I Will Keep You Safe -3- (Supernatural-Hetalia)

You woke up to clammy darkness and a killer headache. At first all you could hear was the rushing sound of your blood in your head, but as you cleared your mind and focused, you could hear the sound of talking. It was distant though, you couldn't make a darn thing out. Sighing you sat up and looked around. Not a soul in sight. The ground was a freezing slick concrete, and the walls were a darker dull gray color. It didn't take you long to realize that something very vital was missing from the room.

There wasn't a single door. You stood up quickly in alarm, which proved to be a very poor decision on your part. The second you reached your feet, you were smacked in the face with a harsh wave a nausea. As soon as you stood up, you fell back down onto your butt. It was about as graceful as a vampire, dosed up with dead man's blood, running with his pants around his ankles. To say the least, you prayed no one was actually there to see your fall, but of course your luck prohibited that from happening.

The same slightly accented laugh from earlier rang around the room, especially above you. You looked up to see the blue-eyed demon from before peering at you through a hatch in the ceiling. That explained your headache, they must have dropped you in there from the hatch.

“You're so pathetic!” he laughed, “Just bumbling around like an idiot.”

You frowned and glared at him, “You don't scare me,” you stated with surety and confidence.

“Oh no, the weaker than wet paper mortal isn't afraid of me, what ever shall I do?!” he said in mock distress. “Oh, I have an idea~ How about we teach her to be frightened. Yes, I believe that'll do quite nicely.”

You felt your words stick in your throat, the demon's threat sinking in. “Y-You can't do anything.” you said.

“Oh, on the contrary.” he said with a smile.

~~~

Russia was in his basement, the secret hidden one that he never told anyone except for a few trusted about.  The walls were of salt-treated iron, and white painted symbols and sigils decorated every inch. In the center of the room was a metal table with an arsenal of weapons littering it. Along with Russia, three other people stood around with him.

“You are here,” he said, “Because I am needing the help.”

“O-Of course, Mr. Russia, sir! We are very happy to help you with whatever you need!” Lithuania, a former underling of his said.

“Speak for yourself,” a rather bitter, yet still very pretty, blonde girl said. “I'm only here because big brother said he needed me. I have no interest in his stupid girlfriend.”

“Belarus! That was mean!” Ukraine said with a sad frown, “(first name) is very sweet! And she makes brother so happy~”

Belarus pouted, “She stole him away from me.”

Russia showed frustration, “We don't have time for this, ever second we wait, the worst for sunflower.”

Ukraine smiled, “I'm happy to help, Russia! Especially for (first-name)!”

Lithuania nodded, “I told Feliks that I might not be home tonight. I am ready to help.”

Russia smiled at the two of them, “Thank you, comrades. Toris, you are loyal, even though I don't own you anymore, why?”

Lithuania shrugged, “I-It's what friends are for, right?”

Russia nodded. Finally he turned to Belarus, “Sister? You are an amazing hunter. Please, will you help me save my little sunflower?”

She looked down and furrowed her brow, “Fine,” she muttered, “But not for her. I'm doing it so I can carve up some demons.” she pulled out a wood-handled serrated knife that had strange symbols carved on the blade.

Russia sighed, “Thank you, sister.”

The four of them loaded Russia's car and went over their attack plan. The ride was quiet. Russia knew exactly where they were, where they were keeping you. He could feel it. Ukraine, being the oldest sibling, rode shot-gun. Belarus and Lithuania were in the back.

It didn't take long for them to show up in front of yet another abandoned building. What was the thing with demons and creepy abandoned buildings? They all got out and weapon-ed up. Belarus with her trusty knife, Lithuania had a shotgun with rock-salt loaded shells, and Ukraine had twin pistols with hollow-point bullets, loaded with holy water. As for Russia, he had his trusty iron pipe, it had never let him down. They were ready.

However, before they were even able to enter the building, a voice called from the darkened doorway.

“Well...it looks like our guests have arrived~”