Germany x Abused!Reader-Sunrise (Part two)

 

    Your body felt heavy. Almost like a rock. You felt hands around your back and behind your knees. Unfimilliar hands, or maybe it was just because no one held you Bridal style. You didn't dare to open your eyes, there could be a chance is was your mother. Realization hit you like a rock. It MUST be the blonde dude. Who else would it be? Ok maybe it was your mother but I don't think that she would have hands that big.
    Still afraid to open your eyes, you heard him speak, "Italy, vhy are you making pasta" His voice had A LOT of irritation on it.
    "Germany! The girl may-a be hungry!"  An Italian voice happily cheered.
    "She hasn't even avaken," You almost laughed when he said that. 
    "Doesn't mean she never will!" The Italian still sounded happy... you guessed the blondie kept started to walk again because he held you tighter and it was a tiny bit more bumpy. Your bones ached and your skin screamed but you ignored most of it. MOST of it . You yelped as one of your cuts touched his clothing. It was probably the biggest on. On your arm, your mother threw a knife at you, barely missing your head, you blocked it with your arm. 
    You opened your eyes to see you were in a house. And the Guy was carrying you up the stairs.
    "Are Jou alright?" He asked with concern in his blue eyes.
    "Y-yea...." You managed to let a small word escape your mouth. He continued to look at you in concern.
    "Ok....." he finally said and continued to carry you up the stairs. He stopped at the top of the stairs and took a turn left, almost making your head bump into the wall. Apperently the blue-eyed man didn't see that because he just kept walking.
    He walked into a room that was painted gold, inside of it was two oak dressers, And a queen bed that had orange covers. The ground had dark brown carpet. The room carried the smell of Vanilla.
    "Jou can stay here vhile you get better."
    "So you're not going to kill me?"

    He chuckled and left the room. After the german left, The Italian popped into the room with a plate of pasta. It smelled like heaven.
    "Hi-a!" He cheered almost dropping his plate of pasta, "I made you-a pasta!" The strange Italian set the plate on your stomach.
    "T-t-thanks," You stuttered staring at the food. 
    "Di niente!" He clapped his hands together and left the room. He left a fork for you to eat it with. Immedetily you began hogging down the food. Whatever the Italian put in it made you smile and finish it. You're hunger sort of eased it's self. Wanting more, you stood up from the bed. You stood for a moment, your legs shaking like a scared child. You grabbed the plate and fork and walked downstairs. On the last couple steps you almost tripped and fell down the stairs.
    You saw the blonde's head peek out from the kitchen, "What are you doing from your room?"
    "I wanted more food" You said looking down at the bowl that you pretty much licked clean.