On the shelf were a bunch of Hetalia Yaoi Doujinshis.

She looked at them, puzzled and picking one up to see what they were.

The three were thrown into the back of a truck and driven to a large manor out in the middle of the country. They were tied to chairs, their arms and wrists bound before their kidnappers took the bags off of their heads.
"Guten Tauge, Israel. We meet again." A familiar voice said.

Germany walked into the room.

I glared at him ignoring the chills running down my spine "Oh it's you, we really must stop meeting like this, in fact it would be great if we could just stop meeting at all."

"What are you?" the person countered. The voice was soft, with a hint of haughtiness. The being stepped into the light.
It looked to be a young lad, maybe in his late teens. His hair was white, with a slight golden tinge to it. He was extremely pale, almost like an albino. His eyebrows gave away his status. He was obviously one of England's relatives, because he had similar eyebrows.


(This is Normandy, an old Empire that eventually was overthrown blah blah blah... The reason why he sorta looks weird is cos he's fading.)

"What are you?" the person countered. The voice was soft, with a hint of haughtiness. The being stepped into the light.
It looked to be a young lad, maybe in his late teens. His hair was white, with a slight golden tinge to it. He was extremely pale, almost like an albino. His eyebrows gave away his status. He was obviously one of England's relatives, because he had similar eyebrows.

"Scotland" he growled, "you had me thinking you were some sort of animal"

The front cover looked pretty innocent. Just France and England looking happy.

She looked at Kiku, wanting to ask him what it was, but also not wanting to disturb him. She then flicked partially through to see what one of the pages was.

Germany feigned being hurt. "You truly hurt my feelings." he said, pacing.
"Why are we here?!" England snapped.
"Because you are." Germany said, giving a not so helpful reply.

"please you don't have any feelings to hurt," I grumble and try to think up scenarios of how all three of us could get out of here.