[Aitalia] Love Proposal

When he finally came to, his eyebrows had furrowed just a bit as the first sensation that he could feel was his wrists being tightly bound behind his back. He leaned forward a bit to try to be able to mess with them, but quickly realized at his arms were tied to a back of a chair that he was in. His eyes squeezed shut more, feeling his sore aching head droop a bit more at the failure.

“Ah, he’s coming around~ Good good.”

His ears perked at this, forcing to open his eyes to try to see who exactly was talking. However, despite the small spotlight of light from the moon shining through the window above him, everything else was cast into darkness. What was the moon doing out? When he left the house with her, it was the middle of the day. But then…

He slowly was beginning to wake up more as his memories of what previously happened began flooding back to him. That’s right, they were going to the emergency meeting, but then he and some of the others were jumped by some weird people. Were they okay? Where was he now?

“Switzerland~”

Switzerland perked as his name being called; almost growling in the direction the sing-song voice was coming from.  It sounded familiar, he knew he knew it somehow, but from the hit on the head, everything was still a bit fuzzy.

“Who’s there?!” He yelled loudly, glaring towards the darkness. Slowly but surely however, three hooded figures came out from the shadows to step into the moonlight. While the left and right one had their hoods pulled up enough that he couldn’t make out any features, the middle on was shown with an ungodly grin on his face, and what looked like glowing red eyes.

Wait, red eyes?

“Prussia?” Switzerland called out, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. He didn’t know anyone else with red eyes, if this was an elaborate prank he was so going to shoot him between the eyes. The middle figure tilted his head lightly, the smile faltering a little in confusion before he stepped over in front of Switzerland, kneeling down to get on eye level with him.

“Prussia? Oh, my dear dear sweet boy, there is no one like that here.” He reached out a hand, gently cupping Switzerland’s cheek before gently stroking his thumb on the apple of his cheek bone.

The blonde flinched at first, expecting it to be as cold as ice like Prussia’s hands always are, but he relaxed slightly to realize this hand was very warm and soft. With a closer look at the mysterious man, his eyebrows rose slightly as he noticed the others red eyes weren’t just a normal iris, but they appeared… heart shaped? Was that physically possible? But he did know one thing…

This was definitely not Prussia.

“Who… are you?” Switzerland repeated, but this time in a more quiet tone, knowing that he was completely vulnerable to the other man’s whims.

The grin on the man’s face seemed to slowly grow upwards at being asked a simple question, continuing to just stroke Switzerland’s cheek, almost lovingly.

“My name is not important, darling. It is only a label people put on us so they can market us like cattle.” He said, and soon after he pulled his hand away from Switzerland’s cheek before standing up to his full length. “But, here everyone, and you, may call me the Messiah of True Love. Or the Messiah works~”

“… Messiah?”

“Mhm!” The Messiah perked up greatly at hearing the other say his name, even if it was in a confused tone. He looked over his shoulder to the two robed men behind him, quietly giggling to himself before saying, “did you hear that, boys?? He knows my name!”

“That’s so wonderful.”

“Such a good person.”

Switzerland’s brows furrowed at the odd behavior of all three of them, eyes flickering back and forth between all of them before settling back on the Messiah. Messiah of True Love? What sort of name was that? And what was with all the cutesy crap too? Something was definitely wrong here.

“What do you want?” He finally said bluntly, all ready done with their little games.

The Messiah blinked, looking back down to him with his unfaltering wide grin. He cooed lightly before kneeling back down to his level to look at him eye to eye.

“I’ve been watching you for a long while, dear. You seem to be living a pretty decent life, with your little sister and your neutral state. Everything seems fine.” He began, tilting his head just a bit before pursing his lips, “but it isn’t enough, honey. You may think you’re living a good life, but you’re really not.”

“What’s wrong with my life?! I’m happy with it the way it is!” Switzerland quickly retorted, not willing to let someone ridicule his life style.

“Sweetheart, sweetheart, you don’t need to be so angry, it’s okay!” The Messiah quickly said, chuckling under his breath as he reached forward to gently shift his hand through the blonde’s messily chopped hair. It only took a moment to see that Switzerland was very uncomfortable with it though, so he retracted his hand soon enough. “It is a nice life, and your sister is adorable and loving and your land is luxurious and the picture of beauty!”

Switzerland paused at this, almost off put about all the complements thrown toward him about Liechtenstein and his homeland. But considering how many praises this guy gave out, it was doubtful if he was sincere about any of it.

At getting the other a bit more relaxed, Messiah’s smile bloomed once more before he set a hand on the others kneecap.

“But, darling, you aren’t being loved enough. You do so much and put up with so much, you should be appreciated and loved even more!” The Messiah tilted his head, the hearts in his eyes almost seeming to twinkle lightly, “We want you to be loved. Only we can give you the love you deserve. Only by bloodshed can you get the love you deserve.”

The last line made Switzerland sit up straight. Bloodshed? They demanded some kind of sacrifice?? Was this some kind of crazy cult!?

“What, you think I should get a girlfriend or something?? Just because your title says you’re Messiah of Love or some shit doesn’t mean that you actually are! More of the lines of the Messiah of Bullshit! I-”

He held his breath as he felt two cold objects on his neck, cutting off his sudden tirade pretty quickly. He looked up to see the two cultists that were sort of hanging around at his side and both having a knife to his neck.

“Don’t you dare talk to our beloved like that.” One of them said, growling down to Switzerland in a protective manner. Switzerland dryly gulped, feeling the action press against the twin knives very lightly. He knew that voice too, but he couldn’t pinpoint it either. Was it from the hit on the head??

The Messiah pouted a little at such action being taken, gripping onto Switzerland’s knee a bit to get his attention once again before leaning forward to gently whisper,

“Watch your tongue before we cut it out~”

Switzerland tensed at this being such a blunt threat towards him. These guys were fucking crazy!!

“What did you do to Liechtenstein? To the others? Are they going to be targeted for your fucking love game too?”

“Mm? Nothing, hun. But I do wish I can have a talk with them too.” The Messiah pulled back and lightened his grip on the other as he vaguely looked up, his glowing eyes shining in the moonlight. “Such sweet precious darlings, I just want to hold them close and have them never worry about anything ever again. But if they can just kill off their problems, that very thing will happen~ Aah, such precious sweet darlings.”

“Don’t you dare fucking touch Liechtenstein!! Don’t drag her into this god damn cult of yours! I swear I will kill you and end all of our trouble! Fuck your love bullshit!!”

At this, the Messiah snapped his head back to meet Switzerland’s gaze, his smile vanishing momentarily. But soon his eyelids drooped and a more sweetly cold smile formed on his face before he snapped his fingers, having the two withdraw their knives from his neck.

“Darlings, could you do something for me?”

“Of course, what do you need?”

The Messiah glanced up to the two guards before standing up to his full height.

“Switz needs some time back in the thinking room; perhaps some nice quiet time will help him think all of this over.”

“That sounds like a great idea.”

“You have the best ideas.”

While the Messiah coyly blushed and waved a hand in a bashful manner towards the complement, Switzerland looked to men behind him and almost yelped as suddenly they grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up from the chair so he was suddenly standing. He started to breathe faster, figuring out easily that the ‘thinking room’ was not exactly a good place. He blinked though as the Messiah came up to him, and tensed as suddenly the other leaned forward and gave him a very soft kiss on the cheek before leaning back further to whisper in his ear.

“I love you very much, Switzerland. We all do. They do not. They hate you. They hate you, and your sister, and your life. Take their crown, so you may get more love, darling. It’s all for you. Because I love you. Think about that.”

With another snap of the fingers, Switzerland grunted as he was yanked backwards, suddenly being grabbed by his heels off into the darkness while the Messiah was giving an ungodly smiling and waving to him.

That smile was the last thing he saw before he felt something wham his head to black out everything else.