Stranded In… Paradise? II

(Nyotalia!Axis x Male!Reader x Nyotalia!Allies)

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Your slumber was abruptly interrupted by a splash of cold water colliding with the side of your face. The shock of the sudden cold temperature sent your body into a miniature panic, a short, sharp gasp filling your lungs with air as a result of the adrenaline now coursing through your blood. You blinked repeatedly in order to try and familiarise yourself with your surroundings. Things slowly came back into focus, revealing a room encased in four iron-grey concrete walls with a cold, unforgiving floor to match. There was nothing else within the room, say for a small flicker of light somewhere to your right. Hair still dripping with water, you turned your head towards the light. Your head was still spinning waking up so suddenly, but with your vision had focused enough to make out the outline of a female figure standing in the open doorway, silhouetted by the light behind her. She appeared to be clutching a bucket in her left hand, leading you believe that she was the one responsible for bringing you back to the land of the living. “Good, you’re awake,” she stated in a slightly mocking tone.

A sudden chill ran down your spine. That voice. The accent this woman possessed was neither Italian, German nor even Japanese. It didn’t belong to any of the other Axis Powers members either. Instead the realisation that the voice belonged to Russia sank in with a sickening feeling to your stomach. Now you really did panic, as your memories of being captured by the Allied Forces began to resurface in your mind. Where were the other girls?! What had happened to them?! Were they all right?! You tried to lift your arms to help yourself get up, only to have the shackles you had been put into prevent them from reaching higher than your hips. Behind you the chains were pulled taught, there source sealed into the concrete below. You were trapped. You couldn’t even stand up. There was no way out. Anger flooded through as you looked back at the woman in the doorway. “Where are they?!” you growled, still fighting against the chains in vain. “What have you done with them?!” A small smile seem to creep across Russia’s face, apparently amused by your physical and verbal displays of distress. Her violet eyes locked onto yours, a disturbing feeling of calm seemingly prowling within them. “Don’t worry about them,” she cooed softly, yet still sounded unnerving. “They’ll be Ok for now.” Her smile seemed to grow and her eyes suddenly seemed to grow dark. At this point you stopped struggling, frozen with fear by her icy gaze. “I would be more concerned for your safety if I were you.”
  “Oh yeah?! What’s that supposed to mean?!” you cried out. Your attempt at sounding threatening was replaced with a higher, wavering tone of fear. The female nation snickered slightly as pure glee ran across her face. “Well,” she began, “my fellow Allies and I were discussing what we are going to do with the four of you. It was actually rather amusing.” She seemed to tail off slightly, as if daydreaming about the subject. Knowing Russia this couldn’t mean anything good, causing you to gulp in fear. The female nation heard this and looked back at you. “Oh you don’t need to worry,” she said in her unnervingly soft tone. “My colleagues still insist on keeping you and your friends alive.” She sighed at this dejectedly. “A waste if you ask me. But still, we’ll all still have lots of fun when it comes to… interrogation…” Your heart was now pounding like a bird cornered in a cage by a cat, desperately looking for a way out. This cold hearted nation was famous for her brutal “interrogation” tactics. Not everyone managed to survive them either. Cold sweat began to form on your brow as you lingered on the prospect of being left alone with this mistress of torture. Your anxiety only seemed to fuel Russia’s delight, her grin wider and more menacing than even you deemed possible. “We’ll be in touch, my darling. Bye-bye!” And with that she elegantly left the room, locking the door behind her and taking the one source of light as she went.

You looked about the room, desperately trying to find something to help you escape. But to your great dismay you were truly alone in the concrete cell, with nothing to aid in your escape.  Despair began to take hold of your mind. Was this it for you and your fellow Axis Powers? Was the war really lost before it had even begun? Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard an irritated whisper coming from outside of your cell door. “Dummkopf! He’s obviously not going to be in the one with the door wide open!” Your spirits instantly rose. Germany! She was safe! “Well you never know with these idiota Allies!”
  “Can you two please stop arguing?!” Italy and Japan! They were all alright! Joy flooded through you and a smile overtook your face in relief. Just hearing their voices was enough to make your heart soar. “In here!” you whispered, trying to be loud enough to be heard yet quiet enough to not alert the Allies. In the darkness there was a sudden shuffling getting closer to your door, followed by inaudible muttering between the female nations. Soon this was followed by the clicking of the lock being picked from the other side and suddenly the door swung open to reveal Germany, Italy and Japan. “C-name!” they all whispered, Italy being the first to rush over and hug you affectionately. “Have they hurt you at all? You’re soaking wet!” the Italian nation exclaimed, concern spreading over her face. It was hard not to chuckle at her affectionately, your smile now uncontrollable. “I’m fine, it’s only water.”
  “Will you two shut up and let me concentrate here?!” Germany hissed aggressively as she attempted to undo your shackles. “There’ll be plenty of time for that when we get out of here!” You felt her fiddling with the lock pick until there was a sudden clack and the shackles slipped off your wrists and fell to the floor. You ran your hands over your wrists, savouring the sensation of being free. Then it occurred to you. Frowning you turned to Germany: “they took everything we had on us except our clothes. How did you manage to get a lock pick?” The German nation smiled playfully at you, her Aryan blue eyes shimmering in a near-flirtatious manner. “My dear, you don’t want to know,” she purred in her German accent. The thought of the few possible places she had kept the device hidden in made you blush profusely, whilst Italy was left rolling her eyes. “I hate to interrupt, but we have company!” Japan whispered, breaking through the awkward atmosphere. The three of you on the floor all looked over to the door, where the sound of America’s obnoxious laughter could be heard further down the corridor. Quickly everybody scrambled to their feet and bolted to the door. “Quickly, this way!” Germany commanded, taking up her usual role as leader. Nobody felt the need to argue as you could hear the Allied Forces closing in.

Following the blond nation you all headed further down the corridor, deeper into the belly of the prison block. “Do we know where we’re going?” you dared to ask, panting from having to run at the same time. German gave you a dark look over her shoulder. “Of course I do! I helped design some of these places, remember?!” You decided to take her word for it, the anger on her face making it evident that you shouldn’t push her any further with so much at stake. Soon enough you heard Britain shouting and France retorting, signalling that your escape was now known to the Allies. “Run for it!” Italy yelled, encouraging everyone to charge down the various corridors at full speed. Soon the sound of footsteps behind you began to grow louder. “Germany?!” Japan squeaked nervously.
  “I know, I know!” the lead nation yelled back in response. “We’re almost there!” You were beginning to lose hope that you and your comrades would ever make it out of this dreadful place when Germany suddenly shouted, “here!” at a door infront of you. You all skidded to a halt as Germany began to push against the door, but it wouldn’t budge. She then pulled the lock pick out once more and began trying to work the lock on the door. The sound of footsteps in your direction grew louder. “Germany…” you whispered nervously, thinking back to what Russia had told you only minutes ago.
  “I’m working on it!” The sound of footsteps made a crescendo again, this time accompanied by furious shouting.. “GERMANY!!!”
  “HOLD ON!!!” she barked, suddenly breaking the lock and kicking the door down. “Everyone out, NOW!!!” she barked. No one disobeyed her orders, with Italy leaping out of the open door way first, followed by Japan and then yourself. Germany brought up the rear, making sure to shut and block the door as best she could before following you. Your path continued down several flights of metal outdoor steps in the chilling night air before you reached solid ground again. You almost wanted to stop to embrace it, but the sound of Germany’s barrier being demolished by five angry nations made you think twice. The four of you bolted towards the hangar, in hopes of finding at least some vehicle to commandeer, even if the planes weren’t available. “There they are girls!” you could America’s voice echoing from near the top of the outdoor stairwell. “Get ‘em!”  You legged it as you could hear the Allies closing in from behind, gaining on your injured-self and your friends by the second.

Italy had managed to run fast enough to remove the tarpaulin cover and the wheel chocks from one of the fastest planes, only just big enough to fit everybody in. “Come on guys!” she yelled frantically, starting the plane up as the rest of you did the best you could to evade capture. The aeroplane made a sound akin to coughing and spluttering, but soon the propellers were working to a good enough standard for flight. Italy leapt into one of the passenger seats, her confidence in her flying abilities obviously dampened after getting everyone into this mess in the first place. Japan took up one of the other ones, strapping in promptly. You could feel your injury holding you back, suddenly growing uncertain as to whether you could hold out long enough to escape the clutches of the other nations. Suddenly you felt a strong arm wrap around your neck and hoist you up so that you could lean against them for support. Germany helped carry you all the way to the plane, making sure you were safe and secure before jumping into the cockpit. She began driving the place forward, the engine humming loudly as the metallic beast moved forward. The Allies skidded to a halt at the sight, suddenly realising the tables had turned. From your viewpoint you could see America blink at the place in surprise, dumbstruck at how you all managed to steal one of her planes. “RUN AWAY!!!” she suddenly yelled at her fellow nations, causing them all to scatter as not to be attacked by an angry plane-wielding Germany. You could hear her cackling at the sight from the cockpit, eventually steering the plane towards the runway. “HASTA LA PASTA!!!” you heard Italy yell aggressively from beside you, causing everyone to laugh along. It wasn’t long before you felt the plane surge forward and lift off the ground, giving the Allied Forces virtually no time to ready their own planes to pursue you.

Everybody on board let out a massive cheer as you flew clear of the Allied base, your plane humming cheerfully as it soared through the sky. “Good news!” Germany chimed from the front of the plane, trying to make herself heard over the engine. “We have enough fuel to get us back to Axis-Europe. From there we should be able to regroup and plan our next attack more effectively!” Everyone in the back merely sighed in relief. Nobody really cared about the next attack now. For the moment you were all just relieved to be away from that dreadful base and that dratted island you crashed on to get you into this mess. But you were free at last! Despite the war and all of the other conflicts happening between the nations of the world all four of you were currently free. Free from the war. Free from the Allies. Free from the island.

Free from paradise!