AN:
(F/F) = favorite flower
(F/D)= favorite dish
(Y/N)'s POV:
The time here in what I started to call 'the void' is becoming irritating. No matter where I go or how loud I scream, I can't seem to be able to leave this place. All I know is that this place is slowly diminishing. Maybe that's just me getting used to the darkness of the void or it's just my mind playing tricks on me. Either way, it's sort of comforting to me.
I've gotten used to this numb but warm feeling. Could I be dead? No, I'd figured that if I did die then the afterlife would be more useful and productive than this, right? All I do is float around in the dark with my thoughts. This can't be it, right?
Well, whatever was in the needle that America used on me, I'm still going to kill him for using it on me. That is if I ever get out of this void state.
I guess it isn't all bad being here. I've had some time to think. Think about things that I didn't take time to normally think about. Or maybe I've just avoided. Things like, why did I never stand to my boss after he's beaten me several times for things I didn't agree too but was able to find the strength to leave Russia when all he did was try to help?
Russia was my hero. He was the one who saved me from my other boss so long ago when no one else knew I even existed. I may not have been allowed to go to world meetings with him or leave out of his country without out him. I could see that he was just doing what he thought was protecting me.
I was a fearful little girl, who was too scared and hurt to get back out in the world. Much less even talk or trust other people outside of Russia. Russia was able to see and feel what I felt, with him also having a tough time with his boss and finding people that he deemed worthy to trust was minimal to him as well.
Whatever happened? Freedom, I wanted my freedom. I wanted to no longer hide from the world. Even if Russia knew I existed, outside of his country no one knew I existed.
But now, everyone knows who I am. Was it the right choice? On one hand I was able to find love, but on the other, unwanted love also found me. And because of it, I'm now on my way to America, forcefully.
There was a sudden flash that took over the void, stopping me from further thinking. It was blinding, but only for a moment, and once it was over I was in an unfamiliar place.
I was on a comfortable bed. Where the bed set was a combination of red, white and blue. I almost didn't want to wake up at how cozy the bed was.
I took note that I was no longer in my uniform, but in a silky white nightie with a light pink bow that ran under my chest. I didn't want to take the time to try to figure out who could have changed me while I was unconscious.
I looked in awe at the beautiful room. The room itself was nicely decorated and fitting with lit fireplace lighting up the warm room at the opposite wall of the bed. Then to either side of the fire place were windows that gave a perfect view of the starry night.
Wanting to take in more of the beautiful view outside, I got out of bed only to quickly fall to the soft, carpeted floor.
There was a laugh of a familiar persona, "Careful baby, you haven't used your legs in about a week. They might need a little time."
"I was asleep a whole week?! What was in that syri-" I stopped mid-sentence when I finally took in the sight of America.
He was wearing only some American flag boxers. With him shirtless, you could see tones muscles he had. They weren't as big as Ludwig's but that didn't mean that they weren't there.
I madly blushed at the sight and turned away from him. America let out another laugh, knowing that he was the cause of my sudden change in behavior and decided to tease me. "What's the matter, (Y/N)? Don't you like what you see~?"
I didn't speak, I just kept staring in a different direction. Clearly not liking that my attention was not focused on him, he walked up and crouched in front of me. Stretching out his arms to me he said,"Aww come on~, I'll take you anywhere you want to go."
"Home would be nice," I stated bluntly while still not looking at him.
He let out another laugh. " But you are home baby." America countered. He reached out his hand I to stroke my cheek, to which I was quick to slap away.
"No I'm not, America and you know that. My home is back in Germany with Ludwig." America's demeanor turned dark when I said that.
"Alfred." Was all he said. I was confused, he saw that and continued, "Don't call me America, I'm your husband. Call me either Alfred, honey or any other cute nickname you come up with."
"No, your not my husband, America. Ludwig is." I spit out, turning away from him once more. All I wanted to do was to go home.
America let out a sigh, before picking me up bridal style in his arms. "Come on baby, I bet you're just not fully awake yet after sleeping so long. Or maybe you're still tired. We can take a nap together after we get some food in you, okay baby? ." Without waiting for me to answer he made his way out of the bedroom and into the long hallway.
I was embarrassed to be in America's arms like this and my face was getting warm again. "H-hey! Don't carry me like this! I'm perfectly able to walk on my own, you know!"
He laughed, his frustrated demeanor was now a thing of the past. "You can't walk yet. Remember, your legs aren't awake yet, definitely not enough to got down these stairs by yourself."
I turned my attention from him to that he was right. We were at the top of a large staircase. I had nothing to say to him about my current situation. He was right, and I hated it. America began to make his way down the stairs and I involuntarily clung to him, burying my face into his chest in fear of him dropping me.
he broke out in another laugh. "Awe, don't worry baby. I'd never drop you, but you can keep clinging to me all you like~." He purred the last part and I couldn't help but shiver a bit at it.
When I could feel that we were at the bottom of the stairs so I turned myself away from his chest. I couldn't help but be amazed at the sight of the house we were walking through.
The hall we were in were beautifully decorated with my favorite flowers, (F/F) in a fancy vase to match that rested on a stand of it's own. The hall was lined with framed photos of America with me and a few other people. It's been so long I forgot when they were even taken, seeing that the photos were in black and white and how young we were in the photos, I could tell they were old. The floors were white marble with gold trim that ran between each individual square. With a black rug that ran down the middle of the hall.
When we made it though the hall I was able to take in the dining room. I know I've been internally screaming at the thought that I like my prison house, but I can't help but marvel at the beauty of the house.
The dinning room had one wall completely made of one large window that over look a garden that was just out side, but too dark out to be able to see what was growing in the garden. The dining room table was big enough the fit white six chairs, three on each side but no chairs on the ends of the black and white marble table. A circular chandelier was able to dangle above the table that had many tiny lights to light us the room.
There was some food waiting for us. It was (F/D)
America sat down in a middle chair with me sitting on his lap. I didn't like this, his bare chest was rubbing against my back. At least he was wearing boxers though. That would have been an even worse feeling. Feeling uneasy I spoke up. "America there are other chairs. Why do I have to sit with you?"
He played it off with a laugh, like it was the simplest question I could ever ask.
Seeing that he wasn't going to give me an answer nor let me out of his lap I asked another question. "Why are you laughing so much?"
America tightened his grip on me suddenly but not in a hurtful way. It causing me to jump a bit in surprise and look back up to him as he grinned. "Well, that's an easy one. I'm so glad that my wife is finally home and awake. Now we can be a family."
Once again I stated, "I'm not your wife, I'm Ludwig's soon to be."
America brought his lips to my ear and slithered, "Just give it some time. I know you can't keep this suborned act forever." before he licked the shell of my ear.
I shivered and pulled away from his touch, "Hey! don't touch me!"
He laughed again, feels like his laughs are more of a mockery than of joy. "Awe baby, you forget who's in control here." His grip around my stomach tightened as he whispered in my ear again, "Who's the one that brought you here? The one who went though all~ the trouble to bring you here?"
America brought one of his hands from around my waist, to gently trace one of my arms that were held to my sides in his hold as he continued. " Here with me in my very arms. To hold and to touch. This, this is mine. You are mine.~"
His voice. It wasn't like his usual happy-go-lucky voice. This was dark and deep. A single tear slid down my face in both fear and confusion. I could only mutter out a, "Where's the friend that I used to have?" My emotions got the better of me and I was left with streams of tears that flowed out of me followed by a series of hiccups.
America's voice become soft and hushed as he tried to comfort me. "Awe, baby doll, no need to get so upset. I'm still the person you know. I'm just showing you the love I kept bottled up for you all these years, is all."
I started to shake and cry as he continued, "I've been yearning you, wanting you, for centuries. The very moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew I just had to have you."
"A-America please s-stop it!" I took a gulp to regain my courage to keep going. "This isn't love! This is sick! You can't beat someone's friends, drug them, then take them half way across the world and expect them to love you! This isn't right! But you still have time to turn back. Bring me back home to Ludwig and I'm sure all of this can be a thing of the past."
There wasn't even a passing second of America thinking and processing what I said before he hissed, "That's not a possibility (Y/N). I went through too much just to get you here. Making secret meetings with your bosses and mine, building this home myself to make sure it was absolutely perfect to raise our children in. I even signed a contract with the allies. I did it all. Just to ensure that you'd be mine and mine alone."
That was the first time since I woke up the America called me by my actual name and it honestly scared me even more then him using a nickname. "America, why do you even love me of all people? You always talked about wanting to find some nice American girl to marry."
At that he let out a small sigh. "I've tried that, but no matter how many girls I tired they would never give me that same feeling that I get from you. I can't be without you (Y/N)."
I hung my head down, staring into my lap. Letting my hair fall down to slowly cover my face as to shield me from the American holding me. "I can't be with you America. I love Ludwig and that feeling you claim to have for me, I have for him. I could never replace Ludwig. No one comes close to having what draws me to him so much. I don't even know what it is about him that does, but what I do know is that my heart wants only Ludwig, and nothing will ever change that."
I can't turn around and look at America's expression but I could feel that he was angry. In a low voice all he stated was, "We'll see about that.", before the quickly picked me up bridal style again and went beck into the hall.
I kicked and screamed from him to let me go, in fear of what ever he was about to do to me, but it seemed to be no good as my efforts didn't affect him at all. America took a different turn and instead of going up a set of stairs we went down. The stairs this time were dark and old looking with only a single lightbulb hanging from a string half way down the dusty stairway. At the bottom of the stair was only a single old wooden door.
I could feel America fiddling with the inside of his pocket to get something out, but could see what it was until he brought it up to the door. It was an old key.
Once the door was open I was able to take in a dark empty room. There was nothing in the room except a single metal pole that came from the stone floor with some handcuffs waiting at the bottom to the cob web infected ceiling. I started to panic even more, now know exactly what America was up to. "Please America, don't do this!"
He only got closer to the pole before setting me down with my back to the pole. "Sorry baby, but you have to learn who's in charge here. Who your dependent on."
With little to no strength from America, he was able to restrain my hands on separate ends of the pole until he tightened the handcuffs around my wrist. No matter how much I struggled and put up a fight, America overpowers me. His strength is unlike others and it scares me. Satisfied America pulls away from me and stands up and take in my struggling form.
There were tears streaming down my face at this point, fearful of being alone in the dark like this. I could tell that America knew this, as he began to walk away, only to turn to me just as he was about to leave. "Don't worry I'll be back to check on you in the morning and if your a good girl and call my Alfred I may let you out."
With that he shut the only source of light in this room and was left with complete darkness with my thoughts and fears once more.
-Jelly girl out! (^ V^) settle know!