2P!HetaliaXReaderX1P!Hetalia (Ch. 3)

2P!HetaliaXReaderX1P!Hetalia -  No Matter The Cost (Ch. 3)
{Warning: Profanity }

It had been a day since their Second Players had taken you and everything was getting worse for the former Axis and Allies. It was like all of their energy had been taken from them.

All of them could feel the effect of you being in their hands. The one girl who had been there to aid them in wars, the one girl who was their best friend The one girl they loved.

"Well, dudes. Anyone have any suggestions?" The usually loud and cheerful American had muttered, sorrow easily found in his tone.

The eleven men in the room remained quiet, still grieving about the loss of a friend. No one could look at another in the eyes, afraid that the tears at bay would fall. That would be a sign of weakness, but it's not like anyone was there to take advantage of it.

A sorrow filled Italian lifted his eyes from the table, actually having them open for once. He glanced around the room, seeing all of his friends near tears. Some of them had their head in their hands while others were just staring off into the distance.

Feliciano looks over at his ally, and second closest friend, Ludwig, to see his hand covering his eyes, trying to keep the tears from falling.

The bravest person Feliciano knew was in tears. How could they fight an enemy while battling their own emotions? Not knowing if you were alive or dead? Was it worth it…?

"Si…" Feliciano stands up, swallowing his fear. He slams his hands on the long table, drawing all of his friends' attention.

"Feliciano what is-" Even though Feliciano knew he would be yelled at later, he interrupted his German friend.

"What do you all think (Name) would be thinking right now if she saw us like this? If she saw us sitting around crying, when we should really be thinking of a plan to get her back?" Feliciano gulps and pushes back his need to cry for Germany.

No. He needed to do this by himself. He couldn't depend on Germany when your life was at stake.

"She's probably crying, sobbing for us to come and get her and what are we doing? Sitting on our asses like everything's going to be okay! But it's not! She's in the hands of Villains. Who knows what they have in store for her."

He sees resolve begin to stir within his friends' eyes, so he carries on, "Even if it means destroying our bodies, we have to save her. No matter the cost. Even if our countries go bankrupted it would be a lot better than having to live with the guilt of knowing we didn't try our best to get (Name) back from those… monsters."

A chorus of 'Yeah!' 'Damn Straight!' and 'Fuck Yeah!'s come from his friends. They all stand, their sorrow quickly forgotten as they begin to think of a plan to get you back safely.

'Don't worry (Name), we're coming…'

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You had been resting peacefully on your bed when you began to hear yelling. You stood up, and gently tip-toed out of your room and downstairs to where it was coming from.

You peaked around the corner to see Kiku's 'Second Player' (as they had told you about it the previous day) arguing with China's second player.

You had to stain yourself to catch a few words being tossed back and forth until you heard your name enter the conversation. You hadn't been spotted yet, so you decided to make your presence known by yawning and walking around the corner you had been hiding behind.

Since you were still in your clothes from yesterday, you didn't feel that awkward about the two new comers' stares.

You fake stretch and groan, coming to a stop in front of China and Japan's second players. You smile softly and scratch your head.

"Um, Hi... I'm-" You're quickly interrupted by Japan's opposite.

"(Name)-Chan. Yes, we were aware of you." His eyes trail along your body, examining you before meeting your gaze once again, "I'm Kuro." He doesn't bow like you thought he would, but China's opposite does.

"Hello (Name), I'm Xiao. Please forgive my brother at the moment. He isn't at his best right now." You copy Xiao and bow, not wanting to make him angry.

You then look over at Kuro who has his arms crossed and is apparently thinking. You take in his clothing that's very identical to Kiku's.

His suit was mostly black, but still had some gold around the collar, bottom of the sleeves, and buttons. When you notice the shoulders you immediately recognize the uniform. It's the Imperial Japanese Naval Uniform!

You then notice his hair has more of a red tint to it instead of the honey brown Kiku's does. His eyes are also a red unlike Kiku's warm brown ones.

As if he can feel you staring, Kuro opens his blood red eyes and looks in your (color) ones. You begin to sway as your vision begins to swirl and crash together.  Kuro smirks until his vision is filled with his brothers back. His smirk quickly turns to a scowl.

Xiao wraps his arms around your waist and lets you lean on him, "Kuro! Don't take your anger out on (Name)! She's done nothing to you! If you really want to fight go find Viktor!"

You clench your hands on Xiao's outfit that is spot on to Yao's, save for the hat atop his head. You begin to fall onto your knees when an unexpected weight collapses on your body.

"You see Kuro! Her body isn't used to your illusions!" Xiao scolded him some more, but your mind stopped processing at 'illusions'.

'K-Kuro can use illusions!? How-how is that even possible?!' You fall into Xiao's arms, clinging to him as if he were your lifeline.

After a few moments, you realize Xiao must've sat on the ground with you since you're in his lap. You feel his heartbeat under your palm and notice it's beating faster than it should.

You look up at Xiao and see him looking down at you with concerned, honey-nut colored eyes. He sends a smile that doesn't reach said eyes.

"Are you okay? You had me worried. The last person that was introduced to Kuro's illusions didn't wake from them." He closes his eyes as his smile turns sympathetic.

"I also want to apologize for him again. He had a… mission and it didn't go as planned so he's quite angry."

You were about to reply when a French accent reached your ears. "So Kuro failed the assignment Lutz gave him? Well, I would be mad too Mon Ami."

You're gently helped up by the French man and he smiles deviously at you. Knowing Francis, this could be bad…

You take in this man's appearance and are quiet surprised. Nothing's overly flashy! Well, this is 2P!France we are talking about.

He's wearing dark brown pants that appear to have some purple, a purple ruffled shirt with black lining where the buttons are, an unbuttoned peach colored sweater over that, and finally a chocolate covered cape with the 'fleur de lis' in gold.

You then notice his eyes are a violet, not blue, and his hair seems to have slightly more orange in it. You don't see any stubble however,* but that just might be from the angle you're at.

"Hello Mon Cher," He kisses your hand and bows to you, "I am Vincent."

'Wait! What the hell?! If this is Vincent, then… Scheiße! Just how twisted will things get? First Alessandro and his… knowledge on 'love-making', then Lutz and his glare, Oliver and his cheerfulness, Jason being a villain, Michal being… seen! Everything is so backwards. Not to mention I still have to meet this Russia, Romano, and Prussia…'

You look at Vincent who was now on his knees, kissing your palm. He presses it to his cheek and stands up. He looks down at you and begins to lean forward.

Your eyes widen when you notice this. You glance over your shoulder to see if Xiao is still there but he left! You gulp soundlessly and look back at Vincent. You could smell the peppermint on his breath as he leans his forehead against yours.

"Hey Vincent, Lean any closer and I'll kill you." Sweet Holy Rome you have a savior!

Vincent stands up correctly, dropping your hand. His violet orbs clash with crimson. He smirks and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his embrace. Your head lands on his chest and he cradles it there.

"Oh~? You want Mon petit amant? Well, who's gonna take her from me?" You feel his chest rumble from his chuckle. Soon after, you hear the cocking of a pistol making Vincent freeze.

"I believe me Sie Arschloch." Lutz growled behind the sleazy Frenchman, pressing the gun's nozzle tighter against his head.

Vincent grins but surrenders, handing you over to Alessandro. "Okay, I know when I'm beat."

He strides over to the exit, briefly stopping to look at you. "But don't think this is over Mon Cher. You will be mine."

"I don't see how Oliver puts up with him" Lutz puts his gun back in its holster before looking over at you.

"Are you hurt Kätzchen?" You turn your attention to Lutz. It was hard to see what he was thinking since his hat was casting shadow upon his face.

"No, just a little creeped out... Does he always do that?" You hear Lutz sigh and Alessandro chuckle.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pressing himself against your back. He rests his chin on your shoulder and smirks.

"Only to the pretty ones." He nuzzles your neck making you blush.

'Okay, Alessandro is still affectionate like Feli but, it might not always be innocent…'