Dear Goodness, how on Earth could I have let this happened to me? You paced back and forth in your cramped jail cell, trying to think of a way to get away from the Allies and back with the Axis. You tapped your chin repeatedly in thought and gazed out between the iron bars to look at the dusty clock hanging over the door. Sooner of later, their going to want to interrogate me again. They should realized that I'm not going to tell them jack shit. You kicked the bars in frustration and leaned your forehead on the cool metal, closing your eyes. You started to think about Ludwig. You didn't know if he were dead or alive, seriously injured or just grazed. All these questions were rambling around in your head without answers, and it only made you a nervous wreck. Calm down, ________! I'm sure Ludwig is fine. Kiku is probably patching him up as we speak. You sighed in contempt and sat on the lumpy mattress.
You nervously raked your fingers thought your (h/l)(h/c) locks and bit your lower lip. For once in your life, you were scared. You didn't know how these Allies worked, and you were worried about the things they would do to you just to get answers. Feliciano had told you many stories about him getting kidnapped, and they were always terrible. He had many scars and wounds all over his body. You never understood how a man who has been through Hell and back can still plaster a smile on his face and go on through life with a cheery attitude.
Rattled from the your thoughts, the creaky door to the room opened. You nearly jumped from your skin, pushing yourself far into a corner of the small cell. The heavy footsteps of boots echoed throughout the tiny room, causing your heartbeat to speed up at a rapid pace. It better not be--. Before you could finish your thought, a blonde headed, glasses-wearing American popped in front of the cell, a cheesy grin on his face. Shit.
"So, feel like talking yet?" he asked, keeping the same hideous grin on his face that just made you want to vomit. You hissed.
"I keep telling you bastards that I have nothing to say to you!" you growled, reeling back and spitting at Alfred's boots. The American didn't even flinch back. He only chuckled and shoved his hands in his bomber jacket.
"Oh, but you do have something to say to us. You're just too stubborn to tell us," said Alfred, keeping his voice at a calm level. You, on the other hand, were fuming with rage. You wanted so badly to reach through the bars and strangle the life out of him.
"You can keep me in here until I rot, I don't care. You will not be getting one word of information from me. Not one!" you said, your voice escalating to a yell. Alfred rolled his eyes.
"Man, you're so overdramatic," he said, humorously. The nerve of this American! Thinking he can make fun of me! I should slit his throat right now. Once again, you fought the urge to lunge to the bars.
"Besides, Ludwig and the others will come get me before you get as far as laying a hand on me," you felt your throat tense. I shouldn't be spouting out things that probably won't happen.
"And how are you sure that Ludwig is still alive?" Alfred asked you, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at you, all humor gone and seriousness taking place. "You never saw him get up. He could be dead right now, for all we know," you gritted your teeth and balled up your hands into fists. You were angry, and yet you were scared. He......he has a point. I never saw Ludwig get up off the beach when he was shot. Could it be that he......? You shook your head wildly.
"He isn't dead! I know he isn't!" you shouted, walking towards the bars and attempting to get into the American's face, which was hard since there were bars in-between you both. Alfred laughed through his nose and smirked.
"Just think about it, _______. He was shot in the shoulder, where one of the major arteries are. He could have bled out," his smirk became more devious, "and you never had the chance to say goodbye. What a shame," rage boiled inside of you.
"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" you banged your fist against the bars multiple times, until your knuckles were scabbed. You didn't care. You were majorly pissed off. You broke down into angry sobs, your shoulders shaking furiously. Falling onto your knees, you grabbed the bars and leaned against it for support. Alfred, seeing as he got you where he wanted you, knelt down and peered at you through his glasses.
"All you have to do is tell us what you know, and we'll let you go. Unharmed. What do you say?" he reached a gloved hand through the bars and tilted your chin up to look at him. You were too weak and exhausted to push his hand away, much less shake your head. Another tear slid down your cheek.
"Fine, I'll talk," you whispered, your voiced saddened and tired. All you wanted to do was cry your heart out, but not with the American watching you. Alfred smirked and tapped your nose.
"I knew you'd come around. I'll be back tomorrow morning," and with that, Alfred rose back up and walked out of the room, shutting the door lightly. Once you could barely hear the clomping of his boots, you once again broke out into a sob, repeatedly whispering Ludwig's name. Please….please be alive, Ludwig. Please be alive and come save me.