...a man with platinum blonde hair, and violet eyes. he towered over you, and this caused you to half-shiver in fear.
“y-yes, i-i-i-i’m o-okay…” you answered, not daring to meet his gaze. a soft, innocent chuckle met your ears, and one of his large hands wrapped around your tiny wrist, pulling you to your feet.
you looked up at the man almost hesitantly, and stared in surprise at the man who was kind enough to help you up.
he towered over you, even when you were standing, and his lips were curled into a gentle smile; a smile that gave off a feeling of innocence, and perhaps jubilance, but there was also a sense of foreboding and uneasiness hidden beneath his guiltless facade.
his skin was just as pale as yours, and he wore a tan trenchcoat that hugged his body perfectly. his scarf hugged his neck nicely, and his large, gloved hand was still around your wrist when you were standing.
A gust of wind made you shiver, and he cast you a worried look. “are you sure you’re okay, sunflower?” he asked you softly, furrowing his eyebrows a little in concern, although you were complete strangers to each other.
y-yes…” you answered once more, refusing to meet his gaze again. he slowly let you go, staying silent. he opened his mouth to say something, but you had said a quick, ‘i’m sorry’ and goodbye, before brushing past him, and walking away.
you didn’t bother to look back, either; you can’t afford to get close to him. he’ll only betray you when he finds out what happened to you; he’ll go to the police, or even worse, he’ll go to your father, and tell him that he found you, and you’ll get a beating so bad, that it will surely kill you.
but you felt a really bad cramp in your stomach from hunger, and you felt light headed again, like you did this morning. you stumbled a little as you continued walking, and failed to acknowledge that there were watchful eyes following your every movement.
you held yourself as you walked, trying and failing desperately to keep yourself warm. your breaths were ragged, and you found it hard to keep walking.
you were sick, tired, hungry, and just about ready to give up. you could still feel the blood dripping from your back. maybe your father whipped you too much, and they whip lashes were a little too deep.
you stopped walking when you fell to your knees, and doubled over, holding your aching body, and trying not to cry. you could literally feel the blood seeping through your shirt, which now stuck to your back.
you panted softly, almost soundlessly. you could see your breath clearly, and you could almost feel your skin turn blue, even though it wasn’t exactly happening yet.
before you knew it, you passed out, and fell forward, still holding yourself.
You woke up later, laying in a room with a window, with bandages wrapped around your torso, and warm blankets draped over your frail figure. you heard soft music in another room near the one you were in.
the music was soft, and melodic, bringing a light, unfamiliar feeling to you. you sat up carefully, and looked around.
“where am i?” you asked yourself softly, ignoring the fact that you were practically naked. but you did notice that you couldn’t find your bag.
“h-huh? M-My bag!” you exclaimed, jumping out of bed, but almost falling flat on your face. you landed on your back, and you half screamed out of pain. suddenly, the soft music stopped, and footsteps rushed to your room, and the door swung open.
“are you alright?” a concerned voice asked. you looked up at the man who had entered.
“i-er-uh-!” you were cut off when you were helped up by the man, whom was wearing a red jogging suit, with a pocky stick hanging out of his mouth. “are you hurt at all miss?” he asked. you nodded quickly.
“y-yes...um...would you please tell me where i am?” you asked, shying away from him. the dark haired man nodded.
“right...you are at my friend, Alfred’s house. He, along with some other friends and i, saw you collapse in front of the house the other day, so we took you inside, and bandaged you up.” he responded obediently. you breathed a sigh of relief that you weren’t in a hospital. “okay...thank you, sir-wait, other day!?” your eyes widened.
how long had you been asleep!?
The dark haired man nodded. “yes, the day before yesterday, actually.” he informed you.
“And how long has it been since you last ate anything?” he asked you before you could say anything else. you stayed silent. “...uh...i’d rather not talk about food right now…” you answered quietly.
“but...did you, perhaps, put my bag somewhere?” you asked nervously. he nodded once again. “er...yes, i did. i put it in the drawer over there.” he answered once more, pointing to the dresser on the right of the bed, which was against the wall.
“o-oh...th-thank you.” you proceeded to go over to the dresser, but he stopped you.
“Before you do anything, why don’t you get something to eat? my friend, Ita-i mean...Feliciano, is making pasta. why don’t you join us?” he suggested.
you gave him a surprised look.
did he really want to offer you food?
you swallowed the lump in your throat. “...o-okay…” you answered softly. he smiled a little, and led you out of the room, down the stairs, and to the living room to wait for the food. once there, you were greeted by the same man who you bumped into.
“hello, sunflower~!” he greeted happily.
A blue eyed, blonde haired boy with a cowlick looked at you, and grinned. “hey, dudette! how’s it going?” he asked, waving to you. he was wearing a blue superman hoodie, with black skinny jeans.
a blonde haired, green eyed boy, with a few piercings on, and black skinny jeans looked up, and offered you a smile. “Hello, love.” he greeted smoothly, shifting a little in his seat. he was wearing a plaid tie, and a white, button up shirt with a black vest hugging his body just right so the (probably baggy) shirt didn’t fall off his shoulders or anything. he had a dog collar around his neck, and he had a few rubber bracelets on his right wrist. a chinese boy looked up, and waved.
“Nihao~!” he greeted, his dark ponytail resting on his shoulder. he wore a hat with little yellow stars scattered all over it, and a black mandarin jacket with white pants and black boots that stopped just past his calf. he was holding a hello kitty doll.
the rest of the people in the room weren’t paying attention. A flaxen haired male, whose hair was slicked back, was reading a book, while another flaxen haired male, whose hair was NOT slicked back, and shoulder length, who was drinking wine, and talking mindlessly about romance to no one in particular, while there was singing in the kitchen, going, ‘Germany, Germany, Germany is a great place, they feed me even though I'm a prisoner, and their food doesn't taste terrible like England's food~!”
you waved to the people who waved to you. “hi…” you responded. “What is your name?” the man in the red jogging suit asked. you gulped. “u-uhh…(Name)...” you responded. “(Name), meet Ivan, Alfred, Arthur, Yao, Ludwig, and Francis.” he responded.
“My name is Kiku.” he added. “Dudette, you should totally sit next to me!” The one you assumed to be Alfred laughed. he patted the seat next to him. “No, you should sit next to me, da~!” Ivan cut in, pulling you further into the room.
“dude. NO.” Alfred responded, grabbing your other arm. Ludwig looked up, a curious look adorning his face. “Please, sunflower??” Ivan gave you a pleading look.
“Dudette, pleaseeeeee?” Alfred put on the puppy eyes.
“Ve~! The pasta is ready, everyone~!” Feliciano called from the kitchen.
what in the world have you gotten yourself into?