?"

"W-what are you doing here (Y/n)?" I asked again but the gag wasn't helping.

(Y/n) walked over and spun a knife around in her hand. She then threw the knife at me. I flinched but I didn't feel any pain. Instead the knife had cut the string holding my gag on and it fell off my face.

"(Y-Y/n)!! Why are you here?! Why are you being so mean to me? What are you going to do to me?" I asked, panic finally setting in. She growled and put her hands around my throat and pressed me further against the wall.

"Just because I took your gag off didn't mean you could talk, now listen closely y'hear." (Y/n) said, her voice laced with anger. She whispered something into my ear so clearly I couldn't understand it. Which didn't make any sense because how could someone be so clear and yet I missed a single word she said. "You got that?"

"Y-yes!" I replied. Then her leg connected with my face and darkness took me.

"Don't worry, we'll discard him later." I heard the feminine voice say.

Sweat beaded down the side of my face as my eyes shot open. That was a very weird dream and even though it knew it was a dream it felt so real as if it had actually happened. The side of my face that was kicked stung slightly and I checked in the mirror to see if it had left a mark but there was nothing there.

Perhaps these were some of the dreams (Y/n) had been talking about having? I'll have to ask her another time.