Another meeting done and over with. It is such a great feeling. Stretching in her seat, (Name) stood from her seat and gathered her things. Looking up, only three people were left behind. That was the Axis Powers, as they called themselves. They consisted of a German named Ludwig Beilschmidt, an Italian named Feliciano Vargas, and a Japanese named Kiku Honda. They all had different personalities from each other, such as loud, sweet, and silent.
Her eyes met with Feliciano’s green eyes, which were usually closed. She smiled, and he grinned, waving at her. He bounded over, enclosing his arms around her. He was also hugging people and he didn’t believe in personal space. Yet even with that, he still worried over little things and cared a whole lot.
She hugged him back, feeling his grip tighten. If she wasn’t careful, she’d be taken over by other countries. Her country was independent and could stand on it’s own. Yet all the others wanted to control hers. Of course Italy agreed to never fight with her country, as to why she and Feliciano were such good friends.
Although her country was on it’s own, that meant she could join a war if she wanted to. And during the war now, she chose to sit back and ride it out. Her military was great, actually powerful, but she wasn’t much for battle. Her last battle was the one for her country’s independence, and she wasn’t up for jumping back in.
“______, why wouldn’t you want to join us in the war? We could be great!” The Italian’s cheery voice brought her back to the room, and out of her memories. She smiled as his green eyes now closed, stared at her.
A hand patted the brunette’s head and she looked up at Ludwig. He gazed down at her, expression stoic but a hint of agreement in his blue eyes. “Ja, we could use someone like you.”
Kiku appeared beside her, a sigh escaping his lips. “I do agree with them though.” She laughed and clutched her belongings to her chest.
She was suddenly grabbed and was face to face with the blonde German. Her mind was telling to run, but the look in his eyes was too much. He leaned down, breathing on her neck. Hands grabbed her shirt, pulling it away from her body. Ludwig began planting hot kisses on her skin, while small and cold hands caressed her hips. Those hands moved to the hem of her skirt, reaching under it to touch her thighs.
Ludwig ripped the buttons from her shirt, revealing more skin and the front of her bra. She tried to push them away; uncomfortable with the hand between her legs, but it was no use. Suddenly, they moved, but she was pushed against the large table, hands pinning her against the cool wood.
Those hands pushed her shirt up, so he could kiss her back in various spots. She shivered at the touch, but she remembered what was happening. She closed her eyes, unable to think about what was going to happen next, when there was a crash, like the sound of a door colliding with a wall.
(Name) gasped as arms wrapped around her and pulled her off the table. Her (e/c) eyes were wide in shock, almost frightened. She turned her head to see Alfred, the loud American, standing behind her. Arthur and Ivan were rushing the three Axis out of the room, closing the door behind them.
“Are you alright, _____?” Yao Wang, the Chinese man appeared in front of her, grabbing her torn shirt, and covering her. Their eyes met, and he just gazed at her. She nodded slowly, wiggling out of Alfred’s embrace and fixing her skirt.
Ivan walked over, head tilted to the side as he stared. “You should join the war with us.” He smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling it towards him, and his other hand grasping the back of her head. He crushed his lips to hers, and she cried out against him. Yao slid his hands up her stomach and grabbed her chest, pushing against her back and sucking on her neck.
“Eh!?” Alfred and Arthur yelled at the same time, bright pink dusting their cheeks. Ivan reached his hand under her skirt, pressing two fingers between her legs. She whimpered against his mouth, tears streaming out of her eyes. The two spectators grabbed her attackers and pulled them away.
Arthur grabbed her as she dropped and held her at arm’s length. “_____, what is happening?!” He stopped talking, almost like he was in a trance. Alfred grabbed her head and leaned her back. As their eyes connected, he seemed to change.
Alfred picked her up and dropped her on the table. Yelling at the pain, he covered her mouth, and his eyes moved to Arthur, who crawled between her legs and began to grind against her. She leaned her head back, crying out. The American hooked his thumb in her mouth, and she gasped.
(Name) moved her eyes to the side to see Alfred tugging at his belt. Her eyes grew wide and she panicked, knowing exactly what he was going to do. Moaning loudly at the sharp movements of Arthur rubbing against her, she sank her teeth on the blonde American’s thumb. As he chuckled, she bit harder, causing his real pain. She kicked Arthur off the table and stood quickly.
Running out of the room, she entered the hallway, and took a moment to think about where to go. Left. That’s the way to the exit. Not giving it a second thought, she hurried to the left of the hall. Her heart raced as she grew scared. All her friends were acting strange, and she couldn’t tell why! They just attacked her and she couldn’t do anything. Panting, she slowed as three figures came into view.
“Ah, mon ami! It’s ______.” Francis turned around to face her, a smile on his face. But that smile disappeared as soon as it came. Gilbert and Antonio turned around at her name, and their jaws dropped. She looked at them all, hoping they would help her. Yet, all she got as a response was the same trance like look in their eyes.
Terrified, she moved pass them, but she was stopped. A hand grabbed her (h/c) hair, making her scream, and pulled her back before she could get away. She reached out to nothing, but praying someone was there to save her. As she was pushed against the wall, she could make out that the man was Antonio, the Spaniard. “Where are you going, chica?”
He would never hurt me! I know him! Her mind cried out, but her voice wouldn’t work. He began to ravish her, but the others wouldn’t have it. “Oi, let me have her! I’m the awesome one!” Gilbert tried to shove the tanned man out of the way, but he was holding his ground.
As the two fought, Francis pulled her against him, nipping at her skin. She pushed against him, and ended up back on the wall. Having enough, she kneed him in the side, shoving him backwards and taking the chance to run. The three called after her, and she could have sworn she heard the footsteps, but there was no time to look back.
Except, when she reached the exit, the others were waiting for her. They had her surrounded, and they looked hungry. Taking a step back, fear crept up her veins and chilled her blood. Her chest rising quickly, she looked between them. They moved towards her, trying to get to her before the others.
Taking a deep breath, she screamed at the top of her lungs, “Stop it right now!”
Everyone froze with their eyes wide. She dropped to the floor, trying to catch her breath. They only wanted one thing from her, and that was for her to join them. But joining meant control, and she would not have that. Especially the ‘control through one’s body’, which was their aim.
As if snapped out of their state, all of the boys looked at her, worried and confused. But she just stood, ignoring them and walking out of the building. She needed to get away for a while, and that’s exactly what she was going to do.