Hetalia x Reader: We're Fading P.14

-Swearing Ahead-
 
 
     "Why did you let yourself get captured?!"
 
     You glanced at the side, towards the dark grey dirty walls. You could see the dark sticky substance on the walls, the dim lights making them slightly shine. You could detect Romano on the other side, sitting there with a tear-stained face.
 
     "I made a promise to stop the disappearing countries," you say quietly, but loud enough so only Lovino could hear. "It broke."
 
     Your hand made it's way towards your pocket, where the paper and pencil laid. The metal of the pocket knife was felt, and you let it rest there. "It doesn't matter about stopping it. At least stop the entire thing," Romano murmured. 
 
     "Isn't that the same thing?" you say, and heard the Italian growl in frustration. You sighed, and pulled out the paper and pencil. Unfolding the paper, there were creases of where the multiple folding was at, and began to sketch out the pathway you remembered the opposing team lead you through. They are pretty dumb for not checking my pockets. You were blindfolded as they walked you down the hallway, but you at least remembered the turns. 
 
     The sounds of the scratching pencil was easily heard in the eerie silence. "What the hell are you doing, idiot?" Romano asked, voice echoing off the walls into your cell. 
 
     "Not so loud!" you hissed. 
 
     "Tch." You could practically see Lovino rolling his eyes through the wall while leaning on it.
 
     "I'm drawing out the facility," you answered quietly after a small silence. "It was part of Germany's plan. Someone was going to get captured, draw out the floors, then everyone will break in and escape with the both of us when I send out a distress signal. If I'm in a cell, I'm supposed to break out."
 
     "And you're not breaking out because?" Romano growled. 
 
     You laughed nervously. "I don't have a bobby pin. And I don't know how to pick a lock with a pocket knife." An audible noise of slapping was heard, and you assumed Romano had facepalmed. 
 
     "Ugh. You're an idiot, stupid girl," he complimented dryly. "Give me the knife."
 
     "How?" 
 
     "Isn't it simple? Slide it under the bars, and make sure it hits the walls opposite of you. It should bounce at an angle and come slide into my cell." You rose your eyebrows in surprise. Lovino was being a smartass right now. You bet you couldn't even think of that idea.
 
     "Wow Roma. You're smart. And you're usually a bigger cry-" you start, but then was interrupted with a loud 'shut up'.
 
     "Hurry up already, [Name]!" he whispered harshly. You shut up, and then slid the knife out of your pocket. You made sure it was sheathed and then laid on your stomach so you were able to look under the bars. There was a small opening, which would later on be used to give food to both of you. 
 
     Sticking your tongue out in concentration, you let your hand wave back and forth for a small moment. You then let go on the third wave, and the small knife flew out of your hands, under the bars. It successfully hit the opposite wall. You saw it ricochet off the grey rock, to the right where you couldn't see. 
 
     "Merda!" a painful yelp was heard from the other side. 
 
     "What happened?!" you say worriedly. "Are you okay?"
 
     Small sniffles were heard, but Romano quickly answered with a few whimpering. "N-no, idiot! I just happen to sit here and let my ass- Of course I'm fucking hurt! You didn't disengage the knife! Now I'm bleeding out here! 
 
     "It hurts. . ."
 
     You did an intake of breath, imagining how painful that would be. "I'm so sorry Roma. It must of opened when it hit the wall. I'll treat it once you break both of us out."
 
     "Quiet!" he hissed.
 
     "What?"
 
     "Shut up! Guards!"
 
     You looked up, and saw that a man was now standing in front of your cell. He wore a smirk, and you knew that it was one of those guys that you met on the hill. "So, you think you could escape huh?" Gulping, you let one hand reach behind your back to the paper and pencil. With slow an unnoticeable movements, you shoved them into your back pocket. 
 
     "Hey, Number 20," another voice was produced. "The crybaby Italian has a knife in his cell somehow."
 
     "Go get it. Make sure to give him punishment."
 
     Your eyes widened, and then quickly narrowed into a look of threatening. "Don't you touch him!" you growled. The oh-so-man named Number 20 just laughed mockingly, then bent down on the other side. 
 
     "Oh, and what are you going to do? Magic?"
 
     "Good idea." It was a good thing you asked for England to train you in magic, for that you might be vulnerable with no weapons. But, you sucked at it. Norway taught you an easy spell, and so did the Englishman. One of them was to make a small fire, and another to summon a small cat who understood human language. 
 
     "Incendio," you murmured, while making a picture of a single flame with your index finger. A small flame erupted on 20's clothes, who's eyes widened and quickly backed away. He began patting at the flame, trying to put it out. Idiot, you thought. Didn't you learn that if you are on fire is to stop, drop, and roll?
 
     Oh. I wonder if Harry Potter spells work? 
 
     "Number 20!" the other man shouted, and quickly rushed to his side. You watched with a small smirk as the flames refused to die out, and hoped at the same time that Romano was commencing to open his cell with the knife.  
 
     "This girl," one of them hissed angrily. 
 
     The jingle of Romano trying to open the gate was heard, and you made sure that the guards were distracted. Nothing to afraid of, you thought. I-It's just part of the plan. But, just as you thought that, one of them grabbed your shirt at lifted you up, and slammed you against the bars. Ringing was heard, and pain was felt on your forehead.
 
     "You," 20 said. "Are a pain in the ass!"
 
     "G-good," you shot back painfully. His eyes narrowed, and then you were once again slammed against the bars. You hissed in pain, and grabbed the man's wrist. His grip only got harder, and it was getting difficult to breath. "D-do you want me to burn you again?" you attempted. "But this time on y-your face?"
 
     "O-oi! Get your filthy hands of her!"
 
     You saw a boot hit Number 20's face, and his eyes widening. He was quickly launched away a few feet, and was replaced with Romano bending down in front of you. You could see that he was slightly teary, but was trying to stay strong. "You okay?" he asked, a bit shyly.
 
     Nodding, he helped you back up, and you scanned the area around the both of you. The man who Romano's was about to be punished from was on the floor, lines of blood on his face. 20 was on the floor, attempting to get back up from Lovino's kick to his face. "What happened to that man you had in front of you?" you asked Romano.
 
     He shrugged, then held up the knife you slid over to him. A few drops of blood were on it, and was slowly sliding down the metal edge. "Didn't anyone teach you not to mess with the mafia?"
 
     "God, your so scary sometimes," you murmured. "What should we do now?"
 
     "I don't know- Escape from here?!" Romano said sarcastically. You rolled your eyes and nodded. Lovino then began to walk off down the hallway, not even knowing where to go. 
 
     "W-wait! Don't just leave me here, cowards!" 
 
     You looked back, and saw that the man 20 was reaching out to the both of you, with a sickly grin on his face. Blood was on the side of his face, the place where Romano kicked him. "Come on, kill me!" he shouted.
 
     Your eyes widened. He. . . wants me to kill him? you thought. "B-but why?!" you exclaimed. "Don't you care about your own life?!"
 
     "No, I don't. It's how we're programmed," Number 20 said in a monotone voice. "We are made, given a number as our names. Then we are killed. Someone else takes our place.
 
     "What are you doing?" Romano growled. You turned and saw he had returned back for you. He had an irritated look, but you could also see fear in them. "Let's go. I hate this place."
 
     "You can't leave." 
 
     Lovino's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean 'we can't leave'? Of course we can! Watch us!"
 
     Low laughter came from 20. His hand then gripped his head, and you gulped. Everything's wrong as is, but there something that's not right. "Like I said, you can't escape this place."
 
     "And why not?" you asked timidly. Was there some kind of password? A lock? Gates?
 
     "There is a system," 20 said. Romano was about to protest, but you stopped him from yelling. "Remember how I told you that each of us was given a number as a name? Do you know what those numbers mean? Do you?"
 
     "Who cares about some shitty number?" Lovino growled. "I just want to know how to get out!"
 
     "The numbers mean an order. Since I'm twenty, the lowest, I'm the weakest boss. The lower numbers are supposed to be killed first, then you have to go up the scale.
 
     "You just can't kill me, then go and look for the eighteenth boss. You have to go in order. Twenty, to nineteen, to eighteen."
 
     You rose your eyebrows in confusion. You had to kill the bosses in order, from biggest to lowest? It was kind of confusing. "Okay, we get that we have to kill the bosses. So how do we get out of here?! I don't want to kill anyone!" you exclaim.
 
     "You can't. You have to kill all of the bosses if you get out of here.
 
     "And you know what that means? You have to kill every single one of us before you break out. Get your hands stained with our blood, and see the people's dead bodies. 
 
     "That is the rule. You cannot escape."

                                             
     "Did the signal come in yet?" America asked curiously. He looked at Germany, waiting for an answer. The German would always get the same question once in a while. All the remaining countries resumed back to their daily lives, but their routines were horribly messed up.
 
     "No," Ludwig replied sternly. "I've been saying it for the past few hours, America. The answer is the same until I get notification from Japan."
 
     America gave a look of disbelief, and then stood up from him bending position. "Don't you have a tracking device in it or something?"
 
     Ludwig sighed, and looked up. "We had limited space for inside the belt, America. Japan could only fit the notification and location giver. The rest was used for camouflaging it as a normal belt.
 
     "That means that we can't find her until the signal is given out."





 
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     If you want to escape this facility- No. This game. 
 
     If you want to escape the game, you need to go to the main facility. 
 
     Once you get in, you cannot get out. Unless, you follow the rule.
 
     Kill every boss. There are twenty in all, each of them stronger than the person below them. You have to begin with the highest number, which is the weakest. Number 1 is the strongest out of all of them. 
 
     You have to go in order. You start off with Number 20, and then proceed to kill Number 19. But, if you go out of order (ex. Kill Number 16 then kill 11), you have to start all over. You will reset to the beginning, right before you killed Number 20. And that means murdering all of them again.
 
     Each of the bosses will give you a hint to where the next boss is. It could be a riddle, a poem, a word. 
 
     And then there's the other rule.
 
     If you die more than 10 times,
 
     you're officially out of the game. Your entire being will disappear, like all those countries who have already. 
 
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