Hetalia- Trapped

Italy smiled. He skipped down the street, going home. He gently swung the grocery bags he held, presents for his fellow nations inside, while humming a sweet tune. He had'nt grabbed his phone that day, the grocery store was just up the street; he figured he would'nt need it. He was just passing an alley, the sun going down, when he stopped. something felt... off. He looked around. "Ve..? Why isn't anyone out? usually everyone is out doing something..." He tilted his head a bit.

Suddenly a hand shot out of the alley, grabbing the sweet little italian and covering his mouth, pulling him in quickly. Italy kicked and screamed, but the strange shadowy man tied his hands and feet, and taped his mouth shut. Italy whimpered, unable to do anything. He looked up at the figure, eyes adjusting to the shadows in the alley. The man was just as tall as he, and was strikingly similar. He had purple eyes, shooting daggers at the italian, a small hat with a purple feather atatched to it, and a tan suit, similar to italy's blue one. Italy shivered, small tears in his eyes. The man hoisted him up, and slung him over his shoulder. he walked down the alley until he came to a car. he threw italy into the back seat quite harshly, and got into the front passenger side.

"Drive." He said to the blonde man with slicked back hair in the driver's side. 'Who are these people..? What do they want with me..? I want germany... I want to go home..' Italy thought, starting to silently cry. The blonde man nodded and started driving. italy managed to sit up and look out the window. The car was passing his house. Romano was standing out front, checking the mail. The car sailed past, almost hitting romano. Romano turned angrily, about to yell at the driver, and stopped.

"FELICIANO?" Ye yelled out, seeing his younger, more innocent brother bound and gagged in the back seat of a car driving away over the speed limit. He tried to run after the car, yelling, but alas; the car was too fast. He tripped, and looked up, to see the car round a corner. He stood and grabbed his phone out of his pocket, scrolling down his contact list to 'Potato Bastard', Germany. He selected the contact and called him. "Potato bastard! My idiota fratello got taken by some sick bastardo! Get your ass over here and look for him!" he yelled into the phone aand hung up. he then called the police, and every nation he knew, he wouldn't admit it, but he was worried sick for the younger italian.

The car arrived at an abandoned warehouse, and his captors picked him up, and set him in a cell that was more like a huge dog cage with a padlock. The large blonde took the duct tape off of italy's mouth. "Wh-Who are you..?" Italy asked. "I am claus!" the blonde man, who had a scar across his face said. The man who captured italy smacked him upside the head. "Idiota! Don't tell him who we are!" he yelled. Claus rolled his eyes. "Ja, Ja. Ve both know zat after ve get ze ransom, he's still going to be our pet, Vinny." he laughed. Vinny facepalmed. "Or kill him. Ooh~ We can put him into my cupcakes!" A man similar to england, with pink and blue swirling eyes, a baby blue bowtie, and pink vest giggled, walking in. "Can i use my bat?" A brunette similar to america asked. Italy squeaked, he shivered and srunk back into the corner of the cage. "jason, i would've expected you to ask to use him as a sex slave." The blonde brit asked. Jason rolled his eyes and slung his blood covered bat over his shoulder. "Well shit, i didn't think of that oliver." he said. oliver giggled, and italy tried to slip his hands out of the ropes. he obviously didn't like this. "YOU IDIOTS JUST TOLD HIM THE PLAN." vinny yelled. "Should.. ve explain who ve are?" Claus asked. "I guess; he isn't getting away anyway." Vinny said, throwing his hands in the air.

"We are the 2ps, opposites of you main, idiotic nations. We are better in every way, while you all just sit around, governing where WE should, and messing up everything. You look similar to us; And we do NOT look like you." Vinny, 2p italy, growled. Italy whimpered, cowering in the corner. "Let's give your boyfriend a call" Vinny growled, dragging out the word boyfriend. Italy whimpered, a slight pink tint covered his cheeks. "G-Germany isn't that way.." He whispered. "Considering how claus is straighter than a ruler, he must be the gayest thing alive." Vinny said, dialing germany's number.

Meanwhile, Germany was grabbing some things he felt nessecary to help find his best friend. He had just put the night vision goggles in his bag, when his phone rang. he picked it up. "Unknown number..?" He awnsered it. "Gutentag..? ... Who is this! ... LET HIM GO RIGHT NOW! .. I WILL FIND YOU. AND I WILL KILL YOU." He yelled into the phone. Vinny put him on speaker. "Say something feliciano. Or i'll get jason to use his bat." vinny threatened. "IF YOU EVEN TOUCH ONE HAIR ON HIS HEAD!" germany yelled into the phone. "One hair? like... this one?" You could hear the grin in vinny's voice as he reached for italy's curl. italy jerked away and squirmed to the middle of the huge cage. "GERMANY HELP ME..!" he sobbed loudly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

~~~~~End of chapter one~~~~~