Eight Mortal Secrets [Hetalia Drabbles] (Completed, to be Edited)

III. Kidnapped

Shelby sighed as she laid on her front lawn, staring up at the blue sky. The clouds were scarce for now, but she knew in a day or so, storms and rain would once again batter her neighborhood, something that made her nervous and anxious. She hated storms.

But for now, she was quite content. The afternoon sun kissed her skin, warming her and giving her the blissful sensation of peace. Rarely was the weather this nice. Today, she just wanted to bask in the light. Her chest moved up and down slowly, and despite knowing that she should never fall asleep outside in the neighborhood that she lived in, she couldn't help it as she began to doze off.

Suddenly, she felt the grass rustle next to her, as if someone just sat down, before it rustled again, this time, right next to her face. She turned her head slightly towards the movement, and opened one eye, only to discover that she was nose-to-nose with a smirking Poland.

She shrieked, jumping up with surprising quickness as she took a few steps back. Only after a few moments of shock and terror did she fully realize who it was.

"Feliks!" She exclaimed, placing her hand on her chest as she panting, her heart racing and her blood pounding in her ears. "You just scared the crap out me." She breathed, sinking back down in the grass.

"Yeah, I can see that. I have eyes, you know. Great eyes, actually." He stated, flashing a half-smile as he sat up and faced her. "So, what are you doing here, laying in the yard all alone and stuff?"

"Just enjoying the sun. It's never this nice in Michigan." Shelby explained, her eyes traveling to the sky once more.

Feliks followed her gaze, only to become incredibly bored in a couple seconds. He rolled his eyes, his gaze settling on Shelby again. "Yeah, well, I totally have a sun in Poland too!" He exclaimed.

Shelby eyed him for a second. "It's the same sun, dude."

"Yeah, well, either way, we get good weather like this, like, all of the time. It doesn't really rain, the temperature is never too hot, and it's hardly ever windy! It's totally way better than this garbage city." He explained in a teasing tone.

"Hey, don't hate on the city. I happen to like it here." Shelby warning, laying back down in the grass. "But that does sound super nice."

"Of course it does! You should come visit." Feliks ventured, his stark green eyes flashing deviously as he glanced down at the teen.

"I should. But I can't get to Poland without getting on a plane." Shelby pointed out, closing her eyes.

Feliks frowned. "I totally didn't consider that." He muttered, almost to himself. He studied Shelby for a few moments, before he noticed a lump on the side head, near her temple. Poland smiled. "So, I will just have to kidnap you."

Shelby laughed, smiling at what she thought was a joke as Poland pulled his pistol out. "Yeah, good luck with-" Before she could even finish her sentence, Feliks bashed his elbow into her head. She stiffened for a moment, before going completely limp.

Poland laughed triumphantly. "My brilliant plan was brilliant! She totally never saw this coming." He complimented himself. Despite being only a inch taller than Shelby, he was able to scoop her up with ease, given he was stronger than the average human. "TO WARSAW WE GO!"

Four days later

Matthew sat quietly next to Hope, his bear Kumajirou on his lap. On the TV, her favorite show, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. While Matthew hadn't seen them all yet, he liked watching them with her because whenever he glanced over, she had a different facial expression. Sometimes it was pure joy, with her multicolored brown eyes wide and her grin large. Sometimes she was on the brink of tears.
And sometimes she was simply silent and stiff with the tension of the show. Every-so-often, a girl named Karai would show up and make her a bit jealous, something Matthew couldn't help but find adorable. Other times, like the season 3 finale, Hope seriously needed a shoulder to cry on, to which Canada was happy to obliged.