Hetalia Denmark x Reader - True King Pt. 7

“Get out,” growled Matthias. “Or I’ll have you arrested.” You looked at your parents. Would they drop you and leave? Or would they go down with a fight?
(I saw most people wanted a fight, so here we go…)

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Your ‘father’ sneered. “Make me, pretty boy,” Matthias charged at him, ramming him into the wall. He pinned him there and punched his face multiple times.

Left, right.

Left, right.

Your dad caught one of Matthias’ oncoming fists and twisted his arm around. He had him in a lock when Matthias kicked him right by his manly parts. The enemy stumbled back, slightly wincing in pain before charging back at him. You turned around to see the other Nordics in a dog pile. They were trying to pin down your mother, but she was sly and tricky. They searched underneath themselves, but your mother was not there. A sudden yelp and click of a gun stopped all movement in the room. By the living room entrance stood your mom, holding tightly to Peter with a pistol to his head. “I didn’t want it to come to this, but it seems like it has,” she said, breathing heavily from her attackers. “DON’T LET HER SHOOT ME!” Peter cried, hot tears streaming down his young face. “Shut up, twerp!” your mom said, shaking him a little. He whimpered.  

All was quiet for a moment before you heard your father chuckle deviously. “Alright, now let my husband go. NOW!” Your mother shook a terrified Peter again, as if saying ‘If you don’t I’ll shoot’. Matthias reluctantly pushed him away towards his wife. They now stood side by side, eyes darting around the room to make sure no one made a move towards them. “Now, let’s make a trade. _____ for the brat,” You tensed.

It was you or Peter.

You knew what you had to do.

You slowly walked towards them, ready to make the trade before you felt a hand grab your arm. “No…” Matthias whispered. You gave him a bitter sweet smile. “It’s ok,” you whispered back, but you knew that was a lie. You sadly brushed off Matthias’ hand as he watched in disbelief. You turned back to your parents and continued towards them. You saw their grip on the boy loosen as you got close. Once you could reach Peter, you pulled him away from the evil couple and towards the Nordics, where he hugged and wept on Emil. You turned and saw five facial expressions; calm, concerned, sad, angry, and hateful. You felt your eyes watering as you faced your fate as a slave. You turned back to your parents, practically holding your breath.

“Very good. We shall be on our way, then,” your ‘mother’ said calmly and victoriously. She grabbed your arm so tightly, it cut off circulation instantly and completely. They strode out of the house with success plastered on their faces. Before they could make it to the door, it magically sealed itself. Your dad pulled at the door while your mom pointed the gun back at the Nordics. “Ok, what’s going on here?” You noticed Lukas silently muttering something, but you had no idea what. Suddenly, the pistol started jerking in your mother’s hand. Her hand stayed glued to the weapon as her body was being dragged around the room. Your father was too busy pounding at the door to notice. Berwald launched himself at your dad and tackled him to the ground, making him unconscious. You, on the other hand, were being dragged around with your mother, who still hand her iron grip on your arm. Tino and Emil had left the room with Peter, who had fainted from hyperventilating as Lukas helped Berwald with your father.

Everything started to go into slow motion.

“_____!” Matthias shouted, holding out his hand for you to try and grab while you were still practically flying around the room. You reached out and made contact, and you both started pulling away from the cursed woman. You felt yourself smile as you were about to be rejoined with your new boyfriend. Happiness flowed through you as you thought a new future that didn’t involve your parents or slavery. Maybe one day you cou—BANG!

Your mother had pulled the trigger.

Someone got shot.