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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Gen, M/M
  Fandom:
      Hetalia:_Axis_Powers
  Character:
      Canada_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Poland_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers)
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      I'll_add_more_tags_later_if_the_story_gets_continued!
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      Published: 2016-02-19 Chapters: 1/? Words: 3054
****** Snatched Away ******
by SparkOfRuby
Summary
     [IC] Matthew came off as shy and painfully sweet, but Feliks quickly
     finds out that he's not all that he seems to be. (Please check
     notes!)
Notes
     Hello, everyone! I took this down about a year ago, but have been
     revising and re-writing it since. Before I keep working on it I want
     to post this chapter and maybe 1 or 2 others to see if anybody's
     still interested. If people seem to like it I'll revise the rest of
     what I have and basically continue from where I left off.
     Onto the story!
See the end of the work for more notes
Feliks checked the numbers written down on the small slip of paper that he’d
kept in his pocket, then back up at the front of the house. The address was
right, he was sure of that, but this couldn’t be the house he was looking for.
It was small and painted a light shade of beige, not what the advertisement had
shown at all.
He bit the inside of his cheek as he walked up the front steps and knocked on
the door anyways. Even if it was the wrong place, he was sure the owners would
kindly redirect him. After a few minutes of silence, he went to knock again. As
he grabbed the heavy metal ring, the door swung open and caused Feliks to
stumble back, nearly falling down the steps. A boy who looked to be in his
early 20’s stood in the frame, red-faced. He had wavy blond hair almost down to
his chin and thick framed glasses that had a noticeably large scratch on one of
the lenses.
“I’m so sorry! Are you hurt?” He asked, walking down the steps to help him
stand up.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine. Are you Matthew Kirkland?” Feliks asked, trying to
glance into the room behind him.
“Yeah, I’m assuming you’re Feliks then,” he said. “Come on, we can talk in the
kitchen.” Feliks nodded and followed Matthew into the small kitchen area. A
tall pitcher of water was sitting out on a round wooden table, leaving rings on
the tablecloth. He took a seat opposite Matthew and silently looked around the
room. It didn’t look much like he’d described over the phone. Maybe that’s why
the outside looked so off to him? Matthew poured a glass and slid it over to
him.
“So you’re interested in rooming?” Feliks turned around and nodded quickly.
“Yeah, I’ve been trying to find a roomie for literally like, half a year,” That
was a lie, it had only been two months, but it felt much longer than that.
Everyone he found always declined or lived with a group of people already. He
didn’t understand why it was so hard to find a single person to live with.
Matthew just chuckled a bit and fidgeted with a bracelet clasped around his
wrist. Feliks took a sip of his drink that tasted strangely good, almost like
sugar and maybe some sort of fruit, hoping that he’d break the silence between
them. He hated trying to make small talk. Luckily, Matthew spoke up again.
“What made you want to move up here? I mean, it’s a pretty empty place,” he
said, glancing out the window. It was a pretty small town, and it didn’t have
much. Most of the stores were all in the same strip mall (if you could really
call it that), and the rest of the buildings were almost exclusively housing.
Nothing glamorous or special, really.
Feliks thought for a moment. Why did he choose this place? Besides the fact it
was the only nice house that let him in. “I guess because I never really liked
being in crowded places, I couldn’t live in a city or anything like that. And
it’s close to my parents, so that’s kind of a bonus.” He almost wanted to add
’because I’m terrified of living alone’ but he decided not to.
Matthew nodded in silence, leaving Feliks unsure how to continue the
conversation. He fidgeted for a moment and then asked: “Why Doesn’t the house
look like the pictures?” As soon as he said it, Feliks felt rude for blurting
it out. However, Matthew didn’t seem to mind at all and just smiled.
“I used to have a roommate, but they moved out awhile ago. That was the house
from the last ad I put out before I did some redecoration.” While Feliks wanted
to ask why he didn’t just update the page, he kept his comment to himself.
“Well,” Matthew said, looking down at his jewellery once more, “I mean I guess
as soon as you want you can move in…”
“Really?” They’d talked a little before he came here, but he didn’t expect
Matthew to agree so quickly. He didn’t even know if he really wanted to move in
yet. Well, that was a bit of a lie, but still. Things had just seemed a little
bit…off to him since he came here. It was no doubt a nice place with a fairly
nice owner, but could he really trust a man he just met for the first time 20
minutes ago? Ice clinked in the bottom of Feliks’ glass as he finished off the
last of his drink.
Matthew stood up and grabbed it from the table. “Here, I can clean up out here.
Why don’t you look around the house a little bit more?” Feliks was about to say
that everything looked perfectly clean already, but instead, he just nodded and
wandered out to the living room, confused. Maybe he was just a neat freak. It
would explain why he was so strange, for lack of a better word.
He made his way through the house, looking through all of the rooms, and even
taking a glance in the attic. The house looked like new, better than his own
even. It would definitely make a nice to place to live, but he couldn’t help
but feel some sort of bad vibe radiating around the house. He shook the
thoughts off as his anxiety nagging at him. After wandering around for a bit,
Feliks started to feel a little lightheaded and decided he should try to find
Matthew, and let him know he was going home. He almost tripped on one of the
chairs in the dining room and stumbled into the wall trying to keep his
balance. His stomach was twisting into knots and he felt like he was about to
vomit. Out of the corner of his eye, Feliks saw Matthew walk in, carrying a
plastic bag. Feliks floundered for words, but he couldn’t make any sound.
When he finally did say something, he couldn’t hear his own voice. It was like
he was talking underwater, muffled and distorted. Matthew wrapped an arm around
his shoulders and helped him keep his balance.
“You look really sick,” he said, trying to help him into the living room. “Do
you wanna lie down or something?” Feliks nodded, trying to keep himself up. It
was hard to hear anything, and his vision was starting to blur. Feliks wanted
to go home, but there was absolutely no way he could drive like this. He felt
Matthew set him down on the couch, where he closed his eyes and tried to steady
his breathing. Why was he so sick all of a sudden? Was it the food he’d had
before coming over? It made the most sense, even though Feliks himself was
having some trouble with making any sensible thoughts at the moment. Slowly, he
let himself sink back into the cushions and fall asleep.
——-
When he came to, he was laying a bed with a heavy quilt on top of him. His head
hurt and both his arms had fallen asleep. He tried to pull the blanket off of
him but found he couldn’t move his hands. They were stuck behind his back like
something was holding them there. Confused, Feliks sat up, looking around. He
was up in the attic, but he was sure that he’d been in the living room before.
Maybe Matthew moved him up here?
Feliks had no clue how he had got there, or how long he had been passed out,
but he knew he needed to leave- now. When he went to stand up, he couldn’t move
his legs right and fell to the floor with a crash, still, semi entangled in the
blanket. He groaned and looked at his feet. He could see a thick piece of rope
was wrapped around his ankles, binding them together.
Feliks started to panic, kicking at the air in an attempt to loosen the rope.
It worked a little bit, but not enough to free himself. He started to look
around if there was anything he could use, scissors maybe? But what he was
going to do if he did find anything? His hands were probably tied up the same
way. He wondered if he was left alone in the house. He didn’t know what scared
him more, the fact that he might’ve been abandoned like this or that the person
who did this to him was still here. Then another thought came to his mind.
Where was Matthew? Was he in the same position as he was?
“M-Matthew?” Feliks called out shakily. He hoped that Matt wasn’t hurt, even
though he didn’t know if he was even still here or not. The stairs creaked
slowly as Feliks heard someone climbing up to the room he was in. His heart
stopped, skipping every other beat. The curtain to the room he was in swished
open to reveal Matthew walking in, eyebrows raised in surprise.
“Matthew! What the hell happened?” Feliks asked frantically. A part of was
relieved to see that Matthew seemed to be unharmed, but he also confused as to
why he was tied up, but not him.
“You’re awake? I thought maybe you would stay asleep for a little while longer,
you looked pretty bad before you got knocked out,” he commented, taking a seat
on the edge of the bed.
“I’m fine, I’m fine, just get this rope off of me- Please!”
“Well, I kinda put that there for a reason,” Matthew said, looking down at him,
“I don’t get why I’d take them off for you,” He giggled when Feliks gave him a
horrified look.
“You did this?” he asked incredulously. Matthew wouldn’t, he was too nice. It
was just a sick joke. He’d let him go and Feliks would go home and forget about
the trip.
“Well I did just admit it,” he replied with a shrug. “Don’t worry about it
though, you won’t have to wear them for long.” Feliks flinched when he saw
Matthew get up and walk towards him. He grabbed his arms and began to drag him
across the room. Feliks squirmed and kicked, trying to get free. Matthew was a
lot stronger than he looked and kept a strong hold on him, even digging his
nails into his skin until it stung. Finally, in a fit of desperation, he
screamed as loud as he could. It hurt his throat, but he tried to yell a little
louder after every breath he took. Matthew didn’t try to do anything, he just
dropped him back onto the floor in front of a huge dusty bookshelf until he was
silent again. When Feliks stopped to look up at him, Matthew spoke.
“Nobody’s going to be able to hear you, ya know,” he said, watching Feliks
swallow hard. He went to the side of the shelf and pushed it towards the wall,
struggling with how heavy it was. It made a horrible sound as it dragged across
the hardwood, but Matthew finally had pushed it completely aside, so that it
revealed the wall underneath. For a second, Feliks didn’t know what he was
doing, but then he noticed that there was an open hole in the wall. It wasn’t
very big, but there were more cracks all around it. It sort of looked like an
entrance that had been cut into the wall itself.
He watched, too confused to do anything but lie there as Matthew yanked at the
piece of the wall until it popped open, dust flying everywhere. Cold air seeped
out, making Feliks shudder and goosebumps rise on his arms. The room behind was
empty except for another little door surrounded by insulation. Matthew took him
inside, Feliks’ struggles doing nothing to help him.
Without closing the first, the other door got pulled open to reveal a very
rotten looking staircase that looked built into the walls. When Matthew started
to drag him again, this time towards the stairs, Feliks threw himself around as
violently as he could. For just a moment Matthew lost his grip, but it didn’t
really matter. Feliks tried to squirm back but didn’t make it even across to
the threshold before he was picked up again.
They went down the set of stairs carefully so that they didn’t end up falling
to the bottom. He thought about pushing Matthew down, but every time he did so
much as turn his head, Matthew stopped and wrenched his arm back. Tears
overflowed and slid down his cheeks as he thought of all the horrible things
that might happen. He remembered his mom being so worried about meeting some
stranger, and how he told her he’d be fine. This was something you hear on the
news, something your parents warn you about. It wasn’t ever supposed to happen
to him.
It seemed to take forever to reach the bottom, and he had no idea where they
were or how they even got here. It seemed like they were inside the walls. Or
at least, they had been. Feliks heard something metal being moved around, and a
soft light came from inside what looked to be another room. He was dragged
inside, and Feliks felt sick all over again.
It was big, and the walls were made of some sort of foam. A large chest was
pushed up against one of the corners, and the light he saw was a big round bulb
hanging from the ceiling, a tiny beaded chain hanging down. What really scared
him were the eyes. There were people in there, staring. There were others,
chained up and staring at them, scared. His heart dropped through his stomach
and to the cement floor.
How long had they been here? How long would he be here? Oh God, what if he
never made it out? He was sobbing, partially out of fear and partially out of
anger at himself. He should’ve known there was something wrong! Maybe if he had
said something he wouldn’t be stuck in a house with a psychopath. Feliks was so
lost in conflicting thoughts and a lingering state of pure shock, he didn’t
even feel himself being pulled across the floor once more until he felt his
head hit the back of the wall. When Matthew kneeled down at his ankles, Feliks
snapped.
“Get away from me you psycho!” He screeched, attempting to kick Matthew in the
face. He was close, but it would’ve worked better if he hadn’t been restrained;
although that was probably exactly the reason why he was tied up in the first
place. Matthew fell back with a scowl and jumped back up almost immediately. He
slammed Feliks back, luckily only succeeding in stunning the other as the walls
weren’t tough enough to cause any long lasting damage. Feliks squirmed and
kicked, even trying to bite at him in hopes he could hurt him at least a little
bit.
With a deadly serious look, Matthew leant in so their noses were almost
touching. Feliks shrunk back, now too intimidated to do anything.
“Don’t push it,” he growled before moving back to Feliks’ legs. He nodded,
starting to shake. Something had gleamed in his eyes that made Feliks become
willing to do anything so long as he wouldn’t get hurt. Maybe if he kept his
mouth shut and listened, Matthew wouldn’t hurt him, right? Surely he would
leave him alone. Feliks felt a surge of blood rush into his feet and he flexed
his toes. However, his hands still were swelling and hurting.
Matthew stood up and slowly made his way over to the big chest, leaving Feliks
somewhat unbound and alone. This was his chance, the doors were open and his
legs were free. It seemed like the perfect opportunity! Even so, Feliks stayed
put. The fear of what would happen if Matthew caught him (which he most likely
would anyway) overruled the voice of bravery telling him to run. He had spent
so much time fighting with himself that by the time he even considered getting
up, Matthew was back.
In one hand, he carried a large metal collar, the ones made with long chains
already hooked on for bulky guard dogs. The other object was a pair of metal
handcuffs, opened up. Feliks felt his chest pound and everything his body do
somersaults all at once. Fear numbed his thoughts as the cold metal of the
collar clamped around his neck, and in an instant, he felt like he couldn’t
breathe. He was panting, gasping for air, even though he wasn’t being choked.
If Matthew noticed (he must’ve, he was bent right over him,) he didn’t try and
do anything. He just hooked the end chain into a knob that Feliks hadn’t even
noticed before, leading from the wall to him. Once that was done, his hands
were loose and being re-bound with the cuffs in front. The chain wasn’t very
long, so he was restricted to crawling around the small space he could. Nothing
felt real anymore, he didn’t notice anybody, not even Matthew. Feliks took
sharp breaths in, short ones out in his state of panic.
Speaking of Matthew, he saw as he gave a once over the room before disappearing
through the doorway without a word. The only sound he made was when he shut the
door tightly, leaving everybody behind in the nearly silent room- silent beside
Feliks’ hyperventilating. He flinched back when he felt an arm wrap around his
shoulders, and he suddenly began to beg.
“Please, leave me alone, just go away-” he sobbed, as the arms pulled him
closer, “I don’t want to- please, just please,”. He felt himself being pulled
into an embrace, and he cried into the stranger’s chest as hands rubbed up and
down his back. When he stopped and caught his breath, Feliks felt utterly
drained. He pushed himself away and curled up, hiding his face. He prayed that
he’d be awake in his bed at home, and it was really just his mother pulling him
into a hug. He fell asleep shivering, and didn’t dream for the entire night,
convinced that none of this had really happened.
End Notes
     And that was it! Let me know what you think of it so far; I'll prolly
     post a little bit more in the next few days. Thank you all for
     reading ^w^
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