"I only wanted your company." The British man stated. He lifted the blindfold off of your eyes to expose a man that looked exactly like England, only with lighter blonde hair and sky blue eyes.. And freckles? He chuckled. "I enjoy it, you know? It's always a pleasure to have you!"
You stared into the sky blue eyes staring into your own __(e/c)__ ones. His grin was wide as he dropped the blindfold to allow you to see, then straightened his posture to stand upright.
"Who.. Are you..?" You asked.
"Why dear, don't you recognize me?" He chuckled. "It's me! England!"
"You're.. Not England.." You swallowed. You couldn't pin it, but there was something about this man that put you on-edge, aside from the fact that he had you tied to a chair.
"I actually am! I'm just his.." He looked up, as if in thought, and a wicked grin danced across his lips. "His insane side."
You shivered, then looked about the room. It was rather stylish, if you did say so yourself. Just like the man's outfit. The room smelled of that sweet cupcake and icing smell from before, which slightly made your mouth water. Then it dawned on you.
"If you're England's.. 'Insane side', where's the real England?"
He chuckled darkly, his twisted grin growing even more twisted.
"Let's just say.. You don't have to worry about him anymore."
Your heart stopped.
"Did you.. Kill-"
"Kill him? Oh yes! You should have seen the fight he put up. But in the end, he was begging for his life." He turned away from you, reliving the scene in his head. "'Please, don't kill me! I'll do anything you want!' he begged. 'I'm too young! I still have so much more to live for! Just please, don't kill me!'"
Tears streamed from your eyes as you heard this man mock your best friends' voice, begging for his life. He then turned to you suddenly and strode towards you, making you jump and close your eyes tight in fear.
"But you know what his true last words were?" You immediately looked at him, tears still spilling over your eyes and running down your cheeks. He raised his hand and you flinched, but he wiped away a tear. "He said 'Take care of _______.'"
You were speechless and petrified.. You didn't know what to do. Believe this England look-alike, or deny that what he said was true. But given the circumstances and your broken spirit, you gave in, letting your head drop, staring blankly into your lap. The man chuckled darkly.
"So take care of you I shall, love~"
You snapped your head up immediately and looked him right in the eyes, a fiery passion in your eyes.
"No! England's not dead, he couldn't be!" You yelled. The man was surprised by your sudden outburst and stepped back. You grinned, feeling triumphant. "There's no way he's so weak as to fall to someone like you, let alone beg for his life! He is, after all, a former pirate!"
The man pouted slightly.
"Hey! No, he's dead! He's bloody dead, I just told you!"
"Then why didn't I hear or see any sign of a struggle?" His expression fell some, and you knew you'd hit a sore spot.
"He's dead." His eyes flashed a shade darker, but his smile didn't fade. "Watch what you say, girl, or you might regret it when I cut your tongue out."
Still feeling triumphant, you leaned back against the chair with a smirk. Sky blue eyes looked down at you, then he stepped forward, mere inches from your face.
"You know, it would be a shame if some kind of harm were to come to you." He drew a knife from his pocket and brought it to your cheek. You slightly winced, but didn't move. "I wonder how much pain it would take to break you completely?"
You smirked again. There was no way you would succumb to this guy.
"I don't know."
Apparently, that was not the answer he wanted, and made a small cut on your cheek, blood rising to the surface and starting to run down your face. You didn't so much as flinch. His eyes suddenly lit up at seeing the sight of your blood, and he stood back, examining as the blood ran down to your chin.
"Hmm.. As much as I'd like to found out for myself, I'll have to pass for another time, love. For now, I have another game we could play~"
You raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't aware this was ever a game." He narrowed his eyes at you, but his smile grew more wicked.
"Indeed it is! But it's getting boring. I'd prefer a chasing game."
He circled you, then stopped behind the chair you were tied to. Suddenly your hands were cut free. You slowly moved them from behind you, taking the rope off your wrists and rubbing them. You stretched your arms, trying to work the stiffness from them.
"Now then. Allow me to explain the rules of this game~"
You turned your head to look into his cold eyes.
"The rules are simple. You try to escape me using whatever means necessary. And I mean, whatever. Even injuring me if you have to."
You liked the sound of this so far. You were no wuss when it came to fighting; especially if your life and freedom were on the line.
"However!" You looked up from your thoughts. "I can also use any means necessary to keep you here. And the more you try to escape, the worse the attempts to keep you here will be."
His crooked, twisted smile widened more, and he held his knife to your throat.
"So then, what will it be? Want to play?"
And with all the courage in the world you could get, you formed a twisted smile of your own and said: