Your eyes sorted through the seated audience, scanning for four familiar faces, the only four in the world that you needed to see at this very moment to give you the strength to stay sane long enough to hear the final judgment. A girl with long hair looked at you in disgust, her light brown eyes glowing with hatred; a mother is meant to teach her children what is right and what is wrong, during adolescence a teenage girl is going through a 'hell storm', no wonder why she's so disgusted to call you her mother.

I'm sorry Valentina.

As she rolled her eyes at you and turned her attention to her phone, your second eldest noticed you looking in his general direction and mouthed a small and silent "mum", he was on the brink of completely balling out his eyes. The pain of watching this tear stung eyes and quivering lip snapped your heart; he's always been a 'mama's boy' and believed you could never do anything wrong, now he's confused about what and who to believe.

Forgive me Miles.

And infant rested against a man's shoulder, fast a sleep and too pure for this world, too pure for you. Who knows, if this jail sentence is longer than a few months, he may grow up never knowing his mother and be as embarrassed about you as your eldest is.

Precious little Alejo.

The man turned his head and looked at you, heartbroken but strong, it's his duty as their father to not let the family fall, even though his optimism has; gender rules aren't important to him, if the children weren't there, he'd be balling out his eyes and cursing his lungs out at the jury in Argentinian Spanish.

I love you Santiago.

Despite you saying that you only wanted to see four faces right now, you knew that you were leaving out someone, the very person you took the trafficking job for; your second youngest child, he's currently in hospital fighting bone cancer. Having four kids, being a stay at home parent and having a husband that works as a landscaper makes it hard to find the money for simple things like feeding constantly hungry mouths, clothing constantly growing children, education for young minds that want to achieve more in life than you, bills need to be payed if you don't want to deal with bored children complaining about no wifi or television; every now and then, a family is burdened with something that has a higher priority over basics luxuries. Everyone struggles with cancer, rich or poor, but it seems like only one of those two struggle even more to afford to gamble away their hard earned money to try and save a loved member.

I'm always with you, I did things maybe I shouldn't have, but love makes people commit crimes; darling José.

The judge smashed his gabble down onto the desk, drawing all silence to him with baited breath, this man is not only going to decide your fate, but in a way your family's too.

Judge: raspy voice
I sentence Mrs (last name) to 6 years in prison! Case over!

...

2 days later

All was quiet as you lifelessly pressed your back up against the stone cold concrete wall, tossing your head over you shoulder 'admiring' the graffiti. So far the whole prisoner life hasn't seemed like what they stereotype it's like in movies, you've kept a low profile though and haven't interacted with any inmates. Something caught your attention and your ear perked at the sound of voices approaching, their voices all carried very distinctive and foreign accents. Your eyes lazily pivoted over towards the jail bars and noticed a guard opening up your jail door.

You: enthusiastically jumping to your feet
What's going on? Am I being rel-- oh-hmm?

"Ciao!" (Hello)

A perky girl with a mess of auburn hair tided back into a high ponytail waved her hand in a friendly manner, basically jumping into your cell and pulling you into a sudden hug, with a single leg up in the air shaking around like a dog's wagging tail.

Feliciana: jumping up and down
EEEEPPPP!!! I'm a~Feliciana and I a~can't wait to get to a~know you a! We can stay up a~all night a~and do each others hair a~talk a~eat pasta together a~and be best friends a!

You stood there and sent the security guard a desperate glance for help, instead he sent you a sad look and quickly walked away. Normally you'd be angry for being ignored like that, but you couldn't help but wonder what a sweet young girl did to land herself in prison; then more voices caught your attention. You looked over again and now saw two more girls; one seemed to have had a strong build, she wore her blonde hair in a pixie cut and seemed confused by the squealing Italian girl. Beside the girl stood another girl with an Asian heritage appearance and had her straight black hair cut in a simple bob with a fringe; out of the three girls she seemed the most frightened and regretful.

The guard: letting the two in
Enjoy... Don't argue with each other.

It had became obvious to you that the three girls were dramatically younger than you and might be fresh straight out of high school; what could have a group of young girls have done to land them in jail?

You: sitting on your bottom bunk
I'm _____.

Monika: throwing a pillow and blanket on bed above yours
Monika... Do jou mind if I take the top bunk?

You didn't care and allowed her to take that bed; honestly she seemed so strong that you weren't interested in getting on her bad side.

The quiet girl sat on the bottom bunk of the opposite set of bunk beds and wallowed in her misery as Feliciana not too majestically scampered up the ladder to the top bunk.

You: looking at her
You gotta name?

She quickly glanced up at you and then back down at her legs.

Feliciana: lying on her back
That's a~Sakura. She doesn't talk a~much but is a~really good scam artist a!

So that's how she ended up here.

You: looking up at Feliciana
You all know each other?

Monika: answering
Ja, even though ve are all from different parts of the vorld, I left Germany to go to Japan for a student exchange program. Feliciana also left Italy the same time as me and ve vere both hosted by Sakura's family for a jear; ve never lost touch, except no one could have predicted that ve'd all end up here.

You: curious
So did you all do something together and go caught or?

Monika: answering again
Ve all did separate crimes and didn't tell each other until ve all saw each other in court literally hours ago.

You: peaking up at Monika who was making her bed
So what did ya do?

Monika: death staring you over the bar of her bed
I killed a man.... With his own moustache and a grape in his sleep... He threatened my big sister's by saying he'd kill her bird if she didn't do something for him... Disgusting person.

Feliciana: hanging upside down from the bunk bed
My a~turn a!!!
So I was a~going for a drive in my a~car a. Suddenly there was a~this bump a~and screaming a~and I was told a~to get out my car a~and then I got pretty bracelets!

Monika: making the story more clear
She vas speeding and ran over a pedestrian.

Feliciana: brushing her fingers through her fringe
Pedestrian a? I'm actually a~Pisces a!

You blinked at the dumb statement Feliciana; maybe intelligence and beauty isn't always a package deal with everyone.

Sakura: ending her silence
I ran a website where I asked naive guys to give me their credit card details and pretended to be their girlfriend; I was then hacked by a guy, he found my address and gave me a surprise visit... Along with the police.

Monika: jumping down from the bunk bed
Vhat's jour story?

You: rubbing your arm
I desperately needed money to pay for treatment for my son who has bone cancer, so I took a drug trafficking job... I was desperate.

Sakura: interested
You have a son?

You: nervously stuttering
Act-Actually I have th-three sons and a-a daughter...

Sakura: worried
How old? Who is looking after them?

You: noticing she's worrying
Don't worry, my husband is looking after them, my daughter is the eldest and she's in her mid teens and the youngest is 10 months old.

Monika: showing an interest
How old is the one vith cancer?

You: putting you three fingers
José is 3 years old...

Feliciana: trying to stop dangling from her feet
What is a~your a~husband like a? .... HELP ME A~GET DOWN A~MONIKA!

You: thinking about him
Santiago is originally from Argentina, he's a landscaper, we both met at a soccer game in Brazil, very passionate about soccer---

Feliciana: smirking while standing on the ground once again
Does that a~make you a~soccer mum then a?

You: cheering up
Haha! Hun, I still can fit my skinny jeans from high school.

Sakura: putting her hands through the bars
So this is our fate... I've dishonoured my family's name.

Monika: cracking her neck
It's eerie here.

You: nodding
The majority of the time it is...

Feliciana: walking over to the bars
If I'm a~going to be a~spending years in here a~then it's gonna need to be a~more like home a....
C'è qualcuno che sta fame ?! (Is anyone hungry?!)

"SHUT UP A!"

Feliciana: turning around with a smile
It has a~potential a!

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My first time writing with the Nyo! Hetalia characters; I wasn't too sure how to play this one-shot out, but I think I did a decent job.

Thank you for reading!

~BlueTimeFly