I don't own you or Hetalia. ಠ_ಠ
It was unbelievable how you were still alive after all the cuts the Italian gave you. It was surprising to see that you hadn't run out of tears.
"Eight of clovers, and..."
Feliciano said, grinning while he took a card from his pile.
"Nine of diamonds. I win!"
He picked up his knife and placed it on your cheek. You couldn't feel it at all. Your skin went completely numb after all of the cuts he gave you. Then he kissed you, trying to push his tongue into your mouth, and you let him. You let him because there would be no other way to stop the Italian from getting what he wants. Your eyes fluttered shut as you craved for air. The alarm went off, and he slowly broke the kiss, and almost glared at the clock.
"Let me see
Feliciano said, heading towards the card decks. He didn't need to count how many cards he gained to how many you gained. His pile was so thick, while yours seemed to have 10 or so cards.
"Is it my win or your win?"
He asked slyly and looked over at you.
"It is your win, Feliciano,"
You whispered, remembering the deal that was forced upon you. At that moment, you regretted every little mistake you had done in your life. You cried endlessly, and your heart beat faster and you felt your whole body clatter.
"Bella, you are mine, right?"
He asked while holding your chin up, examining your face. Every time you try to look into his eyes and see what he thinks, a light within you wilts like a flower with no water. You remain silent.
"Sei la mia per sempre, ________."
Before you realized it, you found yourself in a warm, comfy bed with frail light seeping between the cracks of two heavy curtains. Your injuries were fixed with gauze rolls and other things you may find in a first-aid kit. Your body was still numb, but you helped yourself out of the bed to look outside. The sun was rising and the air was slightly cold in the room. You heard the sound of a door being opened, and you jumped and turned around to see
Lovino, the car driver?
"Come with me, ________, Feliciano wants you."
You stood there in shock, and tried to piece the clues and fragments of information together. Lovino. Why didn't you realize it? Sure, he was wearing a wig or something, but their faces were so similar!
"You're his brother?"
He smirked and grabbed your wrist. Now that you think about it more, you don't know much about Feliciano. Lovino stopped in front of a door and knocked on the door.
"I brought the girl here, stupido."
"Oh, fratello, stop acting so cold and come in."
The Italian tugged you in as he opened the door. It was the bathroom, and you 'master' was sitting in a tub full of bubbles, and you blushed into a steaming red.
"Leave, fratello. I would like spend time alone with ________."
He rolled his eyes and walked out while shoving his hands into his pockets. You glanced at Feliciano and stood there, hands gripping onto the nightshirt you were changed into while you had fainted.
"Come closer, bella, and I'll give you several minutes to ask questions, and I will decide whether I want to answer them or not."
The Italian beckoned you to come over by waving his slender index finger. You quickly skidded over to his side, and he permitted you to speak.
"W-who are you?"
"I am your master, bella."
"Because I love you, and you wouldn't let me be yours, so I made you be mine."
"Is it because I rejected you?"
He had confessed his love to you several months ago. But it wasn't because you like someone else. You simply didn't know if you loved him more than you do now. But after several awkward moments together, the two of you settled down as being friends once again. You fell silent. You felt that if you asked more questions, you would regret asking them.
"Judging by your pause and actions, I believe you have no other questions."
You didn't move a single bit, but your thoughts roared and swirled.
"Alright, then. I demand you to wash my back."
You picked up the body washing scrub and dipped it in the warm water, then quickly scrubbed that on soap. You gently started to wash his back and he chuckled.
"You're so kind, ________."
You were still blushing, and you never dared to respond. You kept washing his back as gentle as you can be, and washed his hair next, after he ordered you to do so. After all of that you gave him a towel and looked at your feet as he wrapped it around his waist. There were no more tears in your eyes. No matter how much you wanted to cry, your eyes didn't let you.
"Remember, you are mine, and mine only."
Feliciano whispered in your ear before kissing you.