room 169 (agent!reader x various!hetalia)

Chapter 1- The man in room 169
I sat next to the personification of Hungary, she was a nice girl who was worried about her fellow countries. Although she was worried for her friends, all she had to prove something was wrong was speculation. Not something you could easily build a case or solve one from. If I were to try and solve this case I was going to need  to talk to the other countries and see if they would talk. But, of course, the countries wouldn't meet till next week and it would be damn near impossible to contact them.

I sighed and stood up, looking at Hungary, "Well, I can't say much for now, but I will look into this further."

"Oh well call if you have something," she replied cheerily and escorted me outside of her manor. I eventually made the long drive to my hotel and collapsed on the bed.

"Why can't this be easy? Why do I get the shit cases?" I said aloud to myself. I sat for a few more minutes before boredom kicked in and I turned on the tv. I just sat like a mindless zombie watching tv until eventually I just fell asleep.


~meanwhile~

"England!!! Hurry your on in a second!!" America called out.

The dirty blonde came running around the corner in his waiter outfit while America finished getting on his cowboy one.

"Now here we have everyone's favorite Englishman, The Waiter!" The host who ran everyone and everything called out. England sighed and walked out into the the brightness of the stage leaving America alone.

America could here the yells and calls if both women and gay men calling for him. He closed his eyes and tried to remember happier times before this mess had begun.
"America," a light Italian voice called.

"Ya, Italy?" America responded opening his eyes to look at Italy.

"When will we leave?" He asked.

America sighed and hugged the pretty much naked Italian, "I don't know. I don't know."

~the next morning~
You woke with a start, it was 4 in the morning, who the hell was up? You slowly climbed out of bed and grabbed some shorts before poking your head out if the door. You looked both ways up and down, nothing was there.

"Ugh," a moan echoed through the hallway. You turned your head to the noise, this wasn't a sexually moan it was like "I'm in pain please help" moan. Any yes there is a difference between the two.

Anyways you started to walk down the hallway,after grabbing the hotel room key, and heard the same noise again. You listened intently trying to figure out which door it's was coming from.

"Ahhh," you heard again, it was from the door 169 ( ;D ). You knocked gently, "Hey are you okay in there?"

You waited for a minute with no response or sounds. Using your luck and training, you slowly slid your room card threw crack in the door and pushed. The door creaked and opened a bit, but that was all you needed. You eventually got the door wide enough so you could slip through, and what you saw was terrifying. There laid a man with shoulder length blonde hair tied to a bed, only covered by the bed sheets. As you stepped closer to the man you saw he had many hickeys, bites and bruise marks.

"Sir?" You asked carefully looking at the rope that tied him to the bed. His eyes opened to be a brilliant blue, slightly startling you.
"Sir, hold on a second I'll get you out if this," you stated and quickly started to untie the ropes.

"Merci beauicoup (Thank you so much)" he said. You looked at him, he spoke in French so you had a good hunch he was from France.

"Chut, arrêtez tout simplement sedétendre (Shh stop just relax)," you told him as you cut the final rope off. He fell to the bed, you started to move the sheet so that it covered him more.

"Parlez-vous anglais? (Do you speak English)?" You asked the Frenchman. He nodded yes in return, but barely. "What happened?" You asked nicely while sitting on the edge if the bed. He looked away from you, "You can tell me, I work for the UN. I'll help you, I just need you to tell me what happened," you said and gently put a hand on this shin. You heard cases like this before usually involving rape, but this man looked very toned. So, how could he have ended up here unless he was a prostitute?

"I know this may be rude, but are you a prostitute and that's why you are here?" You asked.

His eyes widened,"No! It's...just...complicated."

You cocked your head in confusion, how could someone be in this sort of position, but not be either raped or a prostitute.

"You aren't helping here," you gripped his shin a little tighter showing you meant business.

"I-I can't," he said turning away.

You instantly felt bad and quieted your voice,"You can't what?"

"I can't tell you," he spoke quietly. You gently started to rub his shin trying to get him to calm down and maybe open up.

"Yes, you can. I'm sworn to secrecy, you can tell me," I said still rubbing his shin, his bright blue eyes looked up at me with a little hope.

"You said you work with the UN, are familiar with cases dealing the personification of the countries?"  He asked quietly.

"Yes, I am actually working on one now," things instantly clicked in my mind, "oh, France, Hungary was right." He looked up questionably.

"Huh? What do you mean?" You sighed, you had to tell him the truth.

"Hungary hired me to find out what was wrong with you boys, she is extremely worried," I continued to rub his shin.

"Oh, qu'ai-je fait (what have I done)," he mumbled and put his face into his hands.

I got up and touched his shoulders, he looked up at me. "You have done nothing, I will help you and everything else. I don't care if it you are at fault, no one should go through this. I will make sure whoever did this pays, I promise." I spoke with such anger, I hadn't known I could lose myself over men, but I did.

I threw him some clothes I found in the closet, "Come on." He quickly got dressed and followed me out the door.

"Where are we going?" He spoke, he sounded worried. I guess I must have looked pretty scary or mad. Not because I was pissed that someone was forcing countries to strip and worse, no not at all...-_-

"To see a friend," I smirked, this was going to be 'fun' and walked out of the hotel with the abused France following.