Disclaimer i don't own hetalia or you.
Light invades the darkness and you crack open your eyes. The room around you is solid
concrete except for a thick door and a high bared window letting in light. There are no
furnishings and you are in chains. Your arms are chained above your head and the fact that
you can no longer feel them told you, you had been here awhile. Your legs were bound
together with tight rope and were an unhealthy shade of magenta. The thick door started to
creek open and Natalia came in.
"So you're the slut who's been taking advantage of my брат."
"What? No I love your brother I would never hurt him!" you yelled at the blond girl. A
sharp "whip" sound penetrated your ears and an equally sharp pain followed. Warm blood
trickled down your cheek where she had slashed at you with a think stick.
"Don't you ever say that!" she was screaming now, "He is mine and we are going to get
married! You think he really loves you? Than ask him what's under his scarf. Oh wait you
can't because you're going to die here," she chuckled a disgusting smile on her lips.
With that she turned on her heal and walked back out the door.