2p!Hetalia x 2p!Reader: murder town chp.2

2p!Hetalia x 2p!Reader: murder town chp.2

Chapter 2

“So I assume you moved here to join the club?”

I smirked at his question. Holding the back of my head, which I now noticed was bandaged, I sat down on the bed looking at the four men. “So, is it only him” I pointed at Alfred, “who is the murderer is it all of you?” I asked out of pure curiosity.

“Yes.” Francis said simply, a hint of annoyance in his voice, probably because didn’t answer his question. “Now, what are you doing here.” He said, referring to what I just tried to do earlier.

“It’s like what you just said; I’m here to join the club.” I replied rather bluntly. My head was still aching, feeling as though I was going to brain fart a walrus, but I decided to stand up anyway. Sitting on the bed with four killers who I just met… well I felt extremely vulnerable at least standing up I could move easier. As I started to pace around my room I felt all four pairs of eyes watching me curiously.

“Why?” Alfred finally asked.

It took me some time to answer, though I clearly know what my response was. “Simple, I love the color crimson.” It was true I loved seeing the crimson red color of blood. Seeing it paint on the canvas that is the world, my dream was to see the whole world covered in its magnificent color. The world was my canvas and blood was my paint.

I smiled at them sweetly while they nodded in unison. Maybe they understood my passion for the arts. “Well then boys, it was nice hanging out and getting to know each other better, but alas, I must be going now.” I said the last part in an obvious sarcastic tone.

“Awwww, really? So soon poppet? Well okay then… Al, walk her home” he said with pure sadness in his tone, “and see to it that she doesn't run into… them.” He said the last word with venom clouding his tone, and his blue and pink eyes were almost as if they were swirling.

“No thank you. And who is them.” I raised up my hand to make a quotation mark around the word them.  

“No, cant risk a doll like you be taken by them.” Al said in a surprisingly stern way. He then spun on his heel as he headed towards the door.

“I’ll ask this one more time. Who. Is. Them?” I was getting rather annoyed now due to the fact that they were just ignoring my question.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” This time it was Matt who spoke, a mischievous grin growing on his face.

I shot him a glare, of which he just ignored. I was getting tired of this. I pushed Al out the way as I and my aching head started towards my home. I could hear footsteps behind me, yup, Al was going to fallow me. I was deeply annoyed by this. Just because I didn't kill Matt they were going to treat me as if I couldn't handle myself? though annoyed, I took the opportunity to pry Al for answers about the so called them.

“So the them they were talking about… it’s the cops isn't it?”

He chuckled. “Maybe in your town the cops were heard working bastards, but here the cops know better than to mess with us… or any of the others around here.”

“So it’s not only you guys who are the killers?”

“Nope, so if I were you, doll, I’d watch that pretty back of yours.”

It was a short walk, by now we reached the house. “Well then, Al, it was nice to chat.” I wanted to know more, but I decided that was enough questions for now. I turned to my door not giving him a second glance.  

“Yeah, whatever…” I had my back turned towards him but I could still feel his eyes on me. He wanted to say something. “Hey, if you need a tour of this town, ya know who to call.” And with that he turned to walk back where he had come from, leaving me smiling.

~le time skip to morning~

The sun covered my face in a warm blanket making my body heat up. Due to the events of last night, I only got little sleep, but it wasn't as though I wanted to sleep anyway. I still needed to know who they were.

I got up and walked to my kitchen, still in my pyjamas. Under the stairs I could see a painting that I did just before I moved. It was a painting of a crying child made with blood, of course. I made a mental note to better hide my art later on.

The day went on, nothing out of the ordinary from the eyes of a normal sane person. I hated it.

Not being able to kill Matt was a downer, I needed to kill now, to appease myself. So I grabbed my hoddie with my knife tucked under the sleeves and hunted for my pry.

As I walked down the streets I came to a quieter part of town. It was within an old part of the town with worn out shops and a few people. As I continued my search I saw a man walk into an alley. Perfect.
He was on the heavy side, with a beer belly clearly sticking out. Based on the bald spots on his head, he was quit aged. Not my favourite type of victim, I usually went for the young and healthy ones, but I guess this would do for now.

I followed him, my graceful silent footsteps shadowing his heavy loud ones. Suddenly he stopped. I was ready for him to turn around and face his killer, but instead he called out in a rather shaky voice “L-Luciano, I-I have your m-money.”

Now why would he come to this place to give some guy his money back? What kind of meeting place is this? Both he and I waited for a moment. Nothing.

“Ahem.”

I got his attention and he turned around to face me. “What are you doing here, little girl?” irritation clear in his voice. Here he was about to do some business and here comes a little girl disrupting him.    

I walked toward him hands behind my back, looking cute and innocent. “Oh, me? I was just lost do you know the way to…” I finally got close to him and pulled the knife out of my sleeve. In one swift movement I had the knife against his throat. I grin was now plastered on my face and shock was on his.

I wanted to make his death quick an easy, my plan was to spill blood and get out. This place was creeping me out; it felt like someone was watching.

I dragged the blade across his skin trying my best to get clean cut deep enough to cut his wind pipe. But since I haven’t sharpened my blade for some time now, it was hard to make the cut. It required a bit of effort as I applied pressure to the knife, feeling delicate insides rip apart under my blade. The cut took longer than I have wanted. He struggled for his last moments, trying to grab my face but to no avail, soon enough he was dead. His limp body dropped to the ground as blood spilled from his open throat. I got a blood on my face and hoddie but thank for my hoddie being black, the blood was barely even visible. I rubbed the blood away from may face with the sleeve of my hoddie. That’s when I heard footsteps and the sound of hands clapping.

“That was beautiful ragazza! Though, I could see you struggling making that cut, you need to sharpen your blade, I think.” The man stepped out of the dark corner of the ally and into more light so that I could get a better view of him. He had dark auburn hair and purple eyes an Italian accent could be heard as he spoke, he was quite the looker. His clapping had now stopped, but he still walked towards me.

“Not another step.” My knife was now pointed towards him.

“Aww, after you took what’s mine” he was referring to the person you killed, “You act so rude as to point your weapon towards me?” He said with a pout, sarcasm trailing his voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I lowered my knife and smiled. “Here.” I reached for the dead man’s pocket and got out a bundle of money. “I assume your Luciano and this is your money?” I handed him the money remembering what the dead guy said.

“Why thank you, bella ragazza.” He took the money and took out a hundred dollar bill from the bundle and held it out for me. “I’m sorry for your hoddie though.” He smiled a genuine smile. Right then two more men emerged from behind me. Crap, three people were watching me? I really need to pay more to my surroundings.  

“Who are you?” I couldn’t keep in my questions anymore.

“I’m Luciano, his Kuro, and that’s Lutz.” He gestured his head at the men standing behind me. One of them had short black hair and hallow red eyes. The other had piercing dark red eyes and blond hair. “And you are?”

I’m not stupid, I wouldn't give my name away to witnesses. They were witnesses, meaning I had to kill them to, but for some reason I want to know more about this strange man… was he the they Oliver was talking about? “_____. I’m _____.” Right after I said it I immediately regretted it, how can I be soo stupid?! I mentally face palmed myself.

“Well _____ you seem like an interesting ragazza. Why not join us for dinner? I know this really good café.”

…Did he just…? Okay, this town is full of strange, yet interesting people. Before I could say my response a familiar voice echoed through the ally.

“_______! The hell you think you’re doing.” Al sounded angry, he walked towards us while Matt just stayed at the entrance of the alley based on his grin, he seemed amused about what would happen next.