Where am I?
The world around me is dark. My eyes dart around, searching desperately for some source of light.
"What will we do with her, aru?"
"We should make her become one with Mother Russia, da?"
"Like hell!"
I've never heard such strange accents before. Where am I?
"We should wake her up, guys!"
"Bloody hell, Alfred! Keep your hands to yourself!"
"Let him be a man," one voice in particular sounds calm and smooth. "But I call the beautiful rose for myself!"
I slowly open my eyes to find five pairs staring back at me. "V-Vhat is zhis?!"
The one with long blonde hair looks away in dramatic disgust. "She even sounds like Germany!"
"We took her from Germany, so of course she'd have an accent, you idiot!"
"Anyways, we have to get started," the tallest one smiles.
Something about these men creeps me out...
"Anyways," an obnoxious voice calls from the other side of the room.
I look over and gasp. "You!"
"Me?" He points to himself, confused.
"Ja, you! You're zhe one zhat hurt Gilbert!" I attempt to stand up, but the chair I'm sitting on comes with me.
"We had to tie you down," The one with the ponytail glares at me.
"Yes, you were putting up a real fight," the bright green eyed man sighs.
"I'm America!" The dirty blonde grabs my attention.
America...
"So zhat's vhat zhey meant by zhe vorld's super pover!"
"I'm England. This is France, Russia, and China," he points to each one.
"We are the personifications of the Allied countries, aru."
"Personifications of zhe countries?"
"Yes. The ones you were staying with were Germany, Italy, and Japan," the tall Russian explains.
"No vay!" I scoot the chair back in fear.
"Anyways, (Name) (L.Name)," America's aura changes instantly as the back of my chair hits the wall. "We brought you here for one reason, and one reason only."
"Und vhat vould zhat be?" I hesitantly ask.
He struts over to me, putting his hand on the back of my chair and placing his face inches from mine. I watch as his baby blue eyes fade to a shade blood red. "You will be the fall of Germany."