2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

57: Cherie

Cherie
Francois Bonnefoy's (Y/N)

Third Person's Point of View

"What the—"

(Y/N) awakens from the slumber that had conquered her wellbeing, shocked to find herself still in the darkness with very little ability to move. Soon she comes to her senses. Her hands have been seized by ropes and a bag over her head has robbed her of any sight.

Albeit struggling with her environment, the young woman deducts what she could. The ground felt earthy with a faint petrichor lingering. In the distance, she heard some tinkering happening.

What the hell was going on?

(Y/N) shut her eyes tight with a hiss, trying to recall the last of her memories.

She had gone out to the coffee shop to meet her friend. They chatted about the Shakespearean play last week, however he still didn't believe she was alright. So, under his orders, she got up and made her way home. But then what?

Then, it clicks with the pain on the back of her head that had taken away her consciousness.

"Awake at last!"

(Y/N) jolted as the voice knocked her out of her stupor. Left and right, she tried to search for whoever it was. Alas, it was a futile cause.

Soon enough, however, the linen was taken off her head. This time, (Y/N) hissed from the blinding light and the fact that a good bunch of her hair was tugged during the process. Blinking repeatedly, she began to feel woozy again.

"Crap," someone cursed, "Sorry about that."

Suddenly feeling more awake, (Y/N) took notice of the person before her. A young girl, around ten or twelve, struggled to turn off a flashlight, but she eventually gleamed at the (h/c) haired woman.

"I'm Tadhana and I, uhm." The little girl was sheepish. "I should probably explain myself."

Resisting the urge to scoff, she put on a little show. "Can't you untie me first?" (Y/N) gave her the best friendly smile she could muster.

The little girl jolted before nodding and rushing towards (Y/N). "Right," she murmurs as she takes care of the restraints.

Now, the (h/c) haired girl urged herself. With the adrenaline pumping through her, (Y/N) moved quickly, pushing the young one off and bolting to whatever direction she could.

"(Y/N)!"

The woman only laughed as she continued to run. Her feet padded against the earthy ground at the best of her speed. She could barely feel anything else but the rush. Her triumph, however, depleted when she was tackled back to the ground.

"(Y/N), listen to me first!"

Tadhana was surprisingly strong for someone of her stature. She easily over powered (Y/N), seizing her hands behind her back as she pinned her to the ground.

What the hell. (Y/N) was beyond confused and frustrated. She wriggled around, like a worm sprinkled with salt. She refused to be brought down by a little girl.

As effortless as it may seem, however, the lassie was actually having trouble. Tadhana had already been tired prior to this engagement. (Y/N) being difficult is adding to the weight on her puny shoulders.

There's no choice.

In the blink of an eye, Tadhana did what she had meant to do peacefully. With fingers on (Y/N)'s temples, she forcefully projected what was erased by the Afterlife — the memories.