Hetalia x trapped!Injured!Country!Reader

Warning: a little bit of gore... And cussing

DONT WORRY!!! ITS GOT MOSTLY COMEDY!!!




You sat down, looking at the bright, blue sky with starry eyes. In the background, there were gunshots and explosions. That's right. There was a war. Fortunately, it wasn't yours.

Your town was only 30 miles from the battle field . You would have moved but you couldn't due to a pair of metal jaws dug into your skin. It was a bear trap, and it was very excruciating but you some how kept your mind off of it.

A pair of boots thumped onto the ground as it got closer. You turned your (e/c) eyes to meet icy blue. He had a machine gun in his hands and it was pointed at you until he saw your ankle trapped in a bear trap and lowered it.
"A-are jou alright?" He asked with concern.
You smiled calmly and sweetly said. "Just perfect."
He looked back at your ankle and back at you
"Doesn't zat hurt?"
"Very."
You looked back at the sky and watch a few clouds go by. The tall, muscular man walked cautiously over to you and started to pry open the trap with his bear hands. Your face darkened at this.

"Cherr~"

The man looked at you in surprise at the sound and shivered when he saw the look you give him. Your glare was very dark and had a hint of insanity in it. He held his hands up in defence and said
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt jou, I-"
"It's fine. I have a question."
"Ja?"
"Why are you at war?"
"..."
The German thought for a moment before answering.
"Because ve are fighting over a country."
"Which country?"
"This one."
You looked into his eyes and spoke in a very stern voice
"You can't take it, you can't take me!"
You tried getting up but failed.
"... Your Pacifica..."
"Yes."
He picked you up piggy-back style and walked away from the battle field.
"Pacifica."
"Hm?"
"You are a new country that we've been discussing abou-"
"I'm not new."
"Vat?"
"For 200 years I've kept me and my island hidden."
"H-how-"
"Mirages and the storm clouds, not even satellite  can detect it."
"Z-zat's impossible!"
"Anything is possible. I can control the universe. I can control you."
The air began to tense up and the German man slowed his pace.
"I know everything about you and your friends. I know you more than you..."
"I-is zat true?"
You leaned closely into his ear and said...





































"No."
You bursted into fits of laughter and held onto the German to keep yourself from falling off. He sighed in both relief and irritation. He began to blush the longer you laughed.
"Not funny."
" to you!!! But to me, ITS PRICELESS!!!!"
You continued laughing until you began yawning a storm. The German looked at you and asked
"Are jou tired?"
"No!"
You let out another yawn.
"Jou are, aren't jou."
"No."
You rested your head on his shoulder as he continued walking.
"Admit it, jou're tired."
"No."
"I'll rip zat bear trap from jour ankle."
"You better no-"
"I'm gonna do it right now"
"ALRIGHT! Alright! I am tired."
He smirked and turned his head towards you.
"We're here."
"Okay." You said sleepily and closed your eyes until he said the thing you didn't want to hear
"Before jou sleep, I have to take ze bear trap off."

He went into the big tent and set you down and went to get an aid kit, giving you enough time to escape. You started to stand up until you heard voices outside.
"Where the bloody hell is that bloody german!?"
"Don't look at me, I didn't see the dude leave."
"He went over a hill and didn't return, ve~"
"YOU SAW HIM!? WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US YOU ITALIAN WANKER!!!"
the German man returned with a kit and heard the commotion outside and sighed.
"In here."
"GERMANY!!!"
An Italian man with a curl on his head ripped through the tent and was about jump on the man named 'Germany' until he saw you.
"Ve~ bella? What are you doing he- OH MY GOODNESS!!!"
The Italian finally notice your ankle and went to examine it until a certain American burst in with a  hamburger in hand and gun in the other.
"YOUR HERO HAS ARRIVED AND-"
"SHUT UP, YOU GIT!!!"
"Yea, you don't wanna piss 'im off, ze black sheep iz still on 'is period."
"SHUT UP, YOU FROG!!!"
More men came into the tent and began to argue, the only ones that didn't argue was a big Russian man, a man with a polar bear, a Japanese man, the Italian, and Germany... Until he yelled.
"EVERYONE SHUTUP!!!"
The room went silent until they all saw you. They started noticing your ankle and gathered around you.
"Aw! Poor thing!! I shall heal you, no?" A French man said.
"My name is France, or Francis, what is yours, mon amour~"
"Pacifica, but you may call me (y/n)."
"Honhonhon~ what a lovely name! How I about I introduce myself in be-"(bed)
"Not ever, you bloody twit."
The British man looked at you and smiled gently.
"Hello there, love. I'm very sorry about him."
He looked down at your ankle and looked back at you concerned.
"Doesn't that hurt?"
"So bad I rather get shot in the arm."
England grimaced and took a step back and looked at Germany. Germany nodded and suddenly, you were being held down by the Russian and the American.
"Sorry dudette, this is gonna hurt a lot."
"No hard feeling, da?"
You realized what they meant and squirmed in their grip.
"I WAS KIDDING!!! IM NOT IN PAIN!! I SWEAR!!! I THINK ITS LOOSENED UP, MAYBE I COULD-"
"Your clearly still bleeding and your foot is starting to turn purple." Germany stated calmly
"Nononononononononononononono-"
He walked over to you and put both hands on the trap, startling you even more
"NOnonononononononononononononoNOnononoNOnonono-"
"It's alright Bella! Shhhh... It's gonna be alright."
He rapped his arms around your neck and rubbed your head, soothing you until you felt the trap start to move.
"NEIN!! NYET!!! NO!!! fuckfuckFUCK NO!!!!"
Germany almost lost his grip and ordered a few others to hold you down.
"Damn, she's strong!"
Germany's fingers slipped, causing the trap to clamp back down on your leg. You yelled loud enough for the whole world to hear.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH WHATTHEFUCKISWRONGWITHYOUGODDAMNIT!!!!!"
"You hurt the ragazza, potato-bastard!!!"
"I'm sorry, there vas so much blood on the trap, my fingers slipped!"
Germany placed his hands back on your leg and you knew what was to come.

~~~time skip~~~~


After so much pain, Germany  finally got it off and had the others wash your leg and ankle. You were completely sore after that and fell asleep right after the whole ordeal.
"Sigh... Poor bella, ve~, who knows how long it was when she was first trapped."
"The good thing is she's alright. If Germany found her any later, her ankle would get infected, leading to having to have part of her leg chopped off." England whispered.
"POOR BELLA-"
"SSSHHHH! Be quiet, you wanker. Don't wake her up."
Italy sat down and mumbled to himself, thinking about the bad things that would have happened to you.
Germany walked over to you and rubbed your head before kissing it.
"gute Nacht, (y/n). You have a big day tomorrow."

THE END... Maybe...