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A/N: (~~~~~ means a time skip and -----means it’s a POV change.)

“Why don’t you just tell him?”

You brought your head to your hands and sulked, “I can’t.”

Alfred grunted, rolled his eyes and leaned back on the chair. “For god’s sake, (Name), don’t make into one of those ‘one sided love’ shitty romance love story.”

“I know, I know…I just don’t know how to say it.” How do you say “I love you” to someone? Saying it to normal people was hard, saying it to someone you actually have feelings for is extremely difficult. “Al, you probably have a lot of experience with this thing, help me.”

He took the straw and sipped from his fruit smoothie. “Why are you even asking me all of these?”

“Well, he is your brother, so I was expecting you to know more about him.”

“Ugh, look. I don’t know much about my brother, I don’t even know if he got laid or not. So don’t go thinking I’m gonna be your matchmaker.”

“Wait did he say something about me, you know, like his…feelings?”

“I’m not his damn keeper. Look, just say it to him, set the mood, say nice words, sweeten him up. I’m sure he’ll say something sappy or whatever.”

You looked down at your plate of apple pie, suddenly you lost your appetite, thoughts flowed through your mind that you couldn’t bring yourself to take another bite.

The next two days you’ll be leaving. You’ve made your decision but to do that, you’ll have to go back and leave Canada, that meant leaving Kuma, Alfred and Matthew. The previous month was a blur but it was the best that you’ve had. The thought of leaving wasn’t the one that bothered you the most, it was the fact that you haven’t have the chance to tell Matthew what you felt.

Over the month, you found yourself developing feelings for the Canadian, to the point where you can no longer hide those feelings. But the problem was, whenever you think about confessing to him, you mentally break down. Worst case scenarios replayed in your mind, the worse was him not returning those feelings.

That’s why you asked the younger brother on his opinion but sadly, Alfred wasn’t helping much. He kept pestering you to just say the words and not beat around the bush all the time. Yeah right. Easier said than done.

You slammed your head on the table making the other customers’ eyes shift to you.

“Come on Al, help me just this once.”

“Jeez, (Name), you sound desperate there. The way I see it, maybe Matt really does like you.”

You raised your head at those words. “H-he likes me? Like, Like-like me?”

“Yep.”

“Are you sure?”

“I see the way he looks at you, I’m sure. ‘Sides, if he hated you then we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”

You could feel your face burning up and your heart race. He liked you. “Are you really sure?”

“Just ask him.”

~~~~~

Even with Alfred’s words of encouragement, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Your legs freeze up and it wasn’t from the cold temperature. Maybe a little walk would do it, you thought.

The woods seemed like a good place to think things through.

You walked the familiar path to the woods, after ten minutes of walking around, it still wasn’t helping. Then you had a pretty dumb idea, dumb ideas do tend to be successful. Seeing a good view was told to clear the mind, so you tried it.

Finding a good tree, you scaled up the trunk. You dug your fingers on the tree to secure yourself and tried not to fall down. It was a lot of fun to do. Once off the ground by a good distance, you sat ypurself on one of the thick branches.

The view was pretty good, though most of the things you saw were the crowns of the trees and mountains. You sighed, it was better to get back on the ground.

You weren’t thinking ahead as always and ended up slipping on the slippery branches. Reflexes kicked in and your hand caught another branch before you plummeted to the ground. You looked down and found that you were dangling high above the ground the fall probably break something. You tried to hoist yourself but the ice on the branch proved to stop you there. You shut your eyes tightly, hoping that you’ll be fine when you reach the ground.

The sound of cracking was heard, the next thing you knew you were falling. You braced for the impact, the sharp pain in any part of the body, but there was nothing there. Instead you were engulfed with a slight warmth. Could it be heaven.

You cracked open one eye to check your surroundings. Piercing violet eyes and a familiar face with a scowl was the things you first things you saw. You were in Matthew’s arms (again). “What are you doing, climbing up the tree?”

You gave him a nervous grin, the sound of your thumping heart dominated your hearing. “I…uh…Just wanted to see the…the…view.”

“Do I have to safe you every time you get in trouble?” He set you down on your feet. Your legs felt like jelly, it was a bit surprising you could still hold yourself up. You thought of a hundred words to tell him, a witty comment, a joke, those words, but all that came out was: “Sorry.”

He raised an eyebrow in question. “For what?”

You looked down, not having the strength to look at him. “I…I always get in trouble a-and you always help me. I feel like a burden.” Tears found themselves in the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall down. You feel weak.

“You aren’t…” You let out a silent gasp as he said those words. Still, your body was stiff. “And if you are…”

He placed his hand on the back of your head and pulled you closer, your forehead hitting his (well-sculpted) chest. You blushed at the actions, your mind in processing mode, your hands played with the hems of your shirt.

“…Then you’re worth the trouble.”

~~~~~~

You checked your watch for the time. So far, your dad has been an hour late. The guy offers a ride then he comes late and makes you wait. You sat uncomfortably on the wooden bench, your belongings beside you.

“Don’t worry, (Nickname), your dad should be here any minute,” your aunt said. She sat down beside you and nudged your shoulder. “So…where’s that cute guy you kept telling me.”

“I guess he isn’t coming. It’s okay though, we said our goodbyes last night.”

“Aww and I was so looking forward to seeing him, he sounds like a nice guy.” You giggled, “Yeah he is.”

There was a knock on the door and your aunt offered to open it. You stayed down and twiddle a bit with your clothes, it was a nervous habit of yours. You wondered if Matthew will really come before you leave.

A shrill scream made you shoot up from your seat. You immediate reaction was to run up to her and check the cause of the scream. You let out your own gasp when you seen who it was.

“Sorry, we’re late. Matt here slept in,” a certain brunette pointed at his brother with a slight smirk on his face. “He kept on crying about how he’ll never see—“ Matthew hit Alfred with his elbow. “What, I’m just saying the truth.

“Mattie, Al, I’m so glad you came.” From between the two brother’s legs, Kuma nudged you. Your aunt had a shocked expression in her face when you had ruffled his head. “And Kuma too. You guys are the best.”

“Um…(Name).” You turned to Matthew as soon as you heard him call your name. “Good luck…”

You grinned, “Yeah, I will Mattie.”

Suddenly a loud long honk made all of you turn your heads. There in the pavement was the familiar picture of your dad in his car. Looks like the little reunion needs to be cut short.

Your father got out from his car, it’s been a full month and a half since you had really seen him. You couldn’t help but give him a tight hug. He gave you a kiss on the cheek. “How’ve you been?”

“I’m fine, really.”

Your father’s eyes caught sight of Alfred, Matthew and Kuma. “Care to tell me who these boys are,” he said in a scary stern voice. Knowing your father, he probably sees the two guys as troublemakers.

“Oh, this is Alfred,” you motioned to Alfred, who gave a sly smile at your father. “And this is Al’s brother, Matthew,” you waved your hand to Matthew, who your dad scowled at. Matthew just scowled back. “And the cute little bear is Kuma.”

“Interesting,” your father raised at the word ‘brother’, “Are you sure these two are brothers. I don’t see it.”

Alfred looked like he was going to hit your dad or something, which he would most probably do. You got between the brothers and your dad. “They are, dad, you just don’t see it. Can you carry my things to the trunk?”

“Magic words, (Nickname), magic words.”

You huffed, “Please, daddy dearest.”

Alfred and Matthew were the ones to bring all your luggage to the car. Alfred whined about that, Matthew probably did that to receive brownie points from your dad.

“I’ll miss you Kuma,” you knelt down and hugged the young bear’s neck. It replied with a whining sound and nudging your neck. You were sure you’re going to miss the guy, he’s been the closest thing to a pet. It’s going to be hard to forget about him.

“You too, Al. I don’t know another person who can bash a skull better than you,” you giggled and playfully punched his arm. You could feel your dad worry about him. Alfred flashed a half smile at you.

“I miss you the most, Mattie.” You couldn’t help but feel shy when saying that. You looked up to him with sad eyes. “I wish I had more time to spend with you.”

“Will you come visit me some time?”

You smiled, “Yeah, I’ll definitely come back. I promise.” Your heart was beating out of your chest again. Damn hormones. You shut your eyes, pursed your lips and craned your neck in an attempt to kiss him, but due to the large height difference you only came up to his chin.

He smirked. A sharp yelp left your throat as an arm scooped you off the ground and lifted you up, much like the first time you met him. He wrapped an arm around your thighs and the other at your waist. The new position brought you higher, your chin touching his nose. Bringing your lips down, you kissed him. Your lips melded together in a smooth way, like you were made for each other. You placed your hand to both sides of his face, lessening the distance between the two of you…

*HONK*

Oh dad.

You pulled, away the color of tomatoes seizing your cheeks. “Yeah, I should go. Dad owns a shot gun. A licensed one too.”

Matthew set you down.

“Hey, what about me?” Alfred butted in. “What do I get?” You laughed and pinched his cheek, “Nice try lover boy, go find your own girl.”

*HONK*

“Coming dad,” you shouted. “Geez, so impatient.”

You sat on the passenger’s seat. Popping your head out of the window, you waved them goodbye.

The last thing you saw were the retreating figures of your loved ones.

You were going to come back as soon as you can. It was a good thing it’s not going to be a really long wait.

-----

It’s amazing how one person can change one’s life. Matthew felt that. He had counted how many days (Name) wasn’t where with her bubbly smile and goofy actions. A total of twelve days since she left.

He missed the way she would yell out, “Kuma” or “Mattie.” Surprisingly, he had grown accustomed to the stupid nickname, even as far as responding to it and actually liking it. Alfred had teased him about it.

There was the absence of happiness in his life. The only thing that reminded him of (Name) was the cub that have grown to a young bear. He proved his point wherein naming things would give you a sort of attachment to it. In the end, he couldn’t let go of the bear. He would let Kuma go to the forest but Kuma would just come back. The cabin was his home.

He groaned as he pressed his head on the pillow. It was a good time for a day off. Snow was falling, bringing in more silence.

She was the only one who made the effort, the only person who stayed with him even when he had known about him. She never judged anybody by what they look like or what people say. She was different, unique, one of a kind. If it was up to him, he would have convinced her more to stay. But he didn’t want that, (Name) had great potential to go places but if she stayed with him, those dreams wouldn’t come true.

He missed her.

Impatient knocks rasped through the doors, Matthew groaned again and hesitantly got up from his pillow. Who could it be?

“Mattie!” a slightly muffled voice said from the other side.

He must have been hearing it, but was that (Name)? No, must be Alfred teasing him again. If it was Alfred, Matthew would not hesitate to punch him silly.

Matthew reached for the handle and twisted it.

“Mattie!” the visitor jumped on him, wrapping her arms around his chest. Then familiar warmth crept up to him. Looking down it was her, it was (Name.)

“How have you been, did ya miss me.” (Name) flashed a smile.

“What are you doing here?  I thought that you went home.”

“I did, and came back here for college.”

“College?”

She nodded, “Yeah, didn’t I tell you. I’ll be studying veterinary here in Canada. I’ll be staying at my aunt so I can visit you anytime.”

-----

You watched as Matthew put on a confused face.

“You mean to say. You said goodbye for nothing. All that stupid drama for nothing.”

You nodded and placed your hands behind your back. “Yup, I wanted to surprise you and Al.”

He smirked, “I bet Al rubbed off his stupid in you.”

You stuck out your tongue. “Well, if I didn’t trick you, then you probably won’t say anything.”

“Pretty clever, (Name). Pretty clever.”

Now Matthew was the one hugging you. “Let’s say we continue where we left off.”

“Let’s.”

You were just happy to be back. Now you definitely have time to spend with him.

Much, much, more time with him.

-----Extended Ending-----

Your vision was blocked off with the thick cloth of the blindfold. You wondered what Matthew will pull out for your 3rd year anniversary. In the first year of the anniversary, he had taken you to a romantic yacht ride with the help of Alfred of course, the second year he had the most adventurous time while climbing one of the mountains, you saw the most amazing ice caps you have seen.

Now you wonder what he’ll do this year, you hoped it was something safe and something that won’t be the cause of your mother’s heart attack.

His hands were firmly pressed on your shoulders, you trusted him enough with your life.

You kept on walking the way Matthew guided you through. You could guess it was the forest seeing that your feet bumped into almost everything.

“Where are we going?”

“Just keep walking.”

After a few more paces, Matthew finally stopped you.

The blindfold was taken off. Your eyes adjust with the sudden brightness before you could see anything recognizable.

It was the woods, the place where you had met him.

“Mattie, what are we doing here?”

But instead of answering your question in a simple manner, he wrapped his arms around your waist and propped you on his shoulders. He shifted his arm and wrapped them around your thighs to secure your position.

Did he want you to climb the tree or something? “Look for a small pouch, I tied it in one of the branches.”

After searching through the tree, you found what he was talking about. There hanging on one of the branches was a small pink pouch tied with a thin string. “I got it.”

He placed you on the ground, boots crunching the snow underneath. Matthew said nothing and turned away, a pink tint on his face maybe it was the cold. Curiously, you opened the pouch and found a ball of fluffy cotton, the color reminded you of Kuma. Kuma, the bear finally got the courage to move away and start his own family, he comes to visit so often these days.

The ball of cotton felt weird to the touch, as if there was something inside. You dug your thumb on the ball and proceeded to separate the fibers. A glint within the ball made your heart skip, uncontrollably. There was a ring inside, a silver ring with an amethyst stone attached.

“I don’t know how to say this…but,” Matthew took in air, audibly. “(Name) after 3 years in this relationship, do you like to take it to another level.”

You were at a loss for words, your mind couldn’t believe it all. Is he…is he…

“(Name) will you marry me?” he said shyly.

You squealed, trashing your feet on the ground, “Heck yes! I will, I definitely will.”

“Great,” he smiled. It wasn’t a smirk or a half smile or a crooked grin. It was a genuine smile.

You threw yourself at him and kissed him repeatedly.

Best anniversary gift ever.

~END~
Phew, Finally done. I really wanted it to be short with like 2 or 3 chapters in total. I hoped you guys liked it as much as I do.

As you can see, I didn't use the words "I love you" 'cause I want to be different with this one. Also with the proposal, kneeling on one knee and opening a small box is really sweet but it's a bit cliche/
 
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You could see him, even though no one else could. You know what he's been through, but all the credit is given to Britain. He's your hero, but his brother is already self proclaimed. His own mother nations can't see him even after all he's done for them. America will waltz in and suddenly he's proclaimed the hero, only because he became fed up with the Germany, not because he was going to support his mother country.

His own brother has tried to take him over, more than once. The fear never left his mind. Russia had owned a part of him at one time, now his brother does. He can't even call it part of him anymore. Another part of him wants to leave for the part is fed up with having their rights taken away, till this day that part still wants leave.

His land is the second largest in the world, but still is never recognized. The only time people usually see him is when they need his resources, his soldiers. Being as kind as he is, he always gave into helping.

"Hey Matthew." You whispered as you sat beside the quiet Canadian nation.

"H-Hi." He greeted still starring at the wall in front of him.

"Matthew, you've been through so much. You need to stop thinking about the past." You stated looking down at your lap.

"T-They can't even see me." He sobbed hugging his polar bear closer to him.

"I know Matthew, I don't know why." You sadly smiled.

"I-I have done so much for them." Matthew cried, tears falling down his cheeks.

"Matthew I know you-"

"You don't understand! I have fought so many battles, I am the reason Vimy Ridge wasn't taken over!" He sobbed, you could feel the tears starting to fall from your eyes as you looked at the broken Canadian.

1812- A War Fought.

At the time Matthew was still becoming a nation, a great nation later called Canada. There were no provinces at this point, only Upper and Lower Canada and the remaining Native tribes. Arthur has yet cut Matthew out of the picture yet, at the time Arthur was fighting against Francis' Napoleonic Empire.

To fight off Francis' empire, Arthur began to take Alfred over seas to help him fight. Alfred saw this as kidnapping and tried to stop it, but it didn't work. Alfred became mad at the fact that Arthur was using him to fight.

Alfred had tried Manifest Destiny before, a concept he made up. Alfred tried taking over his brother's land, thus started the War of 1812. Arthur felt this as a personal attack for Matthew was still a part of him. The Brit started to attack the Atlantic coast of America, while Alfred also was attacking his brother on the border and in the Great Lakes.

In retaliation Matthew burned down one of the most famous symbols Alfred kept dear to his heart. The White House.

Neither side won or lost in this, but Alfred always proclaims he won, for he is the hero.
________________________________________________________________________

"H-He's still never really forgiven me for burning down the white house." Matthew stuttered.

"He tried taking your country over, I understand your reasoning." You smiled rubbing the Canadian's sweater clad back.

"My French side and English side never got along, still don't." He sighed hugging Kumajiro closer to him.

"That's understandable." You reasoned.

"Confederation was the hardest and the most rewarding thing in my life time as a country. That's when I became me, that's my birthday" Matthew smiled recalling the memory.


Some Time Before 1867

Alfred had now stopped trading with his brother Matthew, the nation was now left to stand by it's self in the trade sense. As well the American nation was trying Manifest Destiny again. With only four colonies to Matthew's name he was at a loss for what to do, he tried reasoning with the colonies. Except Quebec and Ontario were sworn enemies, it reminded Matthew much like France and England.

He finally got the two provinces to agree, for like Matthew himself were scared of Alfred taking over. Matthew had to set up and attend many conferences, which finally led to a conference in London.

On one faithful day, July 1st, 1867. Matthew became Canada, he became a nation. The four colonies Ontario, Quebec, New Brunswick and Nova Scotia became one. Matthew might have physically became a nation that day, but it wouldn't be until Vimy Ridge were he would be recognized as a nation.
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"See Matthew, you have tons of good memories too." You smiled kissing his cheek, causing a blush to appear on the Canadian's cheek.

"W-Well, I d-did meet you." He smiled, kissing your head.

"See, another good memory." You pointed out, the Canadian grabbed one of your hands and held it tightly.

"B-But they still can't see me." He softly said starring into your eyes.

"I know, everyone over looks your victories. But I still remember them, deep down Arthur thanks you. Francis definitely appreciates it, he did build a monument for you." You smiled kissing one of the Canadian's tears away.

"D-Did I ever tell you how I got glasses?" He asked.

"No, I thought you've had them ever since you were little?" You questioned confused.

"I wish, it all started back in 1915." He told you.

April 22nd, 1915; Canada Meets Gas

Matthew was leading his first division in the Battle of Ypres in Belgium. To Matthew's left two French divisions held their ground as they waited to move forward. Sadly this battle wouldn't be one of the victories Francis, Matthew and Arthur were wanting.

Ludwig had one of his many scientists develop the first ever gas, which would be used in the first ever chemical warfare attack. Matthew was waiting quietly with his division, his bright purple eyes glancing across No Man's Land.

That's when it came, a cloud of lethal toxins. The gas had driven the French away, leaving only the Canadians. Matthew held his ground, his troops supporting his moves. Sadly many of his soldiers died, but since Matthew wasn't mortal, he couldn't die. Instead the gas had caused him to lose some of his vision.

Even though Matthew's vision wasn't good anymore, he led his remaining troops to attack the advancing nation Ludwig represented. Matthew fought them off with success, and became known for his bravery and his nation became known as a fighting force.
________________________________________________________________________

"T-That's how I-I got my glasses." Matthew muttered, you just starred at the Canadian.

"M-Matthew, that is incredible, you're so brave." You gasped.

"S-Still no one can see me." He cried again, you hugged his side trying to comfort him.

"I remember when you told me the story of Vimy Ridge. You were a huge hero then." You stated holding the Canadian's hand tightly.

"I-I guess." Matthew blushed.
"You were, you're my hero." You sighed catching the Canadian's lips in a sweet kiss,

Vimy Ridge; A Nation, Becomes a Country

This battle would help Matthew step out of Arthur's shadow. One of Matthew's greatest Generals (Arthur Currie), and one of his very close friends helped Matthew lead four divisions to victory. Ludwig was still trying to take France over and end the war for good, but Matthew and General Currie had other ideas.

Using reconnaissance Matthew trained his soldiers to know where every trench, and alleyman lied. Everyman new the plan in case of accidents. Ludwig never expected the attack.

Matthew and Currie led all four Canadian divisions through sleet, during a pitch black night on Easter to the enemy's side. Ludwig was surprised along with his other soldiers, they tried fending off the Canadians but Matthew wasn't going to leave without a fight.  

The battle lasted a few days, but Matthew finally captured Vimy Ridge from Ludwig's control. This battle would go down in history for the birth of a nation. Many gave up their lives to win this battle, no one wanted a repeat of the Battle of Somme. Matthew showed true bravery and determination in this battle, giving himself national pride.

As a tribute to Matthew's bravery, Francis built a monument right of the battle field that would commemorate not only Matthew but all his brave soldiers who lost their lives.

That day Matthew became known as a great nation.
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"Matthew you're so brave you just can't see it." You cried into his sweater.

"T-Those were the old days, ____." He sighed putting his bear on the ground and hugging you close to him.

"Matthew! You are a strong, brave, amazing nation." You sobbed. "You are my hero."

"R-Really?" He asked.

"Of course, you have saved me from so much. Matthew I love you." You smiled looking up at the handsome Canadian with tear filled eyes.

"B-But all the other-"

"Are jealous they aren't all like you." You stated.

"Je t'aime." Matthew smiled, tears of happiness filling his eyes.

He's been through hardships, tribulations, wars, battles, and being abandoned. He has had wars with his brother, but even that hasn't stopped you from loving the Canadian.

"_-___?" Matthew stuttered.

"Yeah?" You smiled as he wiped some of your tears away.

"W-Will you marry me?" He blushed holding you closer to him.

"Of course! You're my hero, my nation, my only love." You cried jumping onto the Canadian and kissing him. Once you two pulled away he pulled out a gold ring with a ruby embedded maple leaf on top. He slid the ring onto your finger and gingerly kissing you again.

Francis and Arthur may not see him. Alfred may be the only hero. No one may know who he truly is. It indeed bothers him, but if he has you, he doesn't care. He thinks you're his most precious maple leaf, and would do anything for you.

The two of you fell asleep in each other's arms, you had fallen asleep first. Matthew looked down at your angelic sleeping figure. He leaned down and kissed you on the forehead.

"You're my most precious maple leaf, I am so glad I have you." He whispered as he fell asleep with you in his arms.
I was sitting in History class today, and became enraged that my country has done so much but is hardly ever recognized much like Canada in the anime. So therefore this story came into my mind. Yes I realize some of the facts are tweaked a little, that was to fit the story just a bit better. May or may not do this kind of story with the other nations, let me know if you'd like to see more like this.

I do not own Hetalia or its characters. I do not own the preview picture here is the link to the artist: [link]
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As the next song came on the conference room speakers, you wanted to die. (song link in description! )

"AMERICA DOOOOOOOON'T" You squealed, trying to wrench your arms free from the rope that bound your hands. America, as well as everyone else in the room, gave rather confused/blushing faces as they stared up at the VERY HOT picture on the screen.

"Who's that?" A few people asked, including the American who was leaning dangerously close to your ear. You shot him a cold glare.

"Its Canada you dumb ass!" You wanted to scream... one, America had forgotten his brother AGAIN! and two, The picture on the screen was the one of your longtime crush, Canada.

"Oh dear lord _________! My own brother really!?" America turned away from the screen a little. You really couldn't blame him... This was just... well, personally you had to admit it was one of your best pictures but... This wasn't the time and place to gloat about your work... Canada was turned slightly away from the screen, shirtless ( in all his glory, I might add) His hands down the front of his denim jeans, which were clearly unbuttoned and un-zipped, flopping off to the side. Your fingers itched to grab America's throat....

"America, please you didn't find that thumb-drive in the back of-"

"The back of your drawing notebook? Oh yea, I uploaded those pic's first then went onto the drawing notebook. I didn't actually have time to look through those..." He trailed off, pressing the button on the remote again. You thrashed violently in your/America's chair (you were still kinda semi straddling him.) The embarrassment washed over you in buckets as the next picture showed another shirtless Canada, his fingers glistened with Maple syrup which formed a slightly gloppy trail of syrup from his fingers to his mouth, where he was smirking, giving the viewers a wink.

"YOU IDIOT!! Those were my...uh...Special collection pictures!" You shouted kicking him slightly on the knee.

"You have a special collection of naughty drawings YOU drew...of my brother?" Death never sounded so sweet. You blushed, what Spain would compare to be the color of a Tomato and looked away. America chuckled slightly before clicking to the next picture...
"OH! FOR THE LOVE OF MAPLE..." You averted your eyes from the screen as another picture of Canada, who was Butt naked, except for a Canadian flag which was thrown messily around him, almost purposefully only hiding his 'area' showing as much skin as possible. America laughed so hard, you could've sworn he would pass out. Despair silently washed over you. You had over a 100 pictures of Canada on that thumb-drive and if America was going to show all of them all... There was no possible way you could apologize to the Canadian. Scratch that, there was no possible way you could show your face to him NOW, much less ever speak to him from the shame and humiliation if he saw all those other pictures... You suddenly felt like a kid again.

When You, America, Canada were really little, you'd play together all the time. America would tease you all the time about you drawing, saying how stupid they were, or how art was a waste of time. He would constantly tease you until you started to cry, and even then, he would continue to taunt you until you were balling your eyes out. The only time you'd ever seen Canada get really mad was when America teased you till you were balling your eyes out. Then he would go into what you would call 'Hockey Mode'. He would first shout at America, push him down in the dirt, kick him in his privates, and then grab your notebook before going back to you and trying to stem your tears. You always thought of Canada as more of a hero than America could ever be because of that. He turned like that when he was playing actual hockey too, hence the name 'Hockey Mode' You distinctly recall wondering as a child whether he went into 'hockey mode' for anything else other than that...

- end Le flashback -

...You felt exactly as you did when America would tease you when you were little... Ashamed, sad, helpless, and now add humiliation and the disappointment of knowing Canada would probably never, ever even consider you with anything other than distaste now. To be expected, you started to cry. You looked down at your feet, as the shame burned down your cheeks.

"America, your such an ass..." You whispered quietly, a small sob tearing at your throat. You suddenly felt a whoosh of air next to you, and before you knew it, you were yanked out of the American's lap. You looked up to see Canada snatch the remote out of America's grasp and thrown to the floor, where it effectively exploded at the force at which it was thrown. The screen fazed out, scrambling the picture till all that was left was snow. America sat up quickly,

"What's your problem!?" The look on Canada's face was something far beyond fury, as he gave America a threatening glare.

"You went WAY to far this time America." You could hear the menace in his voice, could most DEFINITELY hear he was in 'Hockey Mode' but America clearly heard nothing out of the ordinary, as He grinned wickedly,

"You mad, bro?" Before anything else could be said or done, Canada punched the American square in the jaw, breaking his glasses, and sending him out cold to fall back into his chair. You had still been crying, but were looking up at Canada with Shock in your face. Did he come here to rescue you? Or stop America from sharing any more of your pictures... did he... hate you now...? You barely registered the fact that you were being dragged out of the conference room by Canada. Tears kept slipping out your eyes no matter how hard you willed them to stop. Why did you have to draw those pics...

You suddenly realized you were in the middle of a large park, surrounded by Bright orange tree's which seemed to burn brighter at the setting sun, which was reflected in the pond across the pathway

" C-canada..." You cursed yourself mentally when your voice broke mid-sentence. He stopped walking finally, and sighed, slumping his shoulders as if he was depressed or something. It made your heart clench in your chest.

"I-I... am s-so... s-s-s-sorry! Canada..." You sobbed out your apology, not really caring how pathetic you had sounded , before pulling your still tied pair of hands up to rub your leaking eyes.

"H-hey! I-I did not just punch my brother j-just so you c-could start crying again!" Canada said in his regular meek voice.

"I can't help it... I am so s-sorry Canada! I can't... If t-there's anything I could e-ever do to repay you..." You began but were cut off when Canada trapped you in a hug. He was rather tall, so your face stuck into his chest. He smelled sweet, like maple syrup. Before you could really enjoy the way he smelled, he mumbled into your hair.

"I can think of more than a couple ways you can make it up to me..." He whispered in your ear, making you shiver.

"Y-you don't hate me?" You asked quietly, starting to hug him back. He was a little taken aback you thought that.

" I-I could never hate you! I- l-l-l-love y-y-you!" Canada blushed the shades of red, that would have perfectly matched his Flag. Your tears stopped immediately and you looked up at the tall Canadian, who had just said those three special little words that you had wanted to hear him say since the first time he rescued you from America.

"You aren't pulling my leg are you? You aren't just gonna pull an America on me and go 'Just kidding!'" You pulled away from him, thinking this was way too good to be true. Canada seemed to get a little annoyed at that, pulled you closer, he wraps his arms around your waist.

"Do I really h-have to say this to you too? I'm Canada..." Before you could even think about how bold he was being, He leaned forward slightly, placing his lips on yours. Immediately, you responded to the kiss. You couldn't really believe this was happening, your childhood friend you had loved since forever was kissing you. And you were kissing back. HOLY NUTBURGERS! The kiss became more passionate and deep as you wrapped your arms around his neck, breaking the kiss so you could get your bound hands around his head.  He bent down further and kiss you harder. When you had to break for air, you buried your face in his chest.

"I love you too Canada..." You whispered, your voice was slightly muffled since your face was in his chest.

" I-if you can remember my name... please call me Mathew." You smiled up at him. He was blushing like a maniac, which you thought only made him THAT much more cute!

"Alright then...Mathew." If it was even possible, his blush deepened. You giggled and stood on our tiptoes, trying to steal another kiss. He was way too tall though, so you missed, and ended up kissing his chin. It was his turn to giggle and you pouted. Mathew leaned down again, and you jumped into another kiss. It was going so well, until you ran your fingers through his hair, brushing his curl, and he moaned lightly. Before you could even react, some kids yelled at you,

"Get a room!" You and Mathew both broke the kiss before looking up at the kid, then back at each other.

"That...doesn't sound like a bad idea...." You grabbed the blushing Canadian's hand, immediately heading to his house.

Before either of you knew it, you had Canada in his house, pinned against the front door, your hands untied and kissing him with a passion. Your tongues danced with each other, and you were running your hands through his hair. All of a sudden, Canada had twirled you both around, so you were pressed up against the door. He ran his hands behind you, squeezing your ass roughly. You wondered where this was coming from, but then you realized you had your fingers tangled in the curl on his head. You smiled slyly and pulled the curl slightly, only to have Canada lift you off the floor, wrapping your legs around his waist. He began to trail kisses down your jaw, to your neck, not leaving an inch of skin unsatisfied. You moaned loudly, tugging on his curl more when he found your sweet spot. You were only semi conscious of the fact that Canada had slipped his hands down the back of your pants and was kneading your ass. You tugged harder on his curl, rubbing the tip, then going back down to the base, then back to the tip. He moaned loudly into your neck, sucking harder on that one spot. It was almost too much when he started to buck you up against the door, you grinded against that bulge in his pants, wanting nothing more than that pleasurable friction.

"Canada!" You cried out his name as he pressed you further into the door, bucking like a maniac.

"Holy maple...Say my name~" He groaned as you kept pleasuring his curl, wanting nothing more than to already be off with cloths and up in his bedroom doing the 'dirty deed'. Canada turned

Your moans reverberated through the empty house as you both stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom, tossing off as many cloths as you both could. When you reached his both reached his bedroom, you were both how you wanted it to be. Naked, locking lips, battling tongues, hands roaming everywhere, on his bed.

"C-cana-"

"S-say my name! My human name! Please!" He was practically begging you, and you couldn't help but whimper a bit when he began to rake his nails up your womanhood,

"M-Mathew! ~" You moaned in ecstasy when he pressed his for fingers against your clit, at the same time playing with your breast with his other hand. You were practically screaming from pleasure when he decided to slowly move his finger into your dripping core. He added more, a second and a third, letting you adjust to his fingers. You reached up and tugged his curl roughly, pulling his head down slightly, and with one quick motion he was suddenly thrusting his finger in and out of you, and you couldn't help but reach out with your other hand and rub his member up and down with the same amount of force he was pumping his finger in and out of you with.

"Ma-maple!" Mathew moaned and you felt that wonderful feeling started to build up in your lower abdomen as Mathew started to rub your clit with his thumb, yet still managed to keep up the thrusting of his fingers. His head bent down and he swirled his tongue around your nipple before encasing it in his hot mouth. All you could do was moan out his moan in lustful cries. When that tightening in your lower abdomen felt like it would burst, you cried,

"M-Mathew!! I-I'm gonna... uh~" You groaned in dis-content when he suddenly pulled his fingers out, and you did the same with his throbbing member and curl. You both looked at each other, coming down from your pleasure high slowly, as Mathew positioned himself over you. He looked at you for permission, and suddenly feeling rather timid, nodded shyly. He slowly began to slide into you, mentally groaning as he felt your tight walls clamp around his throbbing member.

"H-holy maple..." He whimpered a bit from the pleasure. You bit your bottom lip at the pain that suddenly coursed through you, small tears edging at your eyes. Mathew bent down to kiss away the tears that edged there way down your face. As quick as it came, the pain was gone, and the pleasure that overcame you was a hundred times better than anything you had ever felt before.

"Matty!! O-oh maple syrup please start~" You begged him, bucking your hips up slightly.

"A-are you... Nnnnh~ sure?" He questioned, not wanting to hurt you in the slightest. In answer, you reached up and pulled his curl with such force, he was practically forced to thrust forward.


" Please~ Fuck me hard!!" You demand yanking his curl again. He didn't question you again and did as you demanded. He thrust forward, almost immediately hitting your G-spot making you scream out his name at the pleasure. His hands placed on your hips, his member hit your G-spot almost every time. You were both panting and moaning, Mathew's thrusts getting erratic; you both knew you were close to the end.

"Mathew!! Ahnn~ I'm gunna...." You screamed as he hit your G-spot one last time and you came. Mathew lost it too when he felt your tight walls clamp even further around his member, and he came shortly after you.

You both collapsed and stayed there like that, him still inside you, not really having enough energy to do anything else but wrap his arms around you.

"Je t'aime..." He whispered, kissing you one last time before passing out. You smiled, placing a small kiss on the side of his face.

"I love you too, Mathew." You whispered tiredly before following suit and passing out as well. You both slept peacefully that entire night.

-le time skips to morning-

America banged on his brothers bedroom door, having full intentions to apologize, and when he suddenly just decided to barge in, the sight he saw scarred him for life. Mathew threw a pillow at him as you screamed, trying to cover yourself. America hurriedly shut the door and grinned to himself, knowing he no longer owed and apology to either of you. After all, he was the reason you were now engaged to a handsome Canadian. You always said he was a better hero than America anyway
:iconhetaliadrabbles: :iconsaysplz: *koff koff* I died writing this *Koff koff* ... We all knew Canada had a little bit of that french frog in him... I am insanely proud of this one so yea :) Heres the song BTW [link]
:iconfrenchsquealplz: :iconsaysplz: I raised him well, no? OHOHOHOHON~~
:iconcanadaukeplz: :iconsaysplz: *Dies* w-w-why me?
:iconhetaliadrabbles: :iconsaysplz: Sorry if he's a little OOC, It was a bit hard to write him :icontongueblush: I'll be writing about the sexiness that is Japan
:iconstartledjapanplz: :iconsaysplz: :iconimhorrifiedplz:

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It was just another day at the pet shop, and there you were sitting in front of the mirror. 'A cat? Seriously?' You thought, peeved at the fact. You had just got done visiting Greece and awoke to Arthur mumbling something with you in his arms to Heracles. Turns out, as usual, his magic backfired and left you in a feline state.

That was two weeks ago and you've still yet to turn human again, or find an owner. You stared at your feline self, wondering where you messed up so badly that karma came back and bit you this hard. Being too drawn into your own appearance and thoughts, you failed to notice when Heracles was showing off the other felines to the male that entered.

You just walked back and forth, scanning yourself as though to remind yourself that this cruel fate was real, like a model on a cat walk. Your [h/c] fur shined fruitfully in the light, making you wonder where the white on the tips of your ears came from. Furthermore, while you weren't a fat cat, your fur was longer than usual and you were fluffy. Almost like a Pomeranian dog.

It was when Heracles picked you up that you were snapped out of your trance. He held you lovingly, making you meow contently as your [e/c] eyes gazed up to him in question. He only responded by petting your head lightly, forcing an almost inaudible purr to erupt.

"This is our final cat." Heracles stated, informing the blond male across from him. Yeah, you were always introduced last because Heracles knew what happened. "Her name is _______. She's a kind one, very independent yet loving all the same. She likes to cuddle and play, and her favorite food is [food name]."

"Hah! Dude, she's so cute!" The loud male yelled, snatching you out of Heracles's arms. You wriggled and panicked slightly, but to your utter surprise his grip on you was loose. It wasn't as tight as you expected it to be.

You meowed and looked up to get a better view at who exactly it was that was holding you. When your [e/c] eyes met his light blue ones, you knew it was that obnoxious American. Alfred F Jones. Your ears flicked back and you were about to hiss at him, but he interrupted by asking the Greek male a question.

"Do you think she'd like maple syrup? Mattie's obsessed with it, and since I'm getting her for him, I gotta know that, dude." Alfred stated, holding you up to eye-level with him.

Heracles was wary of saying anything. Hell, he didn't even like the way the American snatched you away from him, but he had to deal with it. He happened to know about the little crush you harbored on the Canadian, so in his mind he was smirking.

"I know she loves maple syrup." Heracles stated, making you look back at him with wide eyes. Was he really going to let you get taken away by your own crush? This was definitely the last time you trusted him with a secret.

"Great, dude! Let's sign her over, bro!"

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There was one thing you never knew about Alfred; he happened to like jazz and disco music. The radio was blasting "Double Dutch Bus" by Frankie Smith, and his strange voice was surprisingly soothing as you stood on the edge of the seat to look out the window.

"Okay, dude, like, here's what's going to happen. We're going to go to Mattie's and I'm going to doll you up in this totally rad ribbon I got. Then we're going to wait for him to come home and see you, okay?" Alfred asked, looking over to you as though he expected a response from a cat.

Your ears flicked back and you hissed at the American, not liking the idea of a ribbon at all. He only chuckled loudly at you and returned his gaze to the streets in front of him. While he was indeed focused on the road, his mind seemed to be in other places. A sad smile crossed his face.

"You know, you remind me a lot of [country]." He said, a sarcastic laugh coming from him. This caused you to sit in the seat and lick your paw nonchalantly. Of course you would remind him of yourself.

"She never did like me much. See, her and Mattie are really close friends. She never liked me because she thought Mattie couldn't get out of my shadow. She blamed his invisibility on me." He stated, his voice holding years of sadness in them.

Your [e/c] eyes widened as you looked at him, tears lining his blue eyes. "It's not my fault, though. I try to get him more noticed, but it only ends up with more people hating my guts. I love my little brother, dude. He's awesome." Alfred said as he turned a corner, growing closer to his destination.

"_________ needs to come out of hiding. Mattie's so depressed without her.. He hasn't been eating lately and it kills me to see my little bro that way." Before you knew it, he was parked in the Canadian's empty driveway. "That's where you come in, little dudette."

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You meowed begrudgingly, batting viciously at the ribbon on your head. It was a red and white ribbon, and somehow the dense American figured out a way to make the bow shaped like a Maple Leaf. You [e/c] eyes narrowed as you gave another vain attempt to take the stupid thing off of your head.

Alfred walked into the kitchen with a two little bowls; one filled with tuna and the other filled with warm milk. As much as you hated the American for putting this idiotic bow on your kitten head, you loved the idea of the warm milk.

However, just as soon as you dipped your head down to drink said milk, the ever-forgotten Canadian burst through the door like TNT. His eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were nice and red. Kumajiro came through the door moments later and shut it for the upset man. Surprisingly, the bear wasn't asking Matthew who he was; instead, he was comforting his owner.

"Canada, I'm sure we'll find Miss ________." Kumajiro said softly to his owner. Your ears perked up and you meowed, trying to gather their attention.

"Dude, are you okay?" Alfred asked, rushing forward and placing a concerned hand on his brother's shoulder. "Still nothing?"

The Canadian shook his head before a look of utter confusion crossed his usually gentle features. "W-What are you doing here, America?"

The man let out his signature, boisterous laughter before pointing to you on the floor in front of the coffee table. "Gotcha a little girl. I can't stand to see you so mopey, so hopefully this little dudette can shine even a little light in your heart." Al said honestly.

The Canadian's violet eyes watered as he looked to your kitten form. "She reminds me of ________." You meowed and the shy man wasted no time in picking your little form up to evaluate your feline self.

"Her name is _________. I didn't think of asking Greece why, but I have a feeling it's because he's upset about her disappearance, too. I'm not sure, though. That guy is hard to read." He said, furrowing his brow in thought.

Matthew scoffed, setting you back down to your food and drink bowls. "You couldn't read me, and I'm the closest one to you."

"Sheesh, dude!" Alfred said, placing a hand over his heart and feigning a mock hurt. "Snappy!"

Matthew couldn't help but chuckle slightly at this and crouched down to you. Your head dipped down to lap up your milk and he rubbed your back soothingly, causing you to purr loudly.

"Dude! She likes you!" Alfred said, literally jumping over the couch and landing in front of you two. You hissed and jumped behind Matthew,clinging to his pants leg.

The man you were clinging to scoffed again and rolled his eyes, reaching around to pick you up before replying to his brother. "Yeah, she might like me more than you. You scare her, apparently." You nuzzled to his chest and hissed at the American, drawing a cute chuckle from the man holding you.

Alfred shook his head violently, his cowlick somehow managing to stay in place. That was something you never quite understood. "No, dude, I mean the country! [Country Name]! Dude, the one missing likes you!"

If you were human at that point, your face would be burning a bright shade of red. You hissed at him again in a vain attempt to draw the conversation away from that subject.

"How would you know, Alfred? She never really liked you much. Are you saying you're in contact with a girl who doesn't like you?" He questioned, trying to seem accusing though he was obviously flustered.

"Dude! I thought I was blind!" The American said. "She totally digs you, bro! Haven't you noticed how she only stutters around you?! Or the fact that she beat the crap out of anyone who forgets you with her around?!" He proclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air like he just had a divine revelation shown to him.

Matthew's face grew solemn and he shook his head, using an absent-minded hand to pet your now quivering form. You really didn't like how obvious it sounded.

"If she liked me then why would she leave?" He asked, using his hair to shade his watering eyes. Al stepped over the two bowls and rubbed his brother's back soothingly.

You were kind of shocked by this display. From the way America acted at the meetings, you never would have guessed that he held this much brotherly love for the Canadian you happened to have the worlds most massive crush on. You looked up to the long-haired blond and meowed before stretching up to lick his cheek. In your own kitten way, you were trying to comfort him.

"I miss her so much, Al.." Matthew choked out, holding onto you as though you were a lifeline. "You don't realize how much I love her.. I-If ________.... If ________ were to ever leave, I don't know how I would make it.. She stole my heart and without it, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed in the mornings...I just.."

Matthew was reduced to tears. The salty little drops fell from his beautiful violet eyes and landed on your fur. You gave a kitten sneeze when one landed on your nose. You meowed sadly and stretched up again, planting a little kiss on his lips.

Your vision turned black before a loud bang was heard, almost like a gunshot. When you opened your eyes, you saw nothing but smoke and thought someone was in the house and trying to shoot at him. Instinctively, you threw yourself on him and wrapped your arms around him to protect him from anything. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pressed your body close to his.

'Wait.. My arms.. I feel my legs.. I see my hair! I'm back!' You thought happily. Unfortunately, though, you also felt that maple bow wrapped around your neck like a necklace. Thank goodness it loosened when you somehow managed to transform.

Matthew was sent into a coughing fit from the smoke and Alfred was stumbling around the room, shouting about being a hero and finding the shooter or something.

"Al, get off of me!" Matthew cried in the middle of his coughing fits.

You had to hold in your laughter and clung to him tighter. "I'm not on you, dude!" Alfred cried from somewhere across the room.

You placed your delicate hands on his cheeks and pressed your forehead against his. "Mattie~"

Finally the smoke cleared out and to his utter shock, he was met with a very familiar pair of [e/c] eyes. "__-_____?!" He cried, wrapping his arms around you tightly as though you were the last thing holding him to the world. "Wh-Where were you?! Why are you here?"

"Matt? Who's there- Woaaahahaha! Mattie!" Alfred called out, followed by a whistle. "Get some, bro!"

"Wha-" ________ asked, looking over to the American. You blushed violently when you saw his eyes rake over your body hungrily, but Matthew stepped between you and him and blocked his view. He then proceeded to take his baggy shirt off and hand it over to you.

"What's this for?" You asked, not averting your eyes from his well toned chest.

A scarlet blush covered his face. "W-Well.. Your clothes..."

It was then your turn to blush and you hurriedly put on the shirt that was handed to you.

"I'll leave you two alone~" Alfred cooed, opening the door to leave the humble abode. "GET SOME, BRO! Oh, wait, I'll go tell Arthur to lay off the magic for ya. Thank me later, dudes!" He called before slamming the door on his way out.

Your face was burning a bright shad of crimson before you smiled shyly at the Canadian. "I love you too, by the way."

Matthew seemed to get a boost of confidence and wrapped his arms around you before kissing your neck gently. "How about we go back to the room, cherie~"
So. F MY LIFE. I've been grounded for a while... Because I covered for my sister one night, and mom found out, and blah blah blah. Whatever. I'm just happy to let you guys know that I'm back!!
Canada was requested by these people;
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I lost my Scotland and my America ones... Because my mom took my computer away and shut it down without allowing me to save my works, so I have to go in and REDO those. GREEEAAAAT.
On the bright side, I have another one done already! ^~ ^

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"Hey Matthew?" You quietly asked as you softly knocked on his door, and stepping on to the maple hard-wood floor.

"O-Oh h-hey, _____." The quiet Canadian stuttered upon your arrival.

"What's up?" You asked awkwardly standing in the middle of the red and white room, Kumajiro was happily napping in Matthew's lap.

"N-Nothing, j-just thinking." He shyly said looking down at the sleeping bear. "Y-You can sit down. O-Only i-if you want t-to though."

"Well you seemed pretty deep in thought, you can tell me you know right?" You stated placing your hand on his and sitting next  to him, a rosy blush spread across the Canadian's usually pale cheeks.

"T-The other countries didn't notice me at the meeting again." He whispered.

''I'm sorry Mattie." You sadly sad resting your head on the blushing Canadian's shoulder.

"D-Do you want to know something _-_____?" He stuttered again.

"Yeah, sure what?" You asked gazing into his tear filled violet hued eyes.

"I-I h-have often d-dreamed of a place, w-where people will welcome m-me as a n-nation. T-They can even see me, t-they think I am a hero." He confessed.

"Does your country not think you are a hero? I mean your people look up to you. You've done so much for them Mattie you're their hero." You pointed out.

"I-I don't know, I w-want that voice inside of me telling me t-this is where and who I am meant to be. E-Except here I don't get that a lot." He tearfully said.

"Mattie it breaks my heart to see you cry please don't!" You whispered wiping a tear off his cheek. "I know you'll find your way, you've found it before. You can go the distance! Look at you! You're bigger than a lot of the other nations."

"I-I don't k-know I am not that strong." He stated.

"Matthew look at me." You demanded catching the Canadian's gaze. "You are strong, every mile you've been through is worth your while, alright?"

"I-I just want to find a place where I belong _____." He sobbed, jerking his bear awake.

"Who are you?" It asked in it's high-pitched voice gazing up at Matthew.

"I-I am.." Matthew sighed. "See even m-my own b-bear doesn't know who I am."
"Matthew. What's your bear's name?" You asked already knowing his answer.

"I-I don't k-know." He confessed.

"See, you forget his name. He forgets yours I say it's pretty fair.'' You smiled.

"W-What about t-the other countries? W-Why do they a-always forget about me?" He pouted.

"I am not sure, Matthew. If I had an answer I would tell you." You sadly said rubbing small circles on Matthew's back. The Canadian's cheek grew rosy again. "We can try and get you to be noticed?"

"I-I don't know _-____. It's an unknown road." He shyly said.

"But it'll help you find your fate and embrace it!" You exclaimed.

Though the road may wander______, I hope it always leads me to you Matthew blushed.

"I-I guess you're r-right." He flushed.

"Come on, you know I am right.'' You sang resting your head on his sweater clad shoulder.

"Y-Yeah I won't accept d-defeat!" Matthew proclaimed standing up from his bed, causing Kumajiro to fall on the floor. "O-Oh I-I'm s-sorry." Matthew apologized, the bear just ignored him and jumped trying to climb onto the bed.

He made it half way and tried pulling the rest of himself up. You laughed at the cute bear as you grabbed a hold of him and sat him on your lap. The bear immediately found a comfy spot in your lap and tried to fall asleep again.

"Who are you?" It asked again.

"I'm _____." You laughed, giggling over it's cuteness.

"S-Sorry a-again, u-uh bear." Matthew nervously giggled scratching the back of his head..

"Mattie, it'll be an up hill slope trying to prove yourself and get noticed. But I know you won't lose hope." You smiled as Matthew sat beside you again.

"D-Don't worry I can go the distance!" He proclaimed smiling.

"I know you can Mattie! I'll be right alongside you too!" You smiled at the ecstatic Canadian.

"Uh, _-____?" Matthew asked flustered.

"Yeah Mattie?" You replied.

"I, uh, I don't know h-how to t-tell y-you t-this." Matthew nervously stuttered.

"You like me don't you Mattie?" You smirked at the flustered Canadian.

"H-How did y-you know?" Matthew blushed, you picked up Kumajiro and put him on the hockey themed covers. You walked over to Matthew and grabbed his hands in yours and intertwined your fingers.

"I could just tell." You smiled looking into his eyes.

"I-I'm s-sorry, I-I shouldn't h-have said anything." Matthew mumbled.

"N-No, Mattie i-it's okay, I-I like you too." You blushed looking down at your feet.

"D-Do you m-mind if I-''

"I-I don't mind at all." You smiled, you felt someone grab your chin and tilt your head up.

You met a pair of dazzling purple eyes, both your faces inched closer  to each other before you know it you felt a pair of lips against yours. His lips had a faint taste of maple syrup, and you love it. You both shared a sweet chaste kiss before pulling a part.

"Je t'aime ____." He smiled his face redder than a tomato.

"Francis has been teaching you French?" You asked laughing.

"Uh, y-yeah." Matthew smiled.

"Je t'aime aussi Matthew." You said returning the smile. "By the way Matthew?"

"Y-Yeah ____?" He asked.

"You'll always be a hero to me. You'll never be invisible, you'll always find your hero's welcome waiting in my arms." You stated before enveloping the flustered Canadian in your hold. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

"Who are you?" You heard Kumajiro pipe from Matthew's bed.

"He's my Canadian." You smiled kissing his warm cheek.
Tenth in my Disney Hetalia series. I felt so awkward writing this story for the very sole fact that I am Canadian and my brother's name is Matthew -.-, a lot of Canadians I know are actually named Matthew. Anyway, in this story you know that Matthew is a nation and such, my headcannon is that he's always wanted to be a hero like his brother proclaims to be.

I do not own Hetalia or it's characters, I do not own Disney or the videos. I do not own the preview picture or yourself. I do however own the plot.

Go the Distance:

English: [link]

Canadian French(Don't know why we need a dub version of this movie for francophones but apparently we do): [link]

Other Stories:

America: Coming Soon!
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Canada: Coming Soon!
China: Coming Soon!
Denmark: [link]
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WHAT KIND OF A TITLE IS THIS. God, I'm so embarrassed about this story. Uhm, there's a warning of sexual assault… So I put a warning up… I don't know how this happened, but I don't write stories like these… heh heh, I'm sorry…… aklsjdfs, my mom would kill me if she read this… But Enjoy! ^^


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"Vee~! (__f/n__) let's go to the beach today! LET'S GO OUT AND PLAAAAYY!!! " A hyperactive Italian screamed from the front door, jumping up and down on your porch. It was 9 am on a beautiful sunny Saturday, and you were supposed to sleep in today. You mumbled a bunch of profanities as you dragged yourself out of bed to your window.

"Italy!" You snapped, "I'm sleeping! I'm very tired!" You angrily protested, leaning on the window sill for support. "B-But! But Doitsu won't play with me today! And I'm bored!" He wailed upset, pleading with puppy eyes to the second story window.

"Great. Ludwig wants me to babysit you," you mumbled as you stepped away from the window and made your way down the stairs to the front door. "Vee~! We'll have a lot-a fun today!" He laughed as you opened the door, glomping you. You sighed in defeat and stared at him. Feli was wearing nothing but swim shorts and was carrying a styrofoam pasta tube for swimming. His brown hair with the unusual curl sticking out was cute, and that contagious smile radiated into your house, just like the sun when you opened the curtains. He was too damn adorable, and it lightened your mood. You took in a deep breathe of fresh air from outside before stepping back into your house.

"Okay," you started, slightly rejuvenated, "you can go to the kitchen and eat while I go back upstairs to get ready. I think I have some pasta somewhere in the fridge if you want that for breakfast." Feli's smile brightened. "Really? You're the best, (__f/n__)!" He kissed your cheek before running off to the kitchen. You placed a hand on the cheek he kissed and mumbled a couple more profanities at his cuteness.


*~*~*~* Time-Skip Steve *~*~*~*


You laid out three bathing suits on your bed and studied each one. Two of them were a one-piece, and one of them was a two-piece.

"Hey, I think you should wear that one!" A happy voice announced from behind, scaring you.

"ITALY, I COULD HAVE BEEN CHANGING!" You screamed, quickly placing a hand over your rapidly beating heart, and chucking the closest pillow at him. You missed him completely and the pillow rolled into the hallway. Feli chuckled and made his way into your room with a bowl of pasta. He walked over to the red two-piece bathing suit.

"This one. You'll look really hot in this, bella," He smiled innocently. You blushed furiously.

"FELICIANO 'ITALIA' VARGAS, GET OUT OF MY ROOM."


*~*~*~*~*~* Steve was here, and he just skipped time *~*~*~*~*~*


You ended up wearing the red bathing suit Feli picked out, but slipped on a long white T-shirt and shorts on top. Finally arriving at the beach, you unfortunately spotted the Bad Touch Trio in the distance.

"Hey Feli, can we go a little further down the beach?" You asked nicely, wanting to get away from them. "But, (__f/n__)! I wanted to go to the dock!" He protested. You sighed, "Okay, let me tell you something important then," you reasoned, "If things start to get out of ha—" "PASTAAAAA!" Feli randomly screamed as he saw a middle-aged woman walking with pasta in her hand. You whined. "Oh, What is it, (__f/n__)?" Feli asked curiously, to which you shook your head. "Nothing, let's go," you sighed. You caught a glimpse of a skimpy blond walk by them, and Francis lowering his glasses to check out her ass. 'Disgusting,' you thought.

You two had just started to walk aboard the large dock when something popped into the Italian's mind. "(__f/n__), grab my hand!" He said in a heroic voice. You gave him your best 'Da-fuq-you-doin-brah' look before he grabbed your hand and started running to the end of the dock, with you stumbling behind. "H-hey, what are we doing? Oh god no—"

"PASSTTAAAAAAA!!!" And with that you both ended up jumping off the edge of the dock into the freezing cold water. You surfaced before Feli, chattering your teeth. "F-Feli! It's s-so col-d-dd.." You complained. You waited for a cheery response, but to no avail did one come. You panicked and looked around the water for him. "F-Feli? Feli, you better not be playi— AHH!" You shrieked as you got pulled down below the surface of the water. You struggled to paddle up to the surface, and when you did, the sound of Feli's cute laughter filled the air. "You were scared, weren't you?" He chimed. "I WASN'T JUST SCARED, YOU IDIOT. I THOUGHT SOMETHING REALLY HAPPENED TO YOU, THEN I ALMOST DIED WHEN YOU PULLED ME UNDER WATER AN— achoo!" You sneezed in the middle of your rant.

"You're  cold, aren't you," Feli calmly asked, in which you nodded your head slightly. He swam closer to you and helped you swim back to the dock, not far from where you were. As he lifted you onto the dock, you sat on the edge, letting the sun warm you. Feli plopped down beside you. "Thanks for coming with me today." He mumbled happily, "In return, I'll buy you ice cream!" You giggled and told him what flavour you loved. He told you to sit still while he looked for an ice cream parlour. As he left, you saw the Bad Touch Trio walk onto the dock.

'Fuck my life,'you thought as you mentally flipped a table. You stood up and decided to follow Feli off the dock. As you were walking back, you avoided eye contact with the Bad Touch Trio and calmly walked past them. You thought it was all over, until Gilbert came from behind you and wrapped both his arms around your stomach, softly nuzzling into your neck. "Hey there, Frau," He cooed into your neck, causing you to shiver. "Get off me, Gilbert." You stated blandly, struggling against his hold. Gilbert smirked, "You know it's hard to look away from you when you're teasing me with that red bikini." You looked down and realized the water had made your white shirt practically see-through, revealing your bathing suit. Francis finally halted and turned around to see where Gilbert had gone to, when he noticed you in his grip. He smiled perversely and made his way over to you.

"Ahh… (__f/n__), what are you doing here? All alone, I suppose?" "No, she's here with Ludwig's girlfriend, that Italian…" Gilbert cut in. "Ohonhonhon~ so we can't make our move on the dock, can we…" Francis trailed off, raising an eyebrow to Gilbert. You were completely and utterly shocked at what was happening. All in one movement, Gilbert picked you up and jumped into the water with you, followed by Francis.

"SOMEONE HELP— MMPPFFHHH" Your cries for help were blocked when Gilbert used one of his hands to cover your mouth while holding you around the waist with his other. "Ohonhonhon~, I think you're wearing too many layers, ma chere," Francis stated while swimming towards you. He slipped off your shorts and gently tugged at your shirt. "This needs to come off too." You tried to protest, but in your state, all you could do was kick around helplessly. You were slightly under the dock and away from the public view, so it was almost impossible for anyone to see what was happening. Slowly, Francis pulled off your shirt from over your head and threw it into the water, staring at what you had to offer.

"…………… We're both going to have a little fun with you…"


*~*~*~*~* aljsdlfjsladkfjls *~*~*~*~*


As soon as Antonio reached the end of the dock, he turned around to realize that Gilbert and Francis weren't with him. He scanned around before walking back to the beach, calling for them. "Hey, this isn't funny you guys, don't just leave me behind!" He called out. As he reached the shore line, he accidentally bumped into someone.

"Lo siento, ami— Feliciano? What are you doing here?" Antonio asked. "Vee! I was getting ice cream for (__f/n__), but when I looked back to the dock, she was gone!" He stated, searching around. "That's really weird Feli, because my friends are missing too!" Antonio added. They both began to scan the beach, when Feli's eyes landed on something.

"OH MIO DIO, ARE THOSE HER CLOTHES?!?" Feli panicked as he ran to the shoreline. Sure enough, your clothes were washed up on the beach. Feli looked back to Antonio thinking the same thing. Feli quickly handed his ice cream to Antonio and ran down the dock in full rage.


*~*~*~*~* akljdflsdajflsdjk *~*~*~*~*


As Gilbert abused your neck and shoulder with kisses, he slowly slid his hands, previously resting around your stomach, lower, under the string on your bikini, and lightly on your thighs. You wanted to scream. To scream out for Feli to help you, but Francis restricted you with his mouth. He kissed you harshly on the lips, and continued to try and get you to open your mouth, but you refused. You wanted to slap him but his hands were clamped around your wrists and bound above your head.


*~*~*~*~* ajkldfjdsf, face-palm, I hope my mom doesn't read this *~*~*~*~*


Feli scanned into the water until about halfway onto the dock, when he spotted a horrible sight. "G-GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER, YOU PERVERTS." He screamed at Francis and Gilbert, who so happened to be untying your bikini. "Scheiße! Francis, lets get out of here!" Gil yelled, and they both swam for shore, leaving you in the water. Feli jumped into the water, and swam to your trembling body. He lifted you to the dock and hugged you tightly. "(__f/n__) I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that I left you and I'm sorry that I wasn't listening, I'm just so sorry." Feli started, choking on his tears. You didn't reply and just buried your head into his neck, sobbing.

On the beach, Francis and Gilbert had just reached the shoreline, where Antonio was waiting for them. Antonio stomped his way over to the two, smacked them both over the head, shoved the ice cream into their faces, smothered it around, and walked back onto the dock to where Feli was failing to comfort (__f/n__) through his tears.


*~*~*~*~* Steve the time-skipper *~*~*~*~*


Antonio drove you back to Ludwig's house for ice cream and churros, while you slept in Feli's lap. He wrapped you in a blanket and carried you into the house. "DOITSUU~! I'M HOMEE!" Feli called out as he placed you onto the sofa. Ludwig came out of the kitchen, "So that's where you disappeared to…" He trailed off looking at the half naked Italian. "Yeah, we went to the beach, but things didn't go the way we planned…"

"OI, WEST, THE AWESOMENESS IS HOME! GET ME A JUG OF BEER FROM THE FRIDGE." An obnoxious voice announced. Ludwig disregarded the fact his brother was home, and focused on Feli. "Oh really? How did it not go according to plan?" Ludwig asked absent mindedly as he got the jug of beer from the fridge.

"(__f/n__) almost got raped by Gilbert."

"W-W-WHAAT?!?!?" Ludwig shrieked, dropping the pitcher of German beer.

"Yeah; almost raped, but mostly sexually assaulted. Like, a lot." Antonio added casually, picking up a mop to clean the floor.

"Hey West, that didn't sound too good. What did you break this time—" Gilbert walked into the kitchen and froze at the sight of Feli and Antonio, and of course a furious Ludwig.

"You. Did. What?" Ludwig grabbed the mop from Antonio, and unscrewed the rag part of it off, leaving a pointy end, good enough to seriously injure the albino.

"Oh and don't forget the Frenchie too!" Antonio called out to Ludwig who had charged at his older brother. When the two German brothers were out of the house playing 'kill', Feliciano and Antonio made their way to (__f/n__) who had started to stir in her light sleep.

"(__f/n__)? Are you okay? Did anything serious happen?" Feliciano asked with a straight face. You shook your head and a wave of relief washed through the two. Feli wiped away your tear-stained face and kissed your forehead. "I'm so glad you're okay, if anything worse happened, I……… I-I don't even know what I would have done…" He said, shaking with anger. You sat up quickly and wrapped your arms around him. "I'm okay now, and that's all that matters." You kissed him on the cheek, "You saved me." He moved back an inch to look into your eyes.

"Thank you, Feli."

You gazed into Feliciano's soft hazel eyes, and leaned forward to meet his lips in a gentle kiss. He kissed back without any hesitation, and soon enough you were pinned to the couch with Feli on top, kissing you feverishly around your neck and tickling your stomach, making you laugh.


Antonio took a couple of pictures before slipping out of the room.
Edit: Here's the picture I drew for this xDD [link]

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I'M SORRY. I DIDN'T MEAN TO WRITE THIS, IT JUST HAPPENED. It may not seem like much of a horrible sin, but to me, IT IS :iconfacedeskforeverplz:

alksdjflasjfls, this was a request by :iconlizzydaze:, who wanted either Italy or Spain, so I kinda added both. And sexual assault. She didn't even ask for it, what is this, I don't-- laksjdlfjsdfk . Sorry, if I scarred your brain. I'm soo sorry people, I feel really bad right now, I'm not this kind of author, and I hope people don't hate me... *goes to hide in corner*

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You stared at your reflection in the mirror. You sneered at the bruises that covered your whole arm. You turned around and grabbed the black and (f/c) striped long sleeve shirt on your black comforter.

You grabbed you black "Black Veil Brides" book bag and headed out the door.

'Those stupid assholes. They give me a new batch every single fucking day.' You thought, an angry scowl on your face. Your grasp on your book bag tightened as you thought about your three tormentors at your school.

They were known as the "Awesome Trio". They were these three stupid jocks who bullied anyone who weren't as cool, popular, or 'awesome' as they were.

And you were their number one victim.

You didn't know why, but it's like they were trying to make your life a living hell.

And boy were they succeeding.

You face went blank as you neared Hetalia High, your living hell.

'Let's just hope that the three idiot's don't show up.'

"Keseseseses~ My, my, look at what the Awesome me found. The Punk's slut."

Speak of the devil's and the devil's shall appear.

Oh goodie~.

You looked up and saw the Albino 'Awesome' Prussian, the 'Hero' American, and the 'Cool' Danish.

Gilbert, Alfred and Mathias.

'Just my luck.' You thought, glaring harshly at their unfazed faces.

"What the hell do you fuckers want?" You barked.

Alfred smirked. "Ah ah ah, ________. That is no way to treat the "Awesome Trio.""

You snorted, "Where? Because all I see is three jackasses in front of me."

Mathias tsked and took hold of your face, gripping it tightly. "I think you need to watch that dirty mouth of yours, bitch."

You winced as he let go of your face.

Alfred suddenly come up to you and grabbed the back of your head, "Or do you rather I clean for you, huh?"

You jaw clenched and was to retort but a small voice stopped you.

"A-A-A-Alfred. I-I don't think that you should do that."

You looked away from your tormentor and saw a boy around your age with shoulder length blond, a stray strand of hair curled up away from the rest and pretty purple eyes. He was wearing a hoodie jacket with the Maple Leaf Flag on it faded blue jeans with plain white Nike's.

You were lured by the boy's voice. It was a soft yet slightly deep, filled with compassion, sadness and.......loneliness.

Just like you.

Alfred growled irritated. He turned away from you and looked at the unknown male.

"Matthew! Didn't I say to wait in the office?!" He growled at the quivering male, who's name is Matthew.

Matthew gulped and said, "B-b-but....-!"

Alfred scoffed. "Just because your my brother doesn't mean you can do whatever you want here. Remember your the loser in the family. Know where you stand, idiot."

You eyeliner eyes narrowed at the fact that Alfred called his OWN brother a loser.

"Oi! Let's go! I need to get my homework from that nerd, Artie!" Gilbert stated, a large grin on his face.

The other two nodded and the three of them left, leaving behind a shaking Matthew and a skeptical you.

Matthew whimpered shamelessly when you glanced at him.

"I-I-I am s-s-sorry to bother you b-b-but do you know where t-t-the history room is?" He asked you, tearing up a bit.

Your eyes widened and unconsciously a blush formed on your face. You cleared your throat and glanced away from him. "Uhhh...sure. I'm heading there anyway. Just follow me."

You began walking away from him hastily, not even making sure that he was following. You heard footsteps behind you and a hand was placed on your shoulder. you stopped and felt the person crash into you.

You winced and turned around seeing Matthew trying to catch his breath.

Once he gained his breathe back he asked you shyly, not taking his hand off from your shoulder, "U-ummm....w-what is y-your name?"

You stared at him for a while but then did something that you hadn't done in a long time.

You smiled. At Him.

"It's _______. ________ _________." You held out your hand out to him.

He smiled shyly and gently took hold of your hand. "M-my name is M-mathew W-williams."

The both of you smiled at each other and thought, 'This might not be such a bad year (eh).'

 
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Author's note: Hello everyone!!! ^^ Some of you know may know Emily Archor (and for those of you who don't the link's in the description.) she asked me and some other friends to pick our favorite 12 of our favorite countries and then gave us random questions. This one in particular was "Either pick #2 and #8 or #2 and #9. Than write a short story of them." I picked #2 and #9 which was Austria and Russia ^^ so…. Here you go. Comment and give suggestions please. Oh and sorry if I got their personalities wrong. Maybe you could help out with that too? ^^

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KNOCK! KNOCK! "Austria! Open up!" Russia shouted.

He couldn't stand waiting by the front door for an hour straight. Austria, on the other hand, was bothered by all the noise that Russia was making. So he stopped playing the piano and went to open the door.

"Yes, Russia?" Austria asked, slightly looking annoyed.

"I brought some Vodka" Russia smiled.

"I don't need it."

"But I made it for you. I take pride in Vodka, so please accept it!"

"Fine, I guess….. thank you."

"Can I come in!?" Russia grinned, starring at him.

They both stood silent and Austria got even more annoyed by Russia starring at him with that creepy look.

"C-come in."

With this said, Russia entered the house and followed Austria to his room.

"U-um….. Why are you following me?"

Russia stayed silent and closed the bedroom door.  He walked up to Austria and picked him up, throwing him on the bed. Russia, walked towards him, undressing himself. He went on him and started to kiss Austria, licking him tongue.

"W-wai-….. Mmnmmmhmmm……"
Austria couldn't believe Russia was being so seductive. Russia's hand traveled down to Austria's lower region.

"N-no! Not….. don-….."

"But you like this, yes?" Russia smiled.

"S-shu….. Up…. Ah….!"

Russia liked how Austria wasn't putting up a fight, though it would have been better. Russia went lover and started to lick his cock.

" Mmm…. Ah!…."Russia was getting more turned on by Austria's little cute moans. He stopped and undressed Austria. Now Austria was really defenseless. Than Russia put two fingers in Austria.

"AH!!….. W-what are you….."

Austria looked at Russia, Russia was pushing in and out with his fingers, trying to find Austria's "soft spot".

"Ah….. mmhn…..!"

"Found it."

Russia smiled and went on top of Austria, putting his cock inside of him.

"AH!!!…. No! Don…. n't….Ah….. Rus….sia…. mmmhnm….."

Russia started kissing him, while thrusting inside of him. Austria put his arms around Russia and Russia did the same. Still kissing and thrusting, they both came. Russia laid Austria down and laid his head on Austria's chest.

"You liked all that attention, didn't you?"

Russia smiled, breathing heavily.

"Shut up!"

Austria's face turned bright red. Russia kissed Austria once again, their tongues intertwined and than Russia pulled away.

"Austria, …. I love you."

Russia said smiling. Austria blushed madly, his heart felt like it was going to burst. He was lost for words.

"I-I love you too."

Austria couldn't stop blushing. Russia thought this face of his was so adorable he couldn't help himself from pulling Austria into another kiss….

THE END ^^ MUAHAHAHA lol jk. Want more? Give me suggestions! ^^
This is between Austria & Russia. Hope you enjoy! You can give suggestions on who to write about.

Warning, sexual scenes within the story. If you don't like boyxboy, please don't read any and/or all hetalia stories posted on my page as I wont be held responsible. I have given you a warning. Sorry about the link, it didn't work on the story for some reason so here is Emily Archor's page: [link]
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The ticking of the clock.. it was slowly driving you insane. But you couldn't help but wonder when Ludwig and Gilbert would return. At least you had chores that needed to be done at distract you from it here and there. You sighed as you dipped your hand into the soapy water to clean the rest of the dishes. It instantly reminded you how you got here, and you were grateful about it. You as a country, you could have died back then after all.

It was a time where you were very deperate. You happened to be so poor that you could barely stand up and take care of your land, yet nobody wanted to help you and they called you a good-for-nothing country. The only reason they did that is because they were positive that they would only lose money themselves if they took you in and had to help your place back up. Because they were sure nothing good would happen and that you were beyond help, it was a horrible time.

In the end it was just Ludwig that recognized you. No matter what other countries tried to do to convince him to leave you behind, he didn't listen to them at all. He was sure that with enough help you could become strong enough to go back to taking care of yourself. So you were offered a job, to take care of Ludwig's house and keep it clean. And in return he would help you to get your country out of debts and what not. Of course you took it, since it was the only help you were offered.

And here you were, doing the dishes while Ludwig had gone off to work. You had met Gilbert, once known as Prussia when you were just taken in. You thought he was nice, but sometimes his ego went so far. He often was out to help Ludwig with his job though, he said it was the least he could do.

But you did have hopes, of course. You remember once meeting one of Ludwig's friends, Feliciano. He once told you a story that he had been in a similar situation when he was little, which comforted you quite a bit. But in the end you had to comfort the Italian instead once he brought up this guy named 'Holy Roman Empire'. It wasn't bad, and thanks to Feliciano you became determined that you would be just fine in the end.

You sighed as you finished the dishes, neatly stacking the plates and other items in their rightful cupboards. Today you seemed to be done rather early compared than other days, so you decided to go ahead and lay down on the sofa. But it wasn't long until you heard the front door open and close.

"I'm home, frau!" Gilbert's voice was heard from the hallway. You quickly sat up when you saw him approaching you eventually.

"Welcome back, isn't Ludwig with you today?" You curiously asked. Normally the taller man would be coming back together with the Prussian. You watched as Gilbert sat down next to you on the sofa, a small grin playing on his face as he stroked his hand through his silver colored hair.

"Nein, he said he still had to take of things so he'll be back later. So I decided to go on ahead" Gilbert spoke. You looked at him once he fell silent afterwards. There seemed to be a somewhat bothersome look in his red eyes, as if he was thinking whether to say a certain thing or not. You decided to keep quiet as well, unsure what to say after all.

"You know.." Gilbert suddenly started, breaking the silence. You curiously responded with a small hum.

"I hate to admit it.. but I'm quite jealous of you and West" Gilbert chuckled lightly. On one hand, you were rather surprised when he said this, but on the other hand you couldn't blame him since you became quite close with Ludwig.

"Why would you be jealous?" You decided to ask it anyway. Gilbert shrugged, a faint blush spreading across his face. He looked away a bit before he continued.

"Because West always hangs around with you. He helps you finish your chores if you're not done with them yet, he often comes to sit around with you, and then that confession.. broke me.." Gilbert sighed. His red eyes coming in contact with your as he suddenly turned to you, and he took your hands gently.

"_______, Ich liebe dich" You didn't realize you blushed when Gilbert confessed. It was true that Ludwig had done the same weeks ago, but there wasn't anything official going on between the two of you yet. Apparently it got to Gilbert that you had been hanging around Ludwig a lot.

You weren't sure what to do, or how to reply. So rather than thinking about it you quickly pulled your hands away from Gilbert, sitting back a bit. However, you could see that Gilbert didn't seem to be kidding about it at all. He had a stare of guilt in his eyes, and he didn't attempt to do anything. Maybe he didn't want to make the wrong moves on you since he didn't want you to get more distant of him.

"Do you really.. mean that?" You finally asked, causing Gilbert to look at you. His red eyes connected with your once more as he nodded.

"Of course.." Gilbert spoke. You didn't mind it this time as he approached you a second time. His eyes were still staring into yours, they never left each other.

You couldn't really tell what happened next, when you felt his soft lips brush against yours. A moment later he pressed them fully against your lips, and you could feel his tongue stroking across your own lips, pleading to gain access. You didn't know why, but you complied, allowing the Prussian to explore every inch of your cavern. When you closed your eyes you could feel his arm snake around your waist, pulling you closer to the other. It wasn't long before the kiss was broken, and the both of you panted lightly for air.

"I'd suggest you to go to either of your rooms if you like each other so much" The both of you were startled by a rather deep voice. You looked up only to meet Ludwig's deep blue eyes, which were filled with disappointment. It made you wonder how long he had been standing there already.

"H-how long have you been here?" You asked, a deep blush spreading across your face. Gilbert however, even though he still had a faint blush on his face as well he remained keeping you close to him.

"Long enough to see it happening" Ludwig simply replied. But he was suddenly cut through by Gilbert's laughter after he spoke.

"I bet you couldn't take your eyes off of it either!" Gilbert spoke, causing the taller male to blush. You attempted to push yourself away from Gilbert's hold on you but he wasn't planning to release you just yet, it seemed.

"Oh come on, West. I know how much you like ______. Well, you're not on your own there" Gilbert spoke. There was a rather serious tone of voice when he did. You feared something bad was going to happen when Gilbert suddenly stood up and walked over to Ludwig, yet you found yourself unable to do anything about it and just watch.

"It's up to her to choose who she likes more after all, right?" Gilbert teased. You didn't know what to do, or how to reply when they both looked your way. Surely, you liked both of them, but you didn't want to disappoint one of them in the end. It wasn't as if you could just choose someone and act as if it was nothing.

"B-but.." You started, still unsure of what to say.

"Don't worry about it, ______. You don't have to choose" You weren't sure what Ludwig meant as he spoke. He slowly approached you and sat down next to you, since you never moved from your spot on the sofa. You stared into his blue eyes as he looked down at you. Your eyes widened a little when he suddenly pulled you into an embrace, moving you to sit on his lap and face him in the meantime.

"Because as long as I can be around you, it won't matter to me if there is someone else" You couldn't help yourself as you embraced Ludwig in return. It somehow was a relief that you didn't have to choose in the end. What mattered to you the most was that you felt safe, not just with Ludwig, but also with Gilbert. So you were glad that he accepted it when he saw you and Gilbert together just now.

You gasped when you suddenly felt something on the back of your neck. The soft touch of a pair of lips caught you off guard, and the slow, sucking motions made you shiver lightly. His lips curled into a smile on your skin, and you knew that it was Gilbert's doing. You sat up lightly, retreating from the embrace with Ludwig once you felt a hand run across the bare skin of your leg underneath your dress. The careful, and ticklish strokes soon moved up, taking the dress along to undress you.

There you sat with just your undies on. You looked up to Ludwig once more once he tilted your head to do so. He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours, sharing a second kiss but with Ludwig this time. You let out a small whimper in the middle of the kiss once you felt Gilbert's hands undoing your bra and taking it off. It was only a moment later when you felt his hands return to you, gently rubbing your breasts. It caused you to give out a light, muffled moan every now and then.

The kiss broke soon, and you suddenly found yourself being lifted up in bridal style in Ludwig's arms. He carried you down the hallways, and into his bedroom. You were gently placed down on the large bed, your bare back touching the soft sheets as you were placed on top of them. Gilbert then joined in again, crawling ontop of the end of the bed. You shivered as he started teasing you, his fingers gently stroking across your bare skin. You could feel the heat building up slowly when Ludwig took the remaining piece of cloth off of you.

A feeling of pure bliss ran through your body when you felt one of their hands down, near your entrance. A finger circled around it on a teasing manner, causing you to whimper in need. A sudden cry slipped you when your whimpers were listened to. Gilbert's finger slowly made its way inside, you could feel his red eyes on you as he watched you adjust to the stinging feeling. The pain however, quickly started to fade when you felt a second finger being added, and he started moving them slowly. You released a moan with each small thrust that was made, the feeling of the pleasure increased by every move as well.

You were so distracted from being pleasured that you weren't aware of them moving on, until the fingers left you, giving you a rather empty feeling. You looked up, only to see that Gilbert had moved by your side instead. His length was already popped out from his pants. He gently took your hand, leading it to the hardened member that was waiting to be pleasured. At the same time, as you gently started pumping the member you let out a loud moan, one of pure bliss. The filled feeling returned as you realized that Ludwig invaded you.

The heat was getting too much as you felt the intense pleasure when Ludwig moved almost immediately after entering. The quick pain that you felt had soon been replaced by the good feeling that you had longed for, making you want more. The bed creaked softly with each thrust, and the sweat was slowly forming on your forehead. The room was filled with your moans, as well as pants from Gilbert and Ludwig. Ludwig's pace went faster, causing your moans to grow louder. Apparently this turned Gilbert on even more as he retreated from your hand to finish the job by himself, since you were lost in the intense pleasure you were going through.

You couldn't take it much longer, the feeling was driving you crazy. It only took a couple more thrusts, and just one when you and Ludwig let out a loud groan at the same time, coming together. You panted heavily as you felt Ludwig pulling out, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. You however, didn't move from your laying position. Your attention went to Gilbert who finished shortly after the two of you, a chuckle slipping his lips as he looked down at you. Ludwig's hand stroked through your hair a moment later, and you let out a soft yawn.. the tiredness quickly taking over.

"No matter how long you'll stay here, we'll be there for you" Ludwig softly whispered. Your lips curled into a little smile, knowing that you were in the right hands after all.

"I'm sure of it" You replied in return. You were happy where you were now, safely with Ludwig and Gilbert.

However, it wasn't long until you drifted into a peaceful sleep..
Requested by :iconhidanlover94: I was only given the pairing so I took something basic and simple as the story, and even with that it got into the lemon on a weird way.

Why? Because I have a terrible mood lately due to way too much stress and the lack of sleep. So it makes things harder to write. I tried my best, really. But even this story I can't call much good, but I'm not that disappointed with it either.

Oh well, at least I can say I finished it. It took me long enough to get myself to write on currently lol

Feel free to point out mistakes/typos/etc. I will edit them since I didn't really have time to re-read it myself. Thanks in advance :3

Hope you enjoyed it anyway ^^

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia in any way.
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-With Summer Break coming by it was a matter of time before you and all your friends started hanging out more and enjoying life without [school/college]. But of course the one to spend most of the summer with you was America, the greatest friend you had.
-He just called you saying that he wanted to you come over to his house to have a sleepover. That was an offer you wouldn't deny. Knowing America he probably already had everything planned out.
~~~
"America! Open the door!" you yelled after knocking on the door multiple times in a row.
-America swung the door open and immediately greeted you with a tight hug.
"Haha. It's nice to see you to America." you said with a smile. "So what-"
-You turned to see a blonde headed boy with glasses standing behind America. Strangely, he looked just like America, besides the giant curl hanging in his face.
"America. Who's that?" you asked still looking at the Canadian.
"Oh. That's my brother Canada." America said smiling. "Come on bro. Don't be shy. Come meet our guest ____."
-The Canadian approached you with a blush as he hid part of his face behind his little polar bear. You just thought it was cute the way he was so shy and bashful at the moment.
"Hello." he said shaking your hand gently.
"Hi." you said smiling.
"Enough with the greetings. Let's get this party started!" America yelled as he grabbed you and Canada and dragged the two of you away.
~~~
-You and Canada were sitting on the floor waiting for America to turn the video game on. The night was going amazingly since many things happened. You got to eat junk food with America and Canada, you all told each other jokes, you prank called almost every country (Finland freaked out when you imitated Sweden's voice and asked him to marry you XD). But the best part of the night was that you were falling for Canada.
"I'm going to kick your sorry butts!" you said with a smile as you took the wii remote and prepared for some Mario Kart racing.
"Don't count on that!" Canada yelled leaning closer to the television.
"Everyone knows that no girl can beat some guys at video games." America said before the game started.
-You were in the lead with [your Mario kart character] and Canada and America were left way behind. America was surely eating his words.
"Yes!!!" you yelled as you won first place in the racing.
-You could tell America was ashamed. Canada on the other hand was just down right speechless.
"Who said a girl couldn't beat a boy at video games?!" you yelled into America's face as you laughed.
"Ok. I take it back." America said. "I'm going to get some snacks so we can watch a movie." he said disappearing into the kitchen.
-You and Canada just sat in silence not knowing what to tell one another.
"So..." you said trying to strike up a conversation with Canada.
"...yea..." Canada said uncertain of what to say.
-Looking at his face you noticed a smudge of food from when you were eating ice cream before playing video games. You couldn't help but giggle at the sight of Maple flavored ice cream on his pale cheek.
"You have something on your cheek." you said trying to rub it away.
-Canada apparently was feeling uneasy as his face turned a bright color of red.
"Thank you." Canada said turning away shyly. "Can I give you something back as a thank you?"
"Uhh...sure." you said not knowing what was going to happen.
-Without warning Canada quickly gave you a kiss in the cheek. You felt warm inside even though it was a small peck. For you it meant a lot.
"Thank you Cana-" you tried saying but then Canada's little polar yelled.
"I you're going to kiss her kiss her properly!" the little bear yelled at him.
-You just laughed and looked up at Canada who was redder than any of Spain's tomatoes. Slowly Canada leaned down to kiss you on your lips. The kiss was not rough but gentle as if he was scared he was going to hurt you in any way but the kiss still love and meaning to it.
"Hey I got the snacks now we-" America said but froze as he saw you and Canada in lip lock and things were starting to get even better. 
"Oh my gosh!! You two are making out!" America yelled out.
-Canada slowly pulled away from you and throw the nearby pillow at America trying to make him shut up. 
-You never knew that one day your prince charming would happen to magically appear in America's house, even if it was his brother.
~~~Extra Ending~~~
-Getting your pillow and blanket you prepared to go to sleep with Canada in the living room. You slipped into the little area next to him as you rested your head on his warm chest.
-America laid all alone on the other side of Canada while the both of you were cuddled for warmth and he was freezing half to death. 
"Guys...please don't do anything at night...I don't want to be an uncle just yet..." America said drifting to sleep as he cuddled a pillow.
Sorry for the extremely crappy story:/ I was typing this on the bus and finals haste knocked the life and ideas out of me. So my stories aren't this good.
Hopefully I'll finish these request in time before school ends so that I can open up request again. Who would like me to open up more request?
• Hetalia doesn't belong to me
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{Name} sat in the back of the classroom with your black hoodie up.
'Why do I have to be here?' she thought to herself.
'Here with all these happy, cheery people...?' She put her sleeves down, covering the cuts and bruises on her arms. She was depressed. Her parents would get into an arguement, and then take thier anger out on {Name}. Little did she know there was a blonde boy in the other side of the classroom, who was also depressed. His reason was because her was either picked on, or forgotten.
~~*Hallway*~~
You were walking down the hallway to see the 'populars' laughing and crowding over someone.
"Hey.." You mumbled.
A girl pushed you away and you stumbled back. This crossed the line.
"HEY IDIOTS!" You yelled.
They all looked at you and a girl said, "What do you want, little miss freak-o."
Everyone snickered. You glared at them.
"One: Keep your smart remarks to yourself. Two: If you're going to pick on someone, pick on someone your own--"
"Our own size?!" A boy interupted.
"--No. Pick on someone that has the same IQ as you. Which would mean picking on a bug with issues. Oh wait... I'm insulting the bug."
"Ah! Are you calling us stupid?!" A girl shouted.
"Uh, I think that was obvious." You remarked.
"OH YEAH?! YOU'RE STUPIDER."
"I'd believe you...If that was a word.... No, I lied. I still wouldn't"
"This girl isn't even worth our time, let's go." They all left.
You saw a blonde boy, with purple eyes, and you put out your hand. He hesitantly reached to grab it, and when he did, you felt him shaking.
"I'm {Name}. How about you?"
"I-I'm Matthew Williams..."
"Are you okay?" You were shocked at your own concern.
"Oui.. Better now.. Thank you..."
That's when you finally noticed cuts on his arms. You pointed to his arms and stared at him.
"Dude..."
He looked at you, with fear.
"A-Ah.. Yeah I.. Uh..--"
"No worries, I won't tell. I do the same thing."
You showed him yours, which had more cuts than his. He stared for what seemed like hours, then looked at you.
"Wh-Why would you...?"
"You tell me first."
"Well, I'm always picked on, or forgotten.."
"My parents always fight and use me as thier personal punching, slapping, breaking-glass-on-my-head kind of child..But I was planning on running away today.."
He looked at you, and pushed a little {h/c} strand of hair behind your ear.
"Y-You can live with me."
"Can I..?" You whispered.
"Oui.."
"Thank you, Mattie.."
You walked to your next class hand in hand, smiling for the first time.
MERRR. I feel as if I failed... Hmm... Oh well!
I really didn't think I was able to do this. Srsly. I thought I'd die first.
HERE YOU GO :iconhetaliadeathgirl666: I DID IT. FOR YOU. BE HAPPY. XDD
You (c) Emo!Canada
Story (c) ME
Canada (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
Apple Cake (c) My mouth
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REQUEST-Emo! Canada X Reader : Inadequate

Matt's POV

A wall of my blonde, shoulder length hair blocked my vision as I leaned
my head down.My arms tightened slightly around one of my few friends, a
small bear, as I heard my twin shout "Yo, Mattie~ Wad up my brotha?".

Alfred was always so confident. He was athletic,good looking, and charismatic.

He would always shine like a star and I would continue to be the "inadequate"
twin...

I just looked up slightly and moved my glasses back on my nose."Oui? What
is it?"

He stood and laughed. "Dude, I'm gonna totally have a party at the house
tomorrow!" I sighed. He was so outgoing...maybe thats why he's one of the
most popular guys at school. I looked back up from my bear, who decided to
try and chew on my shoe, and sighed.

"Have fun..." He grinned, flashing his perfect teeth that would make any
dentist jizz his pants."Make sure to invite your friends!" I laughed lowly
at this. The only other friend, besides kumijiro, was ________   __________ .
She managed to make him feel...adequate...even when the rest of the world ignored
him.

He blushed and looked out the window, thinking about her, as Alfred continued on explaining about the party.

________________________________________________________________________

Reader POV

You walked out of your house, in a crisp, clean (fav color) shirt with a
matching skort. You were so excited to get out of the house even though it
was to go to school. You skipped slightly over to the Jones house to get
your best friends so you all could walk together.

Alfred walked up to you, sporting a t-shirt with a popular logo on the cover.
He smiled and waved, eager as ever. "Yo, wad up, my sista from a notha mister?"
You laughed loudly "Nodin much my broth from anotha motha!" He laughed with
you this time "So, you ready?" He asked, lifting his bookbag. You turned your
head to the side in confusion. "What about Matt?"

As soon as you said this, the person in question ran out of the house with a bagel hanging out of his mouth. He stopped beside you and panted from the effort.
"Sorry guys! My alarm broke and I spilled maple syrup every where" Matt looked
at them with a confused expression, then he just sighed. "Alfred, did you forget
about me?"

Alfred just laughed , trying to ease the tension. "Sorry bro!" Matt smiled
slightly and nodded ."I-Its alright...I forgive you..."

However, you could see the hurt hiding inside, behind his mask.

You turned to comfort him when Alfred face palmed himself. "I almost forgot!
We're havin a partay at the house tonight! You comin, right? " Matt and Alfred
leaned towards you with puppy faces, in one of those rare twin-unison things.

"Of course!"

_______________________________________________________________________________________

TIME SKIP!!! *Cue twilight zone theme!*
_______________________________________________________________________________________


The party was about to start and you were stuck staring at all of your clothes on
your bed, hoping to find the perfect outfit to impress Matt. Sure he was a great
friend, but you yearned for something a little more...romantic...

You finally chose a nice (color) shirt with matching heels and slacks. Bussinessy,
yet fun!

You strolled up to the door with a smile. You couldn't wait to see Matt's reaction!
You knocked on the door and Alfred's cheery smile. "Dude, you made it!" he
smirked in a odd...predatorily... way. "I was especially waiting for you..." .
You shivered in slight fear, but shook it off. This was Alfred! The self
proclaimed hero! He would never hurt you! Would he...?

You walked inside and gasped at just how many people showed up. You shuffled
your way past the crowd to the drink table, hoping to see Matt there...

________________________________________________________________________________________
LET'S DO THE TIME SKIP AGAINNNNN!
________________________________________________________________________________________

You had looked every where for him, and yet ... no dice. You searched every bit
of the dance floor, checked with the other party goers and was half-way tempted
into checking the closets, but remembered that it WAS a party with out parental supervision.

You trudged up the stairs and knocked on the jones's twins bedroom door. Alfred
stood with that same smirk, like you were something to eat. "Hey Al! You seen
your bro?"you said calmly. He simply shook his head. He walked over and took a
seat on his bed and made a motion for you to join him.


"I have something to tell you..." he started . You shivered in slight fear
of what he wanted. "I think I'm in love with you" he finished his confession
with a stolen kiss . You sat in shock for a moment than pushed him away,
looking at the door as you did. There in the door way was Matt, his face filled with tears . His brother smirked.

Matt shook with anger. "How could you? You knew that I have feelings for her!"
You gasped. He loved you as well...? Alfred laughed . "You should have made
a move, brother dear!"

He lowered his head in defeat and you shook yours. You sighed "Alfred, you are
like a brother to me! I can't return your feelings" you turned your head to
Matts and smiled  "But I can return yours..."
a request for :iconkingdomhearts646: !

MUWHAHAHAHA! A CLIFF HANGER! I SHALL DO ANOTHER PART BUT IT WON'T BE DONE UNTIL SATERDAY!!!!
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"Oh, Mattie~! Where are you?" You called in a sing-song voice, searching desperately for your Canadian boyfriend, Matthew Williams. You happened to be at a party with Matthew, his noisy American brother Alfred F. Jones, Arthur Kirkland the irritable British gentleman, Wang Yao the mature Chinese guy, and Ivan Braginsky - the Russian who scared everyone shitless.  

You were all playing a nice game of hide-and-seek. You were 'it'. So far, you had already found everybody except for Matthew. He was definitely an excellent hider.
Little did you know that you had actually passed him multiple times, since he was only sitting in the corner, waiting for someone to notice.

"Dude, where'd he go?" Alfred asked, glancing around.

"Oh, I don't know, aru. Why is it always so hard to find him, aru?" Yao complained, with a slight frown.

"I…I'm right here…" Matthew mumbled quietly, hanging his blonde head a little dejectedly. Nobody heard him at all, and went by him yet again.

"I'm right here!" The Canadian repeated, his voice a little stronger.
Your ears caught his words this time, and you whirled around. "There you are!" You cried, happily throwing your arms around him.

He smiled weakly at you, and hugged back gently. "I was here all along…"

A powerful twinge of guilt resonated inside your chest, and you apologized profusely. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mattie…but since you were found last, at least you don't have to be 'it'..."

He nodded mutely at you, making you smile a little.

"I found him!" You announced, raising your voice so everyone could hear you.

"Dude, where were you?" Alfred wanted to know, laughing loudly.

"I was right here all along…" Matthew replied, frowning at his brother.

"Oh, man! Do you have the power to be invisible or something, beca-AAAH!" The American was jabbed sharply in the gut by Arthur, who hissed, "You git! That was very rude!"
Alfred only laughed obnoxiously again, and Yao grumbled something about maturity.
Ivan was smiling widely and innocently, watching Arthur and Alfred squabble with glassy purple eyes.

"Anyway, now Ivan's 'it'." You declared, pointing a finger at said man. He covered his violet eyes, counting slowly in a language you assumed to be Russian.

Everyone scampered out of sight like frightened rabbits, and you chose a dark closet as your hiding place.
Upon sliding the wooden door closed, you realized you were not alone; somebody was in there with you.

"Who's there?" You whispered the question, not wanting to be heard.

A soft, shaky voice asked, "Can you see me?"

"No…" You answered quietly, shaking your head. "It's too dark."

"Oh…that's good, because I-I love you, (Name)." The voice confessed suddenly, sounding very embarrassed. You could definitely understand why they didn't want you to see them.

You were slightly taken back, unsure of whom the mysterious admirer was.

"Sorry, I only have eyes for my boyfriend." You responded hesitantly. You didn't want to hurt their feelings.

The lights were flicked on all of a sudden, and Ivan's childish voice called out,
"(Name), Matthew, you're in the closet, da?"

The bright artificial illumination streamed in from a few small cracks of the closet, and you could just barely make out the shape of Matthew. You felt a blush creep upon your cheeks, as everything clicked together in your head.
The door was slid open quite forcefully, and the Russian stood there with a happy grin plastered on his child-like face.

"I found you~" He sang out, beaming like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Aw, shucks." You giggled.

Ivan skipped off, most likely to go tell the others that he had found the two of you.

"Can you see me now?" Matthew asked you, looking a little sad.

"Yup. In fact, you're all I see now…because, I love you too." You replied, kissing him on the cheek and grabbing his hand to pull him out of the closet. The two of you headed back to rejoin the party.
Yeah...My Canada Reader Inserts always seem so damn short!
:iconcanadasulkplz: Sorry. This was a request from ~FanboyandChumChumFFF
On a brighter note, I only have 12 more stories to go...! That means requests should be open in a few weeks! :iconyayzplz:
Hetalia belongs to :iconhimaruyaplz:
You belong to :iconsexycanada2plz:

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Arthur escaped from the castle again for the who knows my many times with his horse. According to him, life inside the castle sucks as hell, everything gets on your way, not letting you do whatever you please. No matter what you do, you were always get dictated.
He got out from the castle by disguising as a carriage man, thankfully it worked unbelievably, the security inside was so tight. Arthur went out to town to see what his people doing.

'Lively as always...' he thought to himself as he tied his white horse at the fences.

He always loved this town, the smell of the foods and the kind and cheerful people. He walked and walked until he got satisfied, and then, he saw a terribly familiar looking girl with a (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. He approached to her and talked to her without a second thought.

"Hey there, can I ask what's your name, miss?" he said with a calm voice. He didn't care what she'll think of him.

"_-_____..." you replied shyly, surprised at the unusual question.

"Your last name, please?"

"I'm sorry but I don't know..." you bowed your head down and slowly walked away. Arthur Kirkland could only watch you.

"Wait!" he ran towards you and took a hold of your hand. The cap on his head fell, revealing his "identity"

An old man saw Arthur and said...
"It's the prince! Prince Arthur is here!"

The people looked at him and the guards that were searching for him... chased him. His face was like 'Oh shit!' as Arthur dragged you to his horse and went to the hills, far away from the town. The guards lost track of him but they were still searching for their prince.

"Why do they need to follow me?!" If only his brothers were there with him, they will ask him where was his common sense.

'This is Prince Arthur?!' you mentally panicked. You've never had the chance to see him before because you're always working but now he's here on your side. Alone.

"Well... I'm so sorry for dragging you here" he smiled a bit while scratching the back of his head.

"I-It's okay... Oh, I should get to work now, the landlady will get mad at me" you ran away once again.

"Hold back your horses!" he commanded sternly.

"W-what is it?" you were now more pressured than ever.

"I still have tons of things to ask you"

"But I have to go now, I still have works to do. Please, just let me go."

"I'll talk to that landlady, so please just stay here with me for a moment." he talked like a complete commoner without this "prince-aura" on him.

"O-okay..."

"You said you don't know your last name right?" you nodded "Can I ask what's the name of your parents?"

"I don't remember... I'm just an orphan..." you mumbled, never wanting to hear that bitter childhood with no parents.

"I see," was just the only thing you received.

"Can I go now?" you asked once again.

"Let's bring you to the castle, shall we?" he brought you up on his horse and went back to the castle in a jiffy.

A Prince always get what he wants, it's useless to oppose

'I'm so dead if I come back alive to the shop'
you sighed, deciding to face the consequences later.

"Are you okay?" he questioned, worrying about your almost-pale face. "To be honest, No"

"Haha, you're different from the other girls there, Eh...?" he sometimes talked like a pirate...

"What do you mean?"

"You see, if the young gals there see me, they are squealing, it's so irritating like they're going to break my bloody eardrums!"

He was fun to talk to, it felt like you're only talking to a commoner. He was kind more than you thought, you thought he was cruel. Night came, You both arrived at the castle, he went down and kicked the gate open (as a greeting?), he was freaking strong, breaking the big gate and its lock because the guards were still on search and he didn't have a key with him. He brought you down by your waist and led you inside. It was big, of course. His servants were lined up and greeted him.

"Dinner is ready, Prince Arthur" said the maid

"Yeah, I'll eat later" you two went upstairs, to his room. He left you there without a saying a thing.

'What am I doing here? And why did he bring me here at first place...?' you banged your head on the wall. 'And why this place is so familiar to me...?' you thought

"My lady, please come with me" said the maid. She led you to the bathroom, the tub was waiting for you. She suddenly removed your clothes and gently guided you to the tub with bubbles in it.

"Are you Prince Arthur's woman?" she asked while delicately scrubbing your hair with shampoo.

"Eh? No way... He just brought me here."

"Really? How rare"

"What part of it is 'rare'?"

"Prince Arthur don't bring women here in the castle except for his ball date; He even mentioned that he's not interested with them," the maid stated disappointingly.

"Is that so...?" You were so puzzled why he brought you here...

It was your turn to ask, "Oh, what's your name?"

"It's Mary, my Lady"

She told you to wear the white fluffy dress there on the hanger for "bedtime"

"Hey, what do you mean bedtime? I'm going to sleep here?!"

"Didn't Prince Arthur told you?"

"No, he didn't."

"Anyways, please wait at his room, I'll bring your dinner there" she left while you went back to his room.

You found the prince sitting on the window while drinking tea.

"How's the bath?" he asked and smiled brightly.

"Leave that aside and Please excuse my rudeness, please tell me the reason why you brought me here" you said with a serious look.

"You'll find that out soon" was only his reply.

"Now, just eat dinner and sleep"

The maid came with a tray on hands and she placed the plates on the table. You ate without hesitating, you're so hungry after all~

"Thanks for the food"

Arthur yawned "I'm so tired..." he picked you up and laid you down.

'?!' was your reaction

"Just rest, I won't do anything..." he said and pulled the blankets for you.

"Well then, Goodnight my princess" he kissed your forehead.

It was so confusing.
Hmm... I might continue writing lemons because of this :iconcreepyonionplz:

Should I continue? Well... even though you don't want to~ I'll continue this :lol:
(I wrote this with my iPod so... tell me if there's some missing words ^^ yoroshiku na!)

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I was laying on the floor of my study room, eating cookies that was made by Tino's Mom, she visited us this morning while I was still asleep. I was reading my English book because I was bored. I haven't seen him since last month. It's such a pain in the butt, he studies on a different school.



I sighed.



What if he has a girlfriend? He doesn't even share a single story of his love life. Come on! I'm his best friend, doesn't he trust me?



Am I still his best friend?



I was younger by two years. I'm always left out. He has friends, lots of friends and I'm standing here on this cruel planet with only him as my friend. I look like a trash when I'm with him, even though he's cute and fluffy and stuff he's one of the popular boys in his school.



Even at my school! For god damn sake, my classmates always bug me to have his number or the other nordic's number!



Sometimes I feel that he was embarrassed to hang out with a loser like me. He barely makes eye contact with me anymore.



I went downstairs, I forgot to bring water to drink.



I saw my Mom and Dad packing their stuffs. "Where you guys going?" I asked and gulped the water from my cup.



"We're going somewhere for the weekend, Dear." My Mom sweetly smiled at me.



"Can I come with you?" I looked at them with pleading eyes, I don't want to be alone… I'm a scaredy cat.



"Sorry Baby, we'll go with Tino's parents as well… but, Pack your things, you'll be sleeping at their house." My Dad said.



I nodded. As I was going upstairs my mind was blanked out. What if were awkward to each other now?! What if he hates me now?!



I carefully opened my room. I started packing. "_____! Hurry!" My Parents shouted from downstairs.

"Wait~~~~~" I shouted back.



My Parents drove me to Tino's house. Some minutes past and I was there already. His Parents was waiting outside with their bags, ready to go.



"Hello." I bowed and smiled. "We'll go now, Tino's in his room." his mom smiled at me. "By the way if you enter the house sweetie, please lock the doors." She said and I nodded.



"Have fun." I waved at them.



I carried my bag inside and closed the door. Tino had really changed, whenever I go to his house he was the one who always welcomes me and carry my bag inside. Now? He didn't showed up his face when I came.



I left my bag on their living room. I went to Tino's room, before I enter I took a deep breath and knocked on his bedroom door.



        "Come in!" he shouted.



     "Hey." My voice cracked up a little.



        "Oh, ______." He smiled at me. He was laying on his bed.



     "Long time no see." I chucked and sat on his bed. "I know right…" He answered.



AWKWARD SILENCE.



"So how's school?" He asked like I was in some kindergarten school. He always treat me like a ten year old girl even though I was younger by two years.



"It's fine… Still a loner…" I chuckled and smirked. "Does anyone bullies my best friend?" He asked.



Woah. Woah. Woah. I'm still his best friend! I thought he hates me!



I had a little happy party in my mind. "Uhmmm… _____?" He asked while I was smiling like an idiot. "No one's bullying me." I shook my head because I was shocked. He woke me in my daydream.



He stopped laying on his bed and crawled his way beside me and sat. "I'm bored." He smiled cutely. "Me too." I answered.



"____ let's eat." He said and got out of his bed and grabbed my hand and dragged me to the kitchen. "Ya! You little punk, be careful!" I panted and sat on the chair of the kitchen.



He smiled at me and got some ice cream. It was long since I have seen that smile.



"Strawberry, your favourite. I went to the store this morning just to buy that because I know you're going here." He smiled cheekily. "Awww, you remembered me." I said sarcastically. "YA!" He grabbed my spoon before I was gonna scoop ice cream.



"What the—" I looked at him annoyed. "Say thank you first to your handsome best friend." He said.



"Stop being assuming~" I rolled my eyes but laughed. "You hurt my feelings." He pretended to cry. I punched his arms lightly. "Thank you." I laughed.



"Here." He handed my spoon again. "Finally." I blurted out and scooped a spoonful of ice cream.



I was happily eating my ice cream until I saw him staring at me. "Is something wrong?" I asked him.

"Nothing… Nothing at all…" He awkwardly smiled. The fact that you don't know is he was admiring how pretty your lips were and he was tempted to kiss it. "Behave Tino." He whispered.



"Did you say anything?" I tilted my head. "Nothing." He said and scooped another spoon of ice cream.



"Remember when we were kids we always wrestle?" He asked with a smile. "Yeah, it always ended that I was crying." I rolled my eyes. "I miss those times."He said with a big, big grin on his face. He stood up carefully.



"Hold the fuck up, Tino." I stood up as well. Then BOOM! He started chasing me.



We were laughing as I run so he won't get me. "Too slow Tino!" I shouted and jumped over the sofa. "I'll get you!!!" He shouted as well. I looked at him for a split second, unfortunately I tripped over the carpet.



"I got you." he run towards me but he tripped on some item as well and landed on me. Our faces were centimetres away. His soft lips arrowed to mine almost touching. I felt my cheeks burning at our position.



"S-sorry." he stuttered and I saw a crept of pink appearing on his cheeks. "It's okay…" I said and stood up. "Are you okay?" He looked at me, I nodded. "Are you?" I asked. "Y-yeah." He blushed as I stared at his eyes.



"Let's just go watch some movie shall we?" I suggested breaking the atmosphere in this house. He nodded.



"Pick." He handed me some DVDs. "Let's just watch cartoons." I gave the DVDs back.



"You're still a little kid aren't you?" He laughed and ruffled my hair. "As if you don't watch those kind of things." I smirked. He stood up and reached for the remote. I was sitting comfortably on the sofa. "Wow, your majesty this is my house." He said and pushed my legs down the floor and he laid on top of my lap.



"Who told you to lay on my lap?" I asked. "No one. I just want to lay my head on your lap." He said and closed his eyes while smiling like an idiot. This kid. When will he grow up?



He has a pretty face, pretty nose, lips, eyes… He's perfect. I smiled to myself and brushed my hands on his soft hair. "I'm perfect, am I?" He opened his eyes. "You're ugly." I slapped my hand on his forehead.



"Yah! Take that back!" He pouted. "Why would I?" I smiled. "I hate you." He stood up and sat on the other side of the sofa.



"I thought were gonna watch cartoons?" I asked him. "I DON'T WANT TOO." He looked at me annoyed. "Ya! Are you mad?" I threw a pillow at him, he caught the pillow before it hit him "I'm not ugly." He pouted.



"Ok. You won, you're handsome." I smiled and pinched his cheeks. He laughed softly as I slowly sat beside him and put my head on his shoulders.



"It's already 9… let's sleep early." He said with a soft voice. "I'll take bath first, can I?" I asked him. "Oh sure, you know where's the bathroom right?" He asked and I nodded.



As soon that I was finish taking a bath, I took a laced tank top and some black cotton shorts. I blow dried my hair and went straight to Tino's room.



When I entered his room, Baekhyun had his eyes wide open. He was staring at me. "What?" I asked. He shook his head and stared away. He kept stealing glances every minute.



"Let's sleep." He said. I crawled on the side where I was the one nearer on the wall, he laid beside me. We have slept many times with each other before but why is it awkward now? "I'm sorry _____, I guess we'll have to share blankets because my Mom forgot to give me the keys for the cabinet.



I just nodded but deep inside was the scenario of my face burning in red and my nose was bleeding. Would you ever thought that a cute baby faced boy like him suits a very sexy sleeveless shirt? By the way… He was just wearing boxers.



Heaven.



"Good Night." I said and lay on his bed. "Good Night~" He replied and turned off the lights and laid next to me.



I faced the wall because I was too embarrassed to face him on bed. I felt that he can't sleep. He kept on moving. I felt uncomfortable. Slowly I felt something on thighs. I felt hiss warm breathe on the skin of my neck.



Tino was caressing me.



"Ti .. Tino, what are y-you doing?" I stuttered when I felt his hand crept my inner thighs.



"____, you make me go crazy…" He said and left so kisses on my shoulders.He sent shivers to my spine.



"Face me…" I obeyed.



He started kissing my neck. "Ya!" I pushed him off softly. "____, I need to do this already." He started. "Since the time that you started to feel a bit awkward with me… I feel incomplete, I never knew this, you complete me _____. I fell in love with you.." He said and grabbed my face and kissed me deeply.



He went on top of me gaining dominance. My hands went to his neck and pulled him deeper, I let my lips open. His tongue happily entered my mouth, our tongues meet and danced together.



"_____, Let's do it." He said with lustful eyes. I gulped as I look at him, I knew what he meant, I took off my tank top, leaving me with my bra.



"I never knew you were like this…" He looked at my body. I grabbed his hands, I can't take it anymore, I placed his hands on my bra. He blushed. "Do me." I said with my husky voice.



He went closer to me and carefully he unclasped my bra. The time my bra fell off he knead my nipples until it pebbles. He suck it like a hungry baby and the other side, he massages.



"Mhhhmmmaaaahhhmmm~~~" I moaned. I felt his bulge on my area. He grunted by the friction of his erection and boxers, he wants to get out of it.



He stopped sucking breasts and took off my shorts without permission and started fingering me. I arched my back. He inserts another finger stretching me, he pulls it in and out and a fast motion.



I feel a burning sensation inside of me, my walls were tightening. Suddenly hot liquid burst out on his fingers, he licked them. Tino took off his shirt revealing his body. He kissed my neck, he left some love marks.



"____, are you ready?" He asked, I nodded while looking away. "Don't be shy." He kissed my lips then ripped his boxers off.



He held my waist and positioned his member to my entrance, "B-be gentle." I said. "I will." He said and pushed slowly inside of me. I grabbed the bed sheet. "Fuck." I panted and a tear escaped my eyes. He let me adjust to his size and he started pumping.



"Tell me if you want to get faster." He said while he was sweating hard. I closed my eyes shut while feeling our skin slapping. Our moans and the sound of skin slapping filled the room. "Faster, Tino…" I moaned. He made fasten a bit until he can adjust.



"You're so tight." He moaned and put all his might on trusting inside. My hands travelled his head and played with his hair.



I moaned his name over and over making him turned on even more. "Fuckkkkkkkkkkk~" I moaned as I felt his member throbbed inside of me. He massaged one of my breasts. He kissed my neck then panted. "_____, I think I'm gonna c—" Suddenly his phone rang.



"Fuck. Why now?" He said and answered his phone, we stopped. He was still inside him. I looked at him, he was so sexy. "Emil, what is it?!" He answered annoyed. I pushed him, I was on top, Tino looked at me. I smirked a little and kissed his neck softly giving him shivers.



"Y-y-yeah." He answered. I started riding him. Small grunts escaped his mouth. "Are you okay?" I heard Emil asked. "I-I'm okay…" He pant as I ride him. I made him slam his dick deep in me making both of us moan. "Uhm… dude are you sure you're okay?" Emil asked.



"I'm f-fin—" After a few more rides on him, we cummed at the same time. "Aahhh~~~"  He moaned loudly. "What the fuck?! what are you doing?!" Emil shouted. Tino turned off his phone and threw it on the floor.



I hugged him tightly and rolled to my side. "Tino…" I smiled. "I love you." He kissed my forehead. "Hey, you're not my best friend anymore." He said, my smile fell. "You're my girlfriend, is that better?" He chuckled and kissed me. "So… much better." I smiled.



"I thought you were still innocent…" I said while I was hugging him "You turned me like this." He chuckled and embraced me with a warm hug.



"Let's sleep." He said and wrapped our bodies with his blanket. My head lay on his chest while he was hugging waist. "Sleep happily _____…" He said and drifted off. "I will." I pecked him on the lips and slept as well.
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Ah, Valentine's Day. The most romantic day of the year, making every couple await it's arrival eagerly. You just so happened to be one of those people, because you had a certain someone on your wish list. That delicious Frenchman known as Francis, the ultimate flirt. Yes, even though he was a flirtatious pervert, you still loved him. You had been together for about one year, but that didn't seem to effect his flirting ways. Women, or even men, he tried spreading the love everywhere. And quite honestly, you were getting sick of it. You never once did anything of the sorts, so he shouldn't as well.

So for your first Valentine's Day with him, you had a plan. You were going to make him only want you, to beg and plea for just you. Make his eyes burn with that undying love and lust for only you to see. Your special gift will have this Frenchman wrapped around your slender little finger.

Right now, you both were at one of his fancy restaurants to celebrate your first Valentine's Day together. You had made sure to put on your most sexiest black dress, making his eyes trail your stunning form with hungry, lust filled gazes. It hugged your body in the most pleasing ways for his lingering stare, teasing him greatly when you walked by with a sway of beautiful hips. The end would rise with each step you made, showing just enough of your thighs to get his mouth watering to a great extent. Especially when you accidentally dropped your hand-held purse, bending over in front of him to pick it back up.

So far, your naughty little plan was going smooth. Even if he was flirting with the waitress, you would gain his attention back by letting your leg slowly brush up against his. That look he would give you each time made sensational shivers flow through your body like a newly made river, making you want to hurry along with this yummy plan, playing heated scenes within your not-so-innocent mind.

"Ma chérie, are you enjoying yourself? Would you like to leave and skip dinner for my dessert? Honhonhon~" He let's his right hand slither up your leg, stopping a little too close near your inner thigh. Playfully, you slap his hand away, batting your eyelashes with a small pout coming across your succulent lips.

"But I really wanted to try their strawberry tart. Oh, and  Francis, you may look all you want, but no touching...For now, that is." You whisper lowly in his ear when speaking your last sentence, causing his lips to twitch into a seductive smirk. The thoughts running through his mind showed clearly on his face, and you wondered if he'd  pounce you right there, in front of everyone. You wouldn't put it pass him to do such a thing in public either.

"Your mouth says those words, but your body is telling me otherwise. J'ai envie de toi, ma chérie." Oh, that delightful accent could weaken any girl to his every needing demand. But you weren't going to be one of those girls tonight. No, he will be the one pleading with desperation. Thinking that, you put on your sweetest, innocent smiles. Hiding your true, devilish, feelings.

"Really? Well, it's also saying how hungry it is. Will you not answer to my body's needs?" You lean on the table facing him, placing your chin onto your closed hands with the table supporting your elbows. By doing this, you had given him a better view of your glorious cleavage. Ah, he was giving you that look again, very amusing. Now you had his attention fully on you, not even glancing at the waitress as she delivered your order. He had been so caught up with observing you, he had not placed a order. So only you had gotten dessert, strawberry tart.

He didn't seem bothered by this, not with the way you were slowly eating the strawberries. You would eye your tasty treat before letting your tongue lick around it. Then, bite the tip off and begin sucking it's juices. He would watch the way it's liquid sweetness ran down your chin, dripping onto your breast. If you were correct, he'd make a dash out of here with you in three....two...

"It is time for us to leave, now! Don't worry, I have already paid!" Not even giving you the time to blink an eye, he had you in his arms bridal style. Leaning into your ear, he whispers strongly in a husky tone of voice with that lustful glint sparking his baby blue irises. "I will answer to your body's hunger myself. Each need, I will please."

( Le, honhonhon, time skip~)

After arriving home, quite quickly since he drove at full speed while passing red lights, did he have you pinned to the wall. At once, he crashed his lips to yours in a fiercely passionate kiss. His hands were reaching for your dress's zipper, but you kept your back pressed firmly against the hallway's wall. Opening one eye slightly, you noticed his are closed. Perfect.

Before he could pull you into the bedroom, he felt something being held near his noes. Also, that your hands had removed themselves from his golden locks. Suddenly, his head started feeling light and his vision was blurring quickly. Falling to his knees, then left side, the last thing he saw was your growing smile.

Two hours since then, did he finally awake, sitting upright on something hard and cold. He still felt light headed, vision still a bit unclear. But when trying to rise himself, Francis found that he was unable to do so. Eyes widening, he tugged his wrist, which were tied to the metal chair's handles. He tried again to free himself, not having any success since the knots were too tightly made. Scanning the room, he noticed strawberries, whip cream, scissors, and many other things on a table next to his king sized  bed. Finally, he realized you were no where to be seen among these things.

Did someone break in and did something to you? Were you hurt? Kidnapped? No...It was coming back to him, that memory of you before he fell unconscious. You had something to do with this, because that smile could only be described as...lustfully playful. But you wouldn't go as far to actually use chloroform on him, right? You were so innocent, meaning he'd be the one seducing you into bed each time you both shared intimate moments. So you couldn't have done this...?

Hearing the door opening, his thought bubble burst when he snapped his head in it's direction. You were there, leaning on the door's frame with crossed arms, smirking deviously. Except there was something different about your appearance. Instead of wearing your body-hugging black dress, you had on a tightly made, low cut, blue sweater. Also, you were sporting a cute, short, white skirt that didn't leave much to the imagination. Especially not to this Frenchman's overactive mind.

"Looks like sleeping beauty finally awoke. Now, I have an offer for you." The way you walked up to him, swaying your body seductively, smirk widening devilishly, he could feel his lower regions hardening uncontrollably as tiny drops of perspiration fell from his temple. He didn't know what brought on this naughty side of yours, but he definitely wasn't going to be complaining any time soon.

"Surely, you wouldn't refuse such a proposition." You say in a barely heard whisper next to his right ear, nipping it before you began circling him. His burning gaze followed your enticing form intently, already seeing images of your ripped clothing on his bedroom's carpeted floor. Until, you ceased your lion-like stalking. Stopping behind him, you snake both arms around his neck, laying your head onto his slightly shaking shoulder.

"Would you like your own strip show for Valentine's Day? But first, you must say please." You take hold of his earlobe, pulling it gently between your teeth as you begin nibbling. You remove your hands from his neck, letting them fall onto his well shaped chest. You slid them slowly, causing his shaking to increase from shivering out of pleasure. Your fingers work their way back up, his shirt's end coming along as well, lightly brushing his smooth skin. You couldn't lift it off, not with his hands being tied to the chair's handles, so you reach for the nearby scissors glinting next to you on his maple colored table.

Giggling, you step back in front of him. Without a second thought, you straddle him by placing both legs on either side of his waist. Thighs squeezing firmly, you cut up the middle of his light blue dress shirt, slicing it until all of his stunning torso was exposed to your eyes only. Throwing the scissors  aside while dipping your head down, you lick his pink nipple before blowing cool air on it, whispering... "Say please if you'd like your gift to be unwrapped..."

"P-Please! Do not tease me in such a way, ma chérie!" His head falls back, moaning lowly in his throat as you play with the zipper of his darker blue dress pants while licking small circles around his upper chest. You could feel just how much this was effecting him by pushing your finger inside of the let down zipper. You swirl it a bit, causing that moan to burst from his throat's confinement.

"Don't make demands." You bite his neck somewhat hard, good enough to leave a small mark. "Say please like you mean it." Grasping the end of your sweater, you teasingly lift it back and forth upwards, showing glimpses of your creamy looking stomach. You feel his harden worsen as he bucks harshly upward, making a mixture of moans and squeaks fall upon his ears from you.

"Please...!" He gasped when you rolled your hips strongly against his erect member, tugging his tied hands fiercely for release. He wanted to touch you, so very badly. But mostly, he wanted your sweet taste. Never had he craved for such a thing before, but with you...it's all he could think about. Your sweetness made his body scream with ever lasting pleasure, making him hungry for more each passing day he went without it's appetizing taste.

"You're getting there..." Smirking, you finally removed your sweater, putting it behind Francis neck as you hold the sleeves ends. Pulling them down, also making his head go as well, you let him bury his face into your cleavage. You giggle at the tickling sensation caused by his somewhat hairy chin, getting little moans in response. You jump a bit when you feel his warm tongue licking every inch it was able to reach, giving you an idea.

You grab one of the strawberries from it's bowl, your breathing picking up little by little as he begins nipping. Gently lifting his head, you place the strawberry between your breast before pushing him back. He takes the hint immediately, biting it's middle so the juicy fruit would explode it's liquid goodness onto your heated body. He lapped up as much as his skilled tongue could, you raising your hands to get lost in his silky locks.

This went on for another minute until you lifted yourself up from his lap, standing once again before him. "Say please for a sneak peek of your present, mon amour." You raised your left foot and placed it between his legs, letting it push into his throbbing member teasingly light. You thought his pants might rip open at any giving moment by the size of his growing erection, it made you feel incredibly pleased, knowing that you're the one who is causing it.

"S'il te plait! S'il te plait!" He begs desperately, shaking his head side to side dramatically. Make him beg for you in utter desperation.

Complete.

With your mission of getting him to beg desperately finished, you let the tiny little skirt drop slowly down your cleaned shaved legs, even your red panties fell along too. Oh, that look brightening his facial features was priceless. You thanked your lucky stars he was bound by rope, or else he would have taken you then and there without no questions asked.

Looking down at him, you knew those pants had to go, thus, making you do exactly what you did before to his dress shirt. Slicing his boxers to pieces as well. Which shocked you that he was even wearing any kind of underwear in the first place.

You sit back on his lap, eyes glinting playfully at his rather lustful ones. Grasping his shoulders, you begin grinding your lower self against his tantalizingly, but not letting him inside of you. Not only was he moaning quite loudly, you found yourself doing the same as you felt him start grinding upward rapidly, trying to find your soaking opening. Your body was set to flames when both of your speed increased greater, your moans mixing together to create an almost musical sound.

As you were doing this, you unclasped your matching red bra, throwing it over your shoulder while placing your hands around his neck, shoving your face into the left side of it. Breathing in his rose-like scent, you moan loudly when he finally discovered his long awaited Valentine's Day present. Slipping inside of you, your nails dig into him as he begins bucking harshly. Your moaning soon turns to screams at his growing passion, face flushed and breathing uncontrollably.

You felt his mouth drop towards your chest, hungrily devouring your delectable right nipple. He bit it between his teeth, tugging it while letting his tongue swirl unique patterns from time to time. You could feel his own body heated immensely from thrusting so desperately, the sensation of your releases coming on tenfold.

You felt as if you couldn't get enough air into your lungs even though you were breathing so exceedingly. His own breathing was quickening when you began pushing further into him, now having every inch of the harden Eiffel tower inside of you. Making your grinding become bouncing extremely rapid.

Sweat was making your bodies stick closer together, and the feeling of his soft lips running kisses up your collar bone, sucking hard enough to leave red love marks that only he could create, made your stomach twist with tremendous pleasure. Even more so when his lips finally met yours in a intense, sensational kiss.

You weren't going to let him win dominance so easily. You push his tongue further into his throat using your own, then try sliding it to the right. He stops this by gently biting yours, twisting it in a tangled war. You feel him push back into your mouth, crashing your tongue against the roof of your mouth. He then proceeded with exploring his newly won territory.

It annoyed you at first that he had beaten you, but it was all too soon forgotten when he began rolling his hips, causing you to scream out his name while never breaking the lustful kiss. You also let your hips roll, making him hit a certain sensitive spot that had your head spinning from the fantastic sensation.

If bliss was heaven sent, it must have thrown itself into you as your walls clenched around his shaft. The feeling of his seed spilling into you felt amazing, both of you thrusting a few more times until you finally collapsed onto his heavily breathing form, resting your head on his rising chest. Listening to his beating heart, you were about to fall into a blissful sleep, even though you were in a sitting position.

"I love you, Francis."

But when you felt two arms wrapped themselves around your waist tightly, a loud scream came running out from your mouth...He snapped the ropes....he was free....

"Je t'aime tellement, (Name.) Bonne Saint Valentin. But now, it is time for you to receive your own beautiful present. I'm still hungry for dessert, honhonhon~"

Oh shit...

You're screwed...

Literally.
Requested by :icongmd-girl93:

Hetalia © Hidekaz Himaruya

Song inspiration. [link]

Ma chérie = My dear (Thanks soulmadnesslove!)

J'ai envie de toi, ma chérie = I want you, my dear

Mon amour = My love

S'il te plait = Please

Je t'aime tellement = i love you so much

Bonne Saint Valentin = Happy Valentine's Day

Sorry for any errors! Please tell me if I got them wrong! No, I didn't use France's accent because I didn't want to butcher it! It's too sexy! *Is a lover of France accents*
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Ya know, when it comes to lemons, I'll hold back...But with France, my mind pretty much screamed "F*CK IT!" and this happened....

Lemons I've read always have the guy doing most of the stuff, so me being my non-normal self, I let Reader-chan get her sexy on. But come on, the guys shouldn't be the only ones who get to have fun, right? :iconfrancegimmegimme: Also, I have no idea how strip teasers work, so I'm sorry to any out there... (France: :iconheplz: ) Oh, and I might write a sequel...France didn't give you his gift, and neither have used the whip cream... :iconhonhonhonplz:

After all the fluffy stuff I've been writing, I'm gonna write something with sadness/yandere next!!!!!! :iconkillitplz:

Oh yeah, and I thought about writing a random, cracked up story for when I have writers block.

The reader (That's you, hahaha. :iconamericaderpplz: ) gets a new America plushie. And while in your room, you wish he was real, and that he was madly in-love with you. Next day, some dude you don't know is making themselves at home in your kitchen!

Sneak peek:

"HOLY SHIZ! SOME HOT COSPLAYER BROKE IN! Mom, get my nunchucks! I got some ass to kick!"

So yeah, if I get enough comments, I'll write it! xD Now, after writing this, I need to clean my mind of these thoughts! So I'm gonna cuddle up to my Alfred plushie in my bed! Wait...Alfred...My bed...OH SHI-:iconovariesplz:
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The windows slammed open. You bolted upright in bed as rain cascaded heavily outside, making the air chill. You jumped out of bed and ran towards the window, reaching to close it. You froze as your fingers wrapped around the clasp.
Out on the sea was that dreaded boat. The haunting symbol of your village's sworn enemy.
A British Pirate Ship; owned by the notorious Captain Kirkland.
You threw on your coat and a pair of pants, pulling on your boots as you stumbled in the storm outside. You scurried along the path to one house and pounded your fist on the door.
An albino man swung the door open and glared at you.
"It is ze middle of ze night, _______, vat ze hell do you vant?" Gilbert hissed, rubbing his eyes. You pointed out to the sea, the water rolling violently. His eyes wandered to where you were pointing.
"They're here. Captain Kirkland has found us." His eyes widened.
"Verdamnit! Get in here," he pulled you inside and pointed to a wardrobe.
"Our weapons are in there, newly sharpened and shined." He gave a curt laugh before running into his room. You turned and ripped open the doors, searching franticly. You removed the two scabbards.
Gilbert came back out dressed in his own Pirate attire.
"Attacking my home, that bastard is using foul play. How dare he! Gilbert snatched up his sword and turned to you.
"Ready, _______?" You smirked.
"Let's take that damn limey down!" You said.
Gilbert ran out and started pounding on the doors of his crew, shouting that Captain Kirkland was invading. You looked back to the ship and saw the light of lanterns and torches approaching the hill towards your town.
Panic was finally starting to grip your heart with its icy fingers.
You had been friends with Gilbert for years. You worked on his ship and went out on the sea constantly. The town kept you safe when the warmer months were over and it was too cold to sail. The colder months were spent helping the town get through the harsh and bitter winters. One person always made too hard to sail the seas, though.
Captain Arthur Kirkland, the most feared man on the seven seas. He relentlessly attacked your ship; the man found you and Gilbert as some sort of threat.
You had just settled back in. Yo9u were home. Why was he here? Was he finally going to kill you and your German friend?
"_______! Go through the woods and see their position. Don't go too close." The lightning illuminated the Pirate's worried features. You bit your lip and nodded to him.
You ran through the thick trees, trying your hardest to be quiet, but with the winter coming fast, every footstep was like a cannon fire. The woods lined the path to the village, so you would be able to stalk to fleet of pirates.
The torch light was getting closer to you. Hushed voices were carried out like echoes.
"Where did he go?"
"I don't know, but he said to keep going."
"Let's burn this place."
"And that infuriating Captain."
There were cheers throughout the night, deafening in the silence. You turned and ran back as fast as possible. They were going to kill Gilbert!
You saw the opening ahead of you, your albino friend waiting. His face lit up seeing that you had not been spotted.
"___—" Gilbert started before you felt something cold and sharp press to your neck. In a matter of seconds your hands were being held behind your back in a painful position. The captor was breathing down your neck. You could feel him smirking coyly.
"Let go of her, you damn limey!" Gilbert spat, pulling out his blade.
"Ah, ah, ah. Don't go anything that you think you'll regret." The steel pressed closer to your skin, biting it.
Captain Kirkland gave a chuckle that sounded like tinkling glass.
"Let. Her. Go." Gilbert said, his voice a low and deadly growl. Captain Kirkland's breath was hot on your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
"Now, now, Gilbert. You don't want to say anything that might set me off. I can kill her if I want. Do as I say and she might live to see tomorrow." You watched your friend's expression. He was nervous, thinking things out.
"What do you want?" his voice cracked, betraying him and showing his desperation.
"I was going to take your life, watch you be tormented in front of the people whom respected you." His voice was coy, laced with deception.
"Then do it you bastard!" Gilbert spat.
Arthur's eyes travelled up and down your body, making you feel all kinds of uncomfortable.
"Hm, no. If I take her with me, it would be more amusing." Your heart quickened its pace.
"I'd rather die than be in the presence of a damn limey!" He laughed harshly in your ear, making you cringe.
"Don't you dare! I'm giving you one last chance to let her go."
Gilbert looked as if he could take on the devil and win. It made you consider being afraid of him.
The scabbard at your throat dropped and you were about to tear away when you heard gun fire. Gilbert screamed and dropped to the ground, clutching his mangled shoulder.
You stared, wide eyed, at your friend.
Before your world could go dark, rope bound your  hands and Captain Kirkland grabbed you by the hair, dragging you along.
"Gilbert! Gil, get up! You have to, don't die on me now! Please, please!" Arthur pulled your through the woods, tree branches whipping your face.
Voices grew louder, then passed as his crew filed up the hill with a murderous intent.
He yanked you forward, causing you to stumble. The Captain pulled you back up roughly and took you to the docks.
Arthur drug you up the plank onto his ship and threw you into his cabin below the deck. You turned enough to take in your surroundings.
It was moderately sized and there were riches, maps and weapons. One thing caught your eye.
The map behind his desk had certain pinpointed areas – one being your village. The others seemed to be the places your ship had sailed to or attacked within the last four months. You stared in utter surprise.
He was following you.
There was a click behind you and footsteps coming closer. The rope binding your hands hit the wood.
"Get up." He ordered. You sat there, ignoring his request, sure he would be angry. Captain Kirkland pulled you up by the arm and threw you towards his bed. You collapsed onto the cot.
"What is your name?" he asked, nearing you. You stayed quiet, glaring at him for a moment before your gaze fell to the floor.
"_______." You muttered. The Briton grasped your chin and pulled your face to his.
"Very pretty. It suits you." He followed your wandering gaze to the map and grinned. "I have been hunting him down for quite some time, your friend. See, he has stolen something form me. A heart." You raised an eyebrow.
"I fell in love with a woman in a town I had visited. I stayed longer than was needed to watch her. I wanted her so badly, but never could talk to her. Then one day he took her away to the sea. I couldn't give her up. So, for years I have wanted my revenge, and until now I never knew where my love had ended up. But now, I don't need to kill him to get to her. She became part of his crew."
The Captain pushed you down and kissed you roughly.
"I've found you," He slipped his hands into yours, putting them above your head. The man's lips travelled down your jawline to your neck.
You bit back a moan as he sucked on your neck. The man continued to search until you moaned loudly. Arthur sucked and nipped on the sweet spot, earning an abundance of noises.
Captain Kirkland's nimble fingers traced the curves of your body before gently undoing the buttons on your shirt. Now that your hands free they were entangled in his messy blonde locks.
The Briton looked at your now exposed chest and licked his lips. He lightly ran his fingers up your sides, making you shiver.
"So beautiful…"
The man hooked a finger into your pants and pulled them down, flinging them to god knows where.
"Say my name." he muttered huskily.
"Arthur." You whispered. What you were doing was wrong. He hurt your best friend, yet it seemed like it was the right thing to do.
"Louder." He breathed, playing with your breasts. The man took one in his mouth and ran his tongue over the sensitive skin.
"A-Arthur!" you yelped. Said man slipped off your panties and rid himself of his clothes. It was quite obvious he wanted you now.
Arthur positioned himself at your entrance and met your gaze. You nodded, against what your conscious was screaming at you. Only your body was in control. He entered you and tried not to scream at the pain.
He kissed you deeply until you had become used to him. He began to move slowly, rocking his hips steadily. You moaned loudly and watched his with lust filled eyes.
It soon became achingly too slow. "F-faster," you groaned. The pirate obeyed and quickened. The continuous waves of pleasure sent you over the edge as your screamed his name for the world to hear. You soon came and Arthur was close behind, his warm seed filling you.
He pulled out and collapsed onto you.
"I…I love you." He said breathlessly.
You nuzzled your face into his chest and sighed. You wouldn't return those feelings. You were realizing what you had done and it was like a steam engine hitting you head on. You would regret this. But somehow, you didn't want to. Maybe you could learn to love him…maybe.
Dayum! This took for fuking ever! 8 pages in my notebook, four on word, even after I took out an enTIRE PARAGRAPH.
It is a request for :iconsrcpcsoha:. It turned into a lemon somehow but I am putting only a warning on it because a lot of minors like to read this stuff and I don't judge. It doesn't have to be blocked so, yeah.
Too much words!

England is not mine and sadly neither are you.
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Ok, before we begin, your Ludwig's girlfriend, and your REALLY good at dirty talk, so good it's a little ridiculous and we all know most things ridiculous are pretty funny, so believe me when I say this is worth reading. I've been wanting to do this for awhile and yes, it's cheesy, but please don't hate me, I just had to get it out of my system!

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You haven't seen Ludwig for awhile and you miss him, so you make a last minute plan to meet him for some small talk and coffee at your favorite cafe. You grab your cute, button-down grey rain coat and run through your pouring yard, racing to get into your car. You drive a short yet practical distance, listening to half of the song Hot & Cold by Katy Perry and half of the song Bad Romance by Lady Gaga before your there. You race into the cafe and sit down at the corner table by a window. You order two coffees and wait for your boyfriend to arrive. After a few minutes of small sips and daydreams, you hear the door open and look up to see Ludwig looking around for you. Your heart nearly stops at the sight. You raise your hand as casually as you can and try not to squeal when he sees you, smiling as his sky blue eyes meet your twinkling(color) ones.
'did he not see the rain outside?' You ask yourself in your head.
Ludwig is wearing a dark, wet black sweatshirt slightly unzipped, jeans and black sneakers, and you notice he's wearing his iron cross, as usual. His normally slicked back hair is messy and sticks to his neck and forehead with water. You replace a squeal with a gasp as best you can and slowly let it out with shuddering breaths when Ludwig sits and runs his fingers through his extremely watery blonde hair.

"Hallo." He greets in his low voice.

You smile as smoothly as possible,"Hey."

You slide the second, untouched coffee to him.

"Danke."

"Sure!"

Ludwig grabs a straw from the middle of the table and pokes it into a hole in the cap of the coffee. His golden locks start to fall in front of his eyes as he sips the hot liquid, and your eyes widen with every drop that falls. From his hair... To his cheek... To his lips... Or maybe his chin... to the table...
Ludwig's eyes glance up and you blush, turning your head so he won't see your pink face. He sits back and must be nervous, since he attempts to smooth back his hair again.
'that's cute...' You think to yourself.

"So," He begins,"How have you been?"

"Good! I've missed you, though." You smile.

He nods,"Same." Cue to mirror your smile.

You decide this formal talk thing is awkward and summon enough courage to take your talk to the next level.

"Nice sweatshirt." You compliment.

Ludwig looks down as if he's forgotten what he was wearing and had to make sure you were correct.

"Danke..."

"Can I talk you out of it?"

You both laugh quietly at the cheesy pickup line.

Ludwig shakes his head, as if to shake the laughter away, sprinkling you with warm droplets,"Vhy?"

You sigh. Enough is enough and you've got to speak the truth,"Because dammit, your making me thirsty, ok?"

Ludwig blushes and looks away, his face a deep red.

You laugh,"I'm serious!"

Ludwig chuckles but doesn't look your way,"You have coffee right in front of you!"

You laugh at how literal what your about to say is, on so many levels,"You know how hot you are right now?"

Ludwig smooths back his hair and looks the other way, not answering, so you continue.

"Well your making me hot just looking at you, and that's the same way i'm thirsty!" You blush,"Luddy, your killing me, please?"

Ludwig shakes his head and looks down,"Von't be any better, but ok."

He slowly unzips the jacket and tucks it between himself and the wall. You face-palm.

"Ok, your right, put it back on."

"Nein."

Your surprised at how casual that was, but don't remove your palm from shielding your eyes from the hot mess before you.

"Why?"

"Look at me."

You hesitantly peak and are met with a lusty gaze,"Jacket shtays off." Then he smiles and you laugh.

"GOD Ludwig!" So your forced to stare.

Forced to stare at probably THE worst thing your boyfriend has ever worn-an already tight, thin white T-Shirt. Of course, don't wear anything underneath, no no!
The T-Shirt outlines every bulging muscle on Ludwig's toned abs and chest and pretty much whole body above his waist.

Ludwig grabs the T-Shirt and for a moment, your scared he'll take it off(although what would it matter he's practically shirtless already you call that a shirt?), but he only pulls it in a quick motion in an attempt to get air to his torso, but the shirt sticks tightly still.

"Your right, it's hot in here, ja?" You giggle at Ludwig's German accent.

He stops when he sees you staring, then laughs out loud,"Vhat are you gawking at vith your mouth vide open, eh?"

You wet your lips(you can't help it, your mouth is watering!) and look down, feeling the blood shoot to your ears,"You know."

"No I don't~" Ludwig says with a teasing smile.

You return mischievously,"My half-naked boyfriend sitting at my favorite cafe across from me smiling like an idiot that I somehow find EXTREMELY sexy. There. I said it." You playfully stick your tongue out.

"Vhat now?" Ludwig points to you,"You haven't taken yours off."

"Yes I have."

"Vhat you have on."

"I have barely anything on under this!" Ludwig smiles and you blush,"S-so i'm not taking it off..."

"ZHAT'S vhat I vanted to hear!"

"Shut it, perv."

"I'm not a perv!"

"You can be!"

Ludwig didn't answer to that.

After some silence, your boyfriend decides to break it,"I bet you ten bucks you can be pervier."

You nodded, and let Ludwig know you've accepted by leaning over the table unnecessarily far so that Ludwig is nearly sniffing your cleavage,"Hard-not as hard as you right now though."

Before Ludwig can turn to hide his blush, you grab his soft cheeks and deeply kiss him. His hands touch your face, moving a strand of(color) hair behind your ear and copying you, while you wrap your arms around your boyfriend's neck. You part for air and that's when you take the opportunity to whisper in Ludwig's ear.

"I want to lick hot fudge off your naked body." You whisper slowly, emphasizing key words, and tenderly slide your hands as far as you can reach from Ludwig's neck to his back down that 'shirt'.
Then you retreat, sit back for a moment, then grab your coat and stand. Ludwig copies you. You both race to the door, unable to wait any longer. You don't even make it to the car before he pulls you into the nearest alley and pins you against the wall with his hips, holding your wrists and kissing you roughly.

-several hours later-

You lye on your grey raincoat breathing hard, letting the water fall on your face, attempting to cool your steamy body. Ludwig drops beside you with a huff, and you lye there in silence.

"You owe me ten bucks."

"ja, ja."
someone on DA calculated how large Germany's chest should be, using height measurements and such and apparently his chest measurement is 55.7 in.

So I looked that up. for a man of his height he should be 52.7 in (according to a work out website) and a man of his measurement should be 6ft 5 in tall. Also I looked at this t-shirt website and they had shirts for people w/ chests up to 52 in. so Germany is literally off the charts.
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"(Name), I'm home!" Your husband, Ludwig called as he entered the front door.

Ludwig had an exasperated look on his naturally stern features, the long and stressful day at work making him feel exhausted.  As he kicked off his shoes, Ludwig ran a hand through his light blonde hair to slick back a few strands that had fallen out of place from the anxiety of his previous meeting.  Letting out a sigh of relief to know he had made it back home, his senses picked up on the smell of wurst and potatoes coming from the kitchen, making his stomach slightly rumble eagerly for dinner.  You heard Ludwig announce his return from work, as you were preoccupied cooking his favorite meal; excited at the fact that you were wearing a white frilly apron just like what maids wore, just for him.  Aside from the fact that you knew he enjoyed maid cafes, what made it so special was because you had decided not to wear anything with it not even underwear or a bra, just a pair of (fav. color) high heels.

"Welcome home, Ludwig~" you greeted to Ludwig, smiling brightly with an innocent expression when you saw his face light up at the sight of you.

You could've sworn that you spotted him drooling a bit, the feeling of success rushing like adrenaline when you knew that your little charm worked.  Ludwig's sky blue eyes snapped wide open when he saw you in nothing but a frilly maid's apron and a pair of high heels, even his jaw dropped when he realized you weren't even wearing lingerie underneath.

"(N-Name), what is all this?" He stuttered, his bashfulness making you laugh before you turned your attention back to cooking.

"Oh, I just thought that I should do something to reward you for working so hard," you replied sweetly, "I knew that you were feeling stressed, so hopefully this will make you feel better."  

Ludwig stared at you for a moment, and smiled warmly from your loving gesture.  Calming down from the surprise he had come home to, your husband wrapped his arms around your waist as he rested his chin on your bare shoulder.

"You didn't have to do this for me, liebling," Ludwig proclaimed, you shiver at the tingling sensation from his warm breath on your skin.  

"Well too bad, I did it anyways," you beamed, making him chuckle at your feisty retort.

"Why else did you do all this?" He asked, his naturally deep tone lowering as he began talking into your ear.

"Just because I love you," you responded as your lips started to curl into a sly grin.

Hearing you say such sweet things made his heart throb, exhaustion now fading and being replaced with something much more stimulating.  Setting up a timer to let the food simmer, you set it down on counter nearest to the stove and turned around to return Ludwig's embrace.  

"Danke, meine liebe," Ludwig grinned, one of his arms now wrapped around your waist while his free hand tilted your chin up slightly to look up at him.

Leaning down slightly, the gap between you and Ludwig's lips closed as his encased yours.  You couldn't help but smile at how sweet and tender the kiss was, angling your head a bit to better connect your lips to his and increase the sensuous feeling between you two that made him melt under your affection.  Your hands now rested on his firm biceps, lightly bringing him closer with each small tug of his shirtsleeves.  A blush crept onto your complexion when Ludwig's warm tongue painted your lower lip; making you open your eyes to meet his passionate aqua gaze.  Parting your lips to grant him access, you shivered as his tongue met yours and explored every inch of your mouth slowly.  

Before his slippery appendage could leave, you caught it gingerly between your teeth to flick the tip of his tongue with yours, briefly sucking on it until you were rewarded with a few low moans of approval from Ludwig.  Finally the two of you departed for air, ignoring the illusive string of saliva that still connected you and Ludwig.

DING!

Suddenly the timer went off, startling you both and bringing your minds back to earth.  To Ludwig's displeasure, he had to let go of you so that you could serve dinner, a frown of disappointment also wilting your smile from having to break you and your husband's embrace.  

"We can resume after dinner," you whispered to him, the flush returning to his cheeks when you nibbled his ear.

Dinner started out slightly awkward at first, occasionally you managed to catch Ludwig staring; his eyes darting down to his plate whenever you caught him staring at your cleavage that was tantalizingly uncovered by the heart-shaped front of the apron each time you leaned over to take a bite of your food.  When you and Ludwig had finished eating, he took a seat in his favorite armchair to try calming down while you casually started washing the dishes.  Just as Ludwig's eyes began to close, he nearly jumped out of his seat when he heard you yelp.

"(Name), what happened?!" Ludwig demanded in concern, wondering what could've caused such a startle as he entered the kitchen in a hurry.

He skidded to a halt when you turned around to face him, your arms crossed over your chest that had gotten soaked along with most of the apron.

"I got splashed with cold water, that's what happened," you replied with a frown.

Ludwig started to drool again over the sight of you, slowly yet surely approaching you with his hands slightly reaching out.

"Let me see," he implored gently, making sure to have your consent.

Reminding yourself that this was your husband and that you were always able to be yourself around him, you hesitantly uncrossed your arms to reveal the now wet top part of your apron.  Ludwig's eyes darted down to your bust, his face beginning to turn red when he saw that the chilling water made your nipples perk up under the dripping fabric.  

"Is it that bad?" You finally asked, snapping the German out of his thoughts to make him look up into your worried (e/c) eyes.

"N-Nein," he stuttered, averting his gaze to avoid making you feel uncomfortable.

You giggled at your husband's bashfulness, finding it positively adorable whenever Ludwig became shy in your presence just like the first day you both had met each other.  Walking forward, you took Ludwig's hands in yours and affectionately looked up at him.  

"I love you, Ludwig," you told him sincerely, one of your hands trailing its way up to grab his tie.

Ludwig's breath hitched at your loving words, his heart racing as he choked up.  When he opened his mouth to try and say that he loved you too, you gave his tie a small tug.  Ludwig's angelic blue eyes widened when his lips reconnected with yours; not expecting you to use his tie as a makeshift leash to bring him down to kiss you.  Eagerly, Ludwig pressed his lips against yours in response while his hands grabbed onto your hips and brought you closer to him.  You and Ludwig were once again lost in bliss during your hot make out, too deep in the heat of the moment to notice Ludwig was slowly bringing your hand down to the crotch of his pants.

Only until you had to pull away for air did you notice the seductive yet devious smirk plastered on his face, his eyes boring into you with desire as you took in his rarely seen smile.  

"(Name), you naughty girl," he purred, "Look what you're doing to me."

You felt your face heat up and your head go fuzzy as he held your hand, moving it along with his to stroke his hardening arousal.  Ludwig bit his lower lip as a pleasured hiss sounded when he inhaled through his perfect teeth, and you could already feel your core becoming hot.  As you giggled, Ludwig released your hand to grab your ass.  Letting out a silent gasp, he recaptured your mouth while linking your legs around his waist, a passionate lust flaring inside you like fire when your pelvis grinded against his bulge as he lifted you up.  You could feel Ludwig's heart race against your chest from how closely you were pressed up against him, the tingling sensation of his lips against yours as he let out a heated groan making you shudder in approval.

You couldn't help but tense up when he set you down on the cold countertop, but the chilling surface was instantly erased from your mind once you felt Ludwig's soft lips caressing, biting and licking your neck.  Slipping a hand around you, Ludwig gradually undid your apron straps, the feeling of his fingertips preciously stroking your skin making your womanhood ache wantonly as you panted and moaned from his kisses making their way down to your collar.  Tossing the apron somewhere on the floor, Ludwig's hand roamed down your thigh while the other started fondling your engorged breast as he latched onto the other with his mouth; rolling his moistened tongue around the small bud.  You let out a surprised gasp when Ludwig inserted one of his fingers inside you, unintentionally clenching your walls as he admired the slippery yet firm inner muscles.  After letting out a more relaxed sigh, Ludwig progressively thrust three of his fingers into your wet opening; pumping faster while his thumb rubbed your clitoris as the tips of his large fingers brushed over your special spot.

"You seem to be enjoying this, liebling," he cooed, his breathing equally labored as yours from the heat between your bodies.

To your disappointment, Ludwig's fingers left your dripping core.  After hungrily sucking your juices off of his digits, you gawked at your husband as his cold blue eyes that were now glazed with lust met your gaze and it made you shudder as if those eyes were staring into your very soul.  Pulling his wallet out from the pocket of his work pants, he removed the condom that you had planted in the dollar compartment of the brown leather holder.

"I suppose this was your way of hinting?" Ludwig chuckled lowly, you even giggled along at your little clue.  Craning his neck down until his lips were close to your ear, he whispered in a sultry growl. "I'm going to fuck you long und hard, you dirty girl."

You began to flush at this, ogling Ludwig as he unzipped his pants to take out his thick hard on; licking his lips knowing that you were admiringly staring him down, Ludwig tantalizingly slipped the condom onto his throbbing member.  

"I don't mind whether you still have your pants on or not," you commented between pants, "but let me remove that unneeded layer of cloth before we get busy."

Ludwig's breath hitched the moment you rested your palms against his rippling pectorals, watching anxiously as you loosened his necktie.  You flashed an enticing smile up at Ludwig; your alluring (e/c) eyes taking in the sight of your German's horny flushed face as you teasingly unbuttoned his damp shirt one by one at an agonizingly slow pace.  Finally when the last button was undone, Ludwig shrugged off the offending article of clothing; now standing before you in his trousers, and loosened tie with his flawless light blonde hair disheveled over his forehead.

"Roll over," he commanded.

Obliging to his playful dominance, you flipped over to lay on your stomach; remembering to unwrap your legs around Ludwig's waist before turning on the solid counter.  Now bent over with your upper body supported, you waited as Ludwig took a firm hold of your hips, and positioned himself between your legs to line the head of his twitching cock with your heated core.  Just before he gave his first thrust, the towering German lurched over your form; one of his large hands taking a firm hold of your smaller one as he whispered in your ear.

"Ich liebe dich, (Name)," he murmured huskily, your grip on his hand tightening when he snapped his hips to send his thick, veined erection inside your tight orifice.

You let out a long, howling moan when he entered you.  Tears of ecstasy leaked down your warm, fevered cheeks as Ludwig began pounding into your tight heat from behind.  Your panting becoming heavier as he moved in and out of you at a vigorous pace, his warm breath trickling down the nape of your neck; indulging in the feeling of being enveloped between the cool, hard surface of the counter and your German lover bringing you closer to him.  You couldn't help but squeal in elation every time you felt Ludwig squeeze your hips or smack your ass, an electrifying shudder running straight to your womanhood as he licked the shell of your ear and nibbled the lobe.  Turning your head to its maximum flexibility, your lips just barely reconnected with Ludwig's as his crashed into yours with a fiery passion.  

You loved the way he continuously thrust inside you, his raw movements now in frenzy as Ludwig tilted your hips up until he hit the special spot again.  You threw your head back to let out a scream in rapture, encouraging Ludwig to keep thrusting; adoring the way you moaned out his name as he ravished you with all of his might.  Ludwig's thrusts soon became erratic and uneven, the both of you beginning to reach the end of your euphoric lovemaking.  You heard Ludwig grunt and growl your name every few moans, his nails now digging into your skin; sweat coating your bodies from the scorching intimacy building up with the friction.

"O-Oh god, Ludwig!" You moaned loudly in bliss, "I-I'm coming!"

"Then cum for me, (Name)!" Ludwig commanded with a low groan, pounding even harder while he used his hand to roughly stimulate your pulsating love button.

You threw your head back, letting out Ludwig's name in a guttural moan.  Every muscle in your body contracted in orgasm, and your walls tightened around Ludwig's still resonating erection; you calling out his name as you went over the edge and squeezing him on the inside making him reach climax just a few seconds after you.  Ludwig came with a final grunt of your name, weakly thrusting a few more times until he pulled out.  The two of you stayed like this until you could regain your bearings, your head resting on the counter; a few of your joyful tears sprinkled on the surface, and a string of saliva that still leaked from the corner of your agape mouth.  After cooling down, you were practically a ragdoll by the time Ludwig picked you up bridal style; smiling contently as he affectionately kissed your forehead, and softly gave you a peck on the lips.

"I suppose we should call it a night, ja?" He grinned slightly.

You simply nodded in agreement, growing limp as you eventually fell asleep in his arms.
Finally done! Sorry that this one's not all that good, but I'm pretty happy that I made this. Enjoy another lemon, this is my second one; hopefully I'll start improving on my use of vocab because I've noticed a $h!t ton of repetition.

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"Looks like everything is all set for the party," Ludwig murmured to absolutely no one in particular as he set down the fancy glass platter of festive sugar cookies onto the clean white cloth that covered the long buffet table.

As Ludwig was preoccupied mentally recalculating preparations for your and his Christmas party, you peeked around the corner of the wooden archway that led into the kitchen; your (h/l)(h/c) hair gracefully moving along with each turn of your head.  You were married to the blonde German, the two of you just as loving and intimate as a pair of high school sweethearts like back then when you two first began dating.  And this year was your turn to be his "Secret Santa" while he had been assigned to surprise his best friend Feliciano with a gift; Ludwig was completely unaware that you were in charge of giving him something special this year.  Before making your spectacular entrance to wow your buff German man, you quickly made sure to check your (f/c) Color Burst lip butter that you had previously purchased at Ulta; making sure that your perfectly shaped lips looked flawless.  Finishing up making final adjustments, you strode flirtatiously into the kitchen; your shiny black leather high-heeled boots that reached just below your knee and was lined with soft white fur clicked with each step along with the soft jingling of the little bells that were attached to the ends of little red bows on the wide white marabou bands of your thigh high stockings.

Upon hearing your presence, Ludwig instinctively turned around to face you; his cheeks immediately taking on a faint rosy blush as his icy blue eyes marveled at your curved form in the strapless red and white Santa dress that went down to your mid-thigh and sported a matching hooded mini cloak, the black gold buckle belt accentuating your middle before the skirt of the dress flared out over your hips.  With a smile gracing your lips, you stepped towards Ludwig and brought him into a loving hug, your gesture causing him to tense up a little before wrapping his strong arms around you as well in return.

"Everything looks amazing, Ludwig!" You praised breathlessly after lifting up your head to see you and your husband's home decked out in Christmas décor.

"Und, so do you." He complimented with a small grin, one of his hands resting on the small of your back while the other lifted up your chin to look up at him with your gleaming (e/c).

Both you and Ludwig chuckling and giggling sentimentally, he leaned over to plant a kiss on your lips while you were making an effort to stand on the tips of your toes to meet your lips with his.

Knock-Knock-Knock!

Both of you froze merely inches away from each others' faces, silently cursing the abrupt interruption as you and Ludwig broke the embrace to answer the door.  However before Ludwig could even lay his large hand on the doorknob, you quickly stood on your tiptoes and lightly placed a kiss on the side of his neck; earning you a rather flustered glance from Ludwig that made you giggle playfully.  The first group of guests arrived, you and Ludwig greeting them before situating where they should set the presents for the later "Secret Santa" exchange, and making conversation with some of them.

"I am so happy that you could make it, Elizabeta!" You grinned at the Hungarian brunette.

"Köszönöm, (Name)~!" Elizabeta chimed, "I'm happy Roderich and I were able to be here."

"Who did you did you get assigned 'Secret Santa' of?" You asked quietly to her.

"I was assigned to give a present to Katyusha this year, how about you?" She replied in a whisper.

"I didn't tell Ludwig this, but I was assigned to give him a present this year." You giggled with a smirk.

"Oh~! Did you get something special for him?" Elizabeta beamed.

"Let's just say that he'll be getting it tonight after the guests leave." You said with a grin that rivaled the Cheshire cat's.

The two of you chuckled mischievously as Ludwig watched you, smiling warmly at how happy you were.  

"You und (Name)'s marriage seems to be going well," Roderich chuckled

"Ja, it feels like it was just yesterday we were newly weds," Ludwig replied reminiscently.

"Oi, Roderich!" Gilbert called out from behind them.

"Oh, it's you," Roderich grimaced, "what do you want?"

"I bet the awesome me could score with Eliza before you tonight," Gilbert challenged with a confident smirk.

Elizabeta and Roderich had lived together for practically forever, yet to Gilbert's acknowledgement, they weren't an actual couple.  Glancing over to the Hungarian who was still happily chatting with you, Roderich let out an annoyed sigh.

"Very well, Gilbert," Roderich accepted, "may the best man win."

"Which is obviously going to be me, because I'm so much more awesome than you," Gilbert mocked.

"Your arrogance makes me laugh, Beilschmidt," Roderich huffed, and turned on his heel to walk away from the German brothers.

Suddenly the doorbell rang once again, signaling Ludwig to tend to the guests that were beginning to increase.  In no time, the household was bouncing with the jolly spirits of the party guests, Christmas music playing loudly as people gathered on the dance floor.  All in due time, everyone exchanged gifts with each other.  Ludwig still wondered who his Secret Santa was because no one, not even you, told him or gave him a hint.  Finally at the stroke of midnight, the partygoers began to leave progressively to return to their own homes, for the next day was to be Christmas morning.  

After escorting the last guest to their car and wished them a merry Christmas, you returned into you and your husband's house to help him clean up the place.  Finally finishing tidying up, you turned your head to glance over at Ludwig who was preoccupied with putting away dishes.  Walking up behind him with a flirtatious look on your face, you stood on your toes with your hands on his shoulders for support, and leaned close enough to where your lips grazed his ear.

"Guess who got to be your Secret Santa~" you giggled mischievously, grinning as you felt the German shudder slightly.

Ludwig chuckled lowly before turning to face you; knowing now that you were his Secret Santa without he or you having to reveal answer.  Wrapping his strong arms around your waist and bringing you closer to him, Ludwig leaned down as you looked up at him while standing more on your toes.  Without any interruptions, the gap between he and you was closed as your lips sealed perfectly with his.  Both of your eyes had blissfully fluttered shut, the two of you parting only for air before feverishly kissing again.  As you and your German husband kept locking lips, you didn't notice that his hand snuck down to your backside.

You gasped when Ludwig gave your ass a light squeeze, his moist tongue eagerly exploring your mouth as he pulled you even closer to him by your thigh.  When you two had finally parted, you stopped Ludwig when he tried going back for more of you, earning a questioning look from him.

"Wait here," you instructed with a sly smirk, "I still have to wrap your present."

Ludwig frowned at having to wait, looking down at you with those shining ice blue eyes hoping you would dismiss your "task."

"Don't worry," you assured him, "I'll call you up when your gift is ready." Before going up the stairs to the bedroom you and Ludwig shared, you gave him a quick peck on the lips and excitedly ran upstairs.

Praising yourself for making preparations weeks in advanced, you made sure that the mistletoe you had tied to the ceiling with a red ribbon was positioned right over the bed, and remembered to light candles before turning the room lights off.  Carefully after stripping out of your outfit and lingerie, you grabbed the large roll of wide red satin ribbon.  While standing in front of the mirror, you managed to wrap yourself where the ribbon covered over your crotch, around your waist, and across your breasts until it was tied into a pretty bow.  Making sure that everything was perfectly in place, you called for Ludwig and calmly placed yourself on the bed as you heard his footsteps approaching.  Ludwig's eyes gazed in amazement at the sight of you once he had opened the door to the boudoir, especially the way the dim lighting and satin brought out your glowing (e/c) eyes, and luscious (s/c) skin.

"Merry Christmas, honey~" you purred while sitting up on your knees with your back seductively arched, relishing over the fact that the handsome German was blushing over you with the look of desire in his aquamarine irises.

"Froehliche Weinachten, liebe," Ludwig grinned, making his way over to the bed and joining you on the large mattress.  

"Ludwig, look up," you indicated warmly as your German man placed his hands on your exposed hips.

Both of you looked up at the mistletoe that dangled from the ceiling, Ludwig's smile widening at the sight.  To his surprise, you gingerly grabbed the back of his head to bring him into a passionate lip lock, both of your hands soon massaging his scalp full of light blonde locks.  A blissful moan rumbled in his throat from the sweet little treatment, a shudder running through him as you began lightly stroking behind his ears.  Sliding a hand up from your hip to the bow that secured the ribbon, Ludwig slowly undid the bow with a mere tug to loosen the satin material that was wrapped around your body.  Soon you found yourself being pushed back onto the bed until Ludwig was hovering over you, his lips feverishly kissing yours as you began feeling his chest for the buttons of his shirt.

"Now its my turn to unwrap my present," you chuckled between pants as you pulled away from him.

Rolling him over so that you were now straddling his muscular stomach, you began slowly unbuttoning down his dress shirt with one hand as the other tantalizingly slid down his leg to find the zipper of his dress pants.  Your seductively half-lidded (e/c) eyes locked with his hungry, lustful aqua blue irises as he took in the sight of you on top of him.  Making quick work of his shirt, you discarded it onto the wooden floor of the bedroom before slowly running your soft hands up from his toned stomach to his chest.  You began to loom over Ludwig as he started sighing in approval from your "massaging." Turning your head to brush your lips against the angle of Ludwig's neck once you hunched over, you smirked as a pleasured hiss and groan left your husband when you tenderly bit the sensitive part of his throat.

Satisfied with the red love bite you left on him, Ludwig let out a sultry growl before you found yourself being pinned down under the strong man again.  Smirking as you were trapped under your lover, you lifted your leg up to nudge your knee against the growing bulge in Ludwig's pants.  

"Two can play at that game, you know," he whispered in your ear, making you shudder anxiously at his warm breath that tickled you.  

A surprised gasp unexpectedly escaped from you as Ludwig started rubbing your moist womanhood with his fingers, Ludwig then bringing you into a fiery kiss and using his warm tongue to explore your mouth.  As your tongues twirled and wrestled for space, you moaned into his lips as he began pumping two digits into your wet core while the other hand started rolling your hard nipple.  Ludwig licked his lips enticingly after breaking away from the passionate kiss, savoring the way you bucked your hips wantonly into his hand to try and force his fingers deeper, and the way you cradled his head as he began to suck on your other breast that wasn't being fondled.  Suddenly his coated fingertips brushed over the special spot inside you, causing a long moan to erupt and make your back arch in ecstasy.

"L-Ludwig! Right there~!" You moaned as he started roughly rubbing the spot again, your vision becoming blurry as you saw stars.

"You like it when I touch you there, ja?" Ludwig growled; pressing the spot harder as he continued lewdly stroking the area while his thumb stimulated your clit.

You couldn't answer him, unable to speak over your panting and screaming as you were close to release.  Once again Ludwig loomed over you to capture your mouth, the blush growing brighter as your face became much more flushed in the heat of passion.  The tight knot that had tied itself within your stomach broke as you threw your head back to let out a scream in orgasm, your juices completely covering Ludwig's fingers as he removed them from inside you.

"Now its my turn," you challenged after recollecting yourself from the immense pleasure coursing through you, watching as Ludwig voraciously licked off your fresh, hot nectar from his hand.

Taking a hold of Ludwig's broad shoulders, you took him by surprise by rolling over and straddling him again despite how numb you felt from the wave of ecstasy.  Lightly, you began trailing small kisses down his neck, and all the way down to the waistband of his pants that began looking like they were way too tight for him; your husband shivering in delight with each little peck.  Looking up at Ludwig as you unzipped his pants with your teeth, you heard him sigh in relief and saw his eyes flutter shut once the first layer of pressure had been removed.  You couldn't help but smile and blush when you saw how much the bulge had grown, marveling Ludwig's hard member through his boxers and making him moan quietly under your touch.  Finally you peeled away the last layer of fabric along with his pants, Ludwig's above average erection springing free and straight from arousal.

Grinning mischievously at Ludwig's hard and throbbing member, you gave the dripping head and slit a lick with your flattened, warm tongue.  Ludwig's breath hitched and his eyes snapped open when he realized what you were doing, both of your eyes meeting in the midst of the action as a hot blush began glowing on his face.

"You can sit up a little more if you want," you told him, the German nodding quickly before sitting up against a stack of pillows.

Resuming your ministrations, a smoldering lust grew the longer Ludwig watched you pleasure him.  Throwing his head back as you traced the vein on his thick shaft, you allowed Ludwig to grab handfuls of your (h/c) hair while you bobbed your head and began to suck on him.  

"Oh ja, (Name)!" Ludwig groaned, hissing in a combination of pleasure and pain as you glided your teeth along his impressive length each time you took more of him in.

In no time, Ludwig was panting like an exhausted dog, his once slicked back hair now messy from foreplay.  Wanting to go further than just deep throating your man, you used one hand to cup his balls in your palm and gave them a firm squeeze.

"Mein Gott, (N-Name)!" Ludwig howled uncontrollably, his hips bucking suddenly as the grip he had on your hair tightened.  

Giving Ludwig one last hard suck, his erection twitched before he emptied himself inside your mouth, letting out a long and deep moan as he came.  Releasing you from his grip, you sat up and wiped away some of the left over semen that you didn't manage to swallow from the corners of your lips, adoring the way Ludwig panted and flushed for you as he recovered from his orgasm.  Quickly grabbing a condom from the nightstand, you carefully opened the wrapper with your teeth when you made sure Ludwig had his glazed irises focused on you.  Teasingly you slid on the rubber while applying a bit of pressure to his hard-on, causing Ludwig to groan and involuntarily grind his hips against you in a fit of need.

"Come on, (Name)," Ludwig pleaded, "I want you, so badly!" He hissed as you began to nibble his lips.

"You want it?" You smirked against his mouth, earning a nod from your husband, "than come and get it, big boy~!" You giggled playfully, smacking his solid ass and making him growl.

Ludwig's smirk returned immediately when you frisked him, pinning you down to the bed for the last time and taking a hold of your inner thighs.  Spreading your legs apart as he positioned himself in front of your entrance, he leaned down to lock lips with you as his thick member was sheathed inside you.  The both of you moaned in pleasure as his erection snuggly fit within your tight walls, Ludwig steadying himself as he rested your legs over his shoulders.  Giving his first thrust, you felt the immense pleasure begin to tie a knot once again as he continued snapping his hips into yours.  

"Ha-Harder, Ludwig! Harder!" You squealed, Ludwig obliging to your want as he sped up his thrusts, and rammed his member deeper inside you with all his strength.

"Y-You're so tight, (Name)~!" Ludwig moaned between pants, the air now becoming thick, as both of your bodies were completely drenched with sweat.

The room was filled with the sounds of you and your German lover's screaming and panting; eventually the headboard began to pound against the wall as Ludwig's thrusts had sped up.  Without warning, you were rolled over onto your side so that you were facing away from Ludwig.  With one of your legs now hooked behind Ludwig's hip, he continued plowing into your core as his hands squeezed your breasts.  Finally after a bit of precise angling, Ludwig found that special spot within you again, making you scream his name each time he brushed over your g-spot.  Your eyes rolled back into your head from pure bliss, feeling too dizzy to notice Ludwig had wound his fingers in your hair again.

Carefully tugging your head back to face him, your tongues once again met in the fiery passion, both of your mouths agape and panting heavily as if you sprinted an entire marathon.  Drool had leaked slightly from the corners of your lips as Ludwig's tongue massaged your own, leaving a string of thin saliva as he started nibbling and licking your ear.  Ludwig's thrusts never let up, his high amount of stamina allowing him to pound your womanhood until the lips were swollen from the impact and friction.  Out of nowhere, you felt Ludwig latch onto the side of your neck, desperate to leave his mark on you as he ravished your body.

"Ludwig! I-I'm almost—!" You tried to warn, feeling your climax coming as Ludwig continued mercilessly ramming into your heat.

"Ich auch, (Name)," he grunted, his panting becoming heavier as you two were getting closer to the end.

Without letting up on the magnitude of his pumping, you screamed out Ludwig's name in orgasm as your juices then coated his member, and your walls squeezed around him.  Ludwig's face clenched as he too met his climax, your name being shouted in release as he rode out his orgasm with a few slow thrusts inside your core.  To both of your displeasure, Ludwig pulled out of you once his erection calmed and went flaccid.  After removing the condom, Ludwig tossed it in a nearby trash bin before joining you again on the bed.  Tenderly wrapping the two of you closely in the sheets, Ludwig wrapped his arm around your waist and admired your curves as you cuddled up to your husband.

"I hope you enjoyed your Christmas present," you grinned tiredly at him.

"Ja, I really did," he chuckled while you drew shapes on his chest with your fingertip, "ich liebe dich, (Name)."

"I love you too, Ludwig," you replied with a peck on his lips.

Outside of you and Ludwig's bedroom, Tino stood completely frozen and flushed with embarrassment in the dark living room of the house.  The Finnish man's face as red as his Santa suit when he heard you and Ludwig's "private celebration," before he decided to drop off the presents and leave.

"At least they had fun…" Tino said to himself as he flew off on his sleigh, "but they were seriously loud."
This was my first GermanyxReader, so I'm sorry it wasn't all that good. ^^;
And yes, I know it's early, but I decided not to wait.

I do not own Hetalia, it's owned by this guy-->:iconhimaruyaplz:
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Hope you enjoyed, I'll be making more soon in my free time.
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"[Name], wake up! You remember what you promised me!" A stern voice broke through your dreaming, causing you to groan and throw your blanket further over your head and snuggling up inside the newfound warmth. Ah, it's that time of the winter where a thick layer of snow falls and you don't want to do anything except read in bed or be lazy. But some stubborn guy refuses to let you kick back and relax.

"[Name]...!" The voice persisted, a little edge to his voice. You mumbled, "GoawayI'mhavingareallynicetime..."
and then curled up even further. "Schatz, you leave me no choice." The voice was at a monotone now, and suddenly the warmth was stolen away from you in a heartbeat. You sat straight up, your [eye color] eyes widened in shock when you saw that Ludwig was holding your pile of quilts and blankets that were providing your warmth. "Geezus, Ludwig! You could've just let me sleep a little more!" You put your knees up to your head and shivered, glaring up at the tall German; your expression suddenly disappeared when you noticed the little kitties perched on both his shoulders.

"AWW~!" You screamed, taking both the cats in your arms. They mewed in protest, wriggling this way and that, but your iron grip wouldn't let them go. Ludwig's right eyebrow went up, and he muttered, "Now do you remember what you promised?" You tipped your head to the side a little, responding with a dull, "Uhhh." Ludwig grumbled, and said, "You promised me you'd take care of mein cat and mein bruder's cat as well while we're out grocery shopping, right?" He glared back as you scratched the first floofy grey kitty's head.

"Oh, yeah, whatever," you responded. "Go ahead, just remember to get like... Some dark chocolate, and some Goldfish for me to snack on. Because I'm really lazy today, and I don't want to cook dinner for you guys~!" Ludwig facepalmed, and inferred that he was going to bribe [Name] into cooking dinner because he was busy with his cooking tonight as well. He replied, "Whatever. As long as you take care of these cats, I think I'll let you go on this one. Vielleicht." [1]

"What do you mean by that?!" You got up, flapping your arms at the blonde and causing your oversized baby-blue pajama sleeves to wave as well. The cats scattered behind you, mewing incessantly and shaking. Ludwig just waved a hand in farewell, and Gilbert gave you a last smirk around the corner as he let Gilbird chirp the German anthem. "Das ist die Awesome Me's Katze, so dass Sie besser darum kummern!"
You snickered and replied, "Sure, Gil."

As the door slammed, you crawled over from your bed to your window to watch the handsome duo shuffle outside, decked out in heavy brown coats and scarves dyed with the colors on the German flag and of course, their army boots. Ahh, they looked so awesome! You laughed at yourself, realizing you were blushing like crazy and ducked down from the window you'd fogged up because of your heated breaths. You were lucky that these two men were your childhood friends, and they'd let you live in their house. You sat on the carpeted floor, and stroked the albino kitty. These cats resembled the German brothers so much that you couldn't resist treating them like royalty. The albino kitty nudged your hand affectionately, and you smiled broadly. The grey kitty sat in the corner of your room, inspecting a stray dust bunny which had escaped
from under your bed.

"Hey, no. That's a dirty little dust bunny," you said softly to the grey kitty. "You know, dust is made up of really disgusting things-"

The door slammed again, and you jumped. You tiptoed into the living room to find Ludwig stomping his boots in the doorway to shake off the snow that had stuck to them. There was literally a small pile of snow on his nicely slicked-back hair, and a layer of light pink dusted his cheeks. "Oh, hey Ludwig. What brings you back?"

"I just finished shoveling snow out of the driveway. You know my BMW can't get through the mess outside," he said, shaking his head a little. "I also forgot to tell you, there's a list on the dinner table that tells you what to do with the cats. You know, I'm not trusting you with any animal alive ever since that incident with the parakeets you got from Australia!"

You flashed back, and remembered. Australia, the tan dude with the super hair, had given you a bunch of parakeets or bugeriars for your birthday. He told you to open the package of birds carefully in a small and dark room, but you hadn't listened and drooled on as you imagined having a flock of your own birds, just like how Gilbert had Gilbird. You opened it in the living room, and... ta-da! A complete mess of bird feathers and droppings and budgeriars
on the TV set, the chandelier and everywhere all in 5 minutes. It was impossible for Ludwig to not be pissed. Duh.

"Ah, yeah." You grinned toothily, and jumped into the kitchen, looking for the note. "Have fun shopping, Ludwig!"

"Sie kummern sich um die Katzen." [2] With another slam of the door, they were gone for sure. You read through the list.
"Grey cat is Germouser. Albino cat is Prussiacat, since that dummkopf couldn't think of anything better. Germouser prefers having kibble and regular water, while Prussiacat likes wurst with water. Don't leave the front, back, main or side doors open because these cats do enjoy exploring places they haven't gone to before. Remember to take out the trash, because I didn't have time today.

-Ludwig"

THIS SHOULDN'T BE TOO HARD. Come on; just feeding two cats and taking out some garbage, how hard is that? Piece of cake. You let out a short sigh, scolding Ludwig a bit for underestimating your abilities. You went to the trash can, took the plastic bag out and swiftly put on your favorite hoodie, slipping it over your PJs and heading outside.

As soon as your slippered feet hit the snow, you were freezing. "AUGH! Why does it have to be so cold?!" You sniffled, your breaths coming out
in small visible clouds. You trudged through the 5 inches of snow grudgingly down the driveway around the house (it's a big house) and threw the sack of crap into the can. Well, now everyone could get on with their lives. You ran back inside the house quickly through the side door, and headed for the basement, where the fireplace was still radiating heat from last night's flames. In the pantry, you quickly found the kibble, bottled water and packaged wurst and headed upstairs for the overly-large bathroom, where the cats' dishes were located.

You poured the food and drinks into the bowls, and tapped a spoon repeatedly against one of the metal bowls, as you'd seen Ludwig do, making a nice chiming noise. "Hey, guys! Breakfast!" After a few minutes of waiting, you got impatient. Maybe the cats didn't like you and decided not to follow your orders or something? You wandered out the bathroom and into the hallway, searching every single unlocked room (of course, Ludwig kept his locked because he knew how nosy you were and Gil's was also locked, hiding away what porn he had in there) until you found the kitchen/back door wide open, a chilly breeze blowing in with messy footprints leading outside. Of course, the big ones were yours.
The little footprints belonged to the cats.

"EEEEK!" Your scream echoed through the empty house, and you put both hands up to your face and ran them through your already-messy [hair color] hair. You dashed outside, and swiftly looked around. The new layer of snow was already covering up the last pawprints, and in your panic you'd managed to destroy any remaining evidence. Smooth.

"Argh, [Name], you dummkopf," you screamed at yourself angrily inside your head as you hollered "Germouser, Prussiacat" repeatedly, getting your old next-door neighbors to stare at you from their windows. Your cheeks heated up from the embarrassment and shame, knowing that you'd outright ignored Ludwig's warning. Surely you were a dummkopf. You didn't listen to his orders and you obviously weren't being underestimated. You shook your head to clear your mind, and began running for the cats.

As time passed, the snow picked up; whirls of snowflakes would blow straight into your face, and you'd have to wipe the wet stuff off before another whirl blew in to make up for what was lost. You stumbled several times, the cold stinging your uncovered hands; the sneakers you'd changed into earlier were soggy, and you just couldn't stand it anymore. Not knowing where you were, you tipped against a wall, slid down and fell asleep, the cold flowing away as death got closer...

~

"Bruder, I didn't purposely eat [Name]'s chocolate. It was just too good to resist," the cheeky albino complained to his fuming brother. "[Name] already asked for it, and I got it just for her! You always have to step in and be a fresser." [3] Ludwig responded heatedly, pulling the plastic bags filled to the brim with groceries out of the trunk. He pushed one heavy bag into Gilbert's hands, causing the Prussian to stumble and fall back on his butt into the snow. "Oy, not awesome, kleinen Bruder," he shouted after the blonde who was unlocking the front door.

"Halt den Mund!" [4] Ludwig snarled, stepping into the welcoming home and setting the groceries down. "Let's see how [Name] did with our cats, though. I hope she did well... I put the dogs into the local kennel because I thought she couldn't handle them." Ludwig let out a sigh after his short speech, a rare and small smile upon his lips. Gilbert stumbled in behind Ludwig, and ran into the house looking for you.

"Gah, I think we have a problem, Bruder!" Gil's obnoxious voice drifted from the kitchen. Ludwig perked up after hearing this, and watched as his older brother ran into the living room. "The cats are here, but [Name]'s not. And the back door is open... And her footprints are covered up, leaving just a little bit visible and I think we just lost her." Ludwig jumped up from the sofa, and rushed into the kitchen as well. Gilbert was
right, you weren't there at all. And the footprints were covered up; it seemed like the cats went out and ran back inside in a few minutes, and another blizzard had rushed in and swept almost everything away. Ludwig ran out into the snow again, deftly putting his jacket on.

"Bruder, stay here! I'm going to look for [Name]!"

~

After trailing your light footprints for a while, he found you at the old church several blocks away from your house. Your lips were blue, but you
were still hanging onto life, breathing slightly and curled up inside a hoodie. Ludwig's grey hoodie, to be exact. You had sneakers on and a pair of snug-fitting jeans... But obviously you should've worn more layers. Ludwig ran towards you, and kneeled down, a horrified expression on his face. He shook you slightly. "[Name]... [Name]... Wake up, [Name]!"

You opened your eyes a crack. Your head was pounding, and it was absolutely freezing to the point you were numb. You blinked several times, your sight still slightly blurry... Then you saw Ludwig in front of you, concerned and absolutely relieved when he saw you were finally awake. "Lud...wig," you whispered, your voice cracking. You couldn't bear the cold much longer, and fell unconscious once more. Ludwig, being horrified as he was, picked you up piggyback-style and began running back home as fast as he could, holding you close to his body so you'd stay warm for just a little longer.

~

Blurryness. You sat up groggily on your bed, eyes closed, headache fading away to a dull twinging pain. You moaned as the headache came back, and someone set you gently back under your covers. "Frau... I'm glad you're awake..."

It was Ludwig.

You opened your eyes, expecting at least a smile or something from him. He still had that really concerned look on his face. Drat. You closed your eyes again, and laid sideways, yawning a bit. "I uh, baked you some cake..." Ludwig murmured. You grinned as you heard him toying with the fork and plate. "I want some..." you mumbled, sitting up again. "Your cake's so yummy... It's not like I can miss out on it..."

Ludwig blushed. "Eh... Here." He cut a small portion, and held it out to you on the fork, feeding you slowly. You bit down, and savored the chocolatey flavor as it literally melted on your tongue. "This is sooo freaking good. You need to teach me how to bake like that sometime," you said, smiling at the German. Face still slightly pink, he nodded and his expression turned dark again.

"[Name], I was so worried about you. You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Ludwig started lecturing. "You're a country, so you're pretty tough...
But WHY did you have to go and put yourself in danger? You're killing me!" He paused, let out a sigh and blushed again. "And... don't take this the wrong way. I'm just worrying about you..." You grinned, leaned over close to his face and in the perfect German you'd been practicing, said:

"Ich liebe dich."

You kissed him straight on the mouth, and you could sense his shock; but after a heartbeat or two, he fell into sync and kissed back. It was the
greatest feeling you'd ever had... But oxygen took over and you had to pull away simultaneously. You grinned, and he smiled back lightly,
responding with a quiet "ich liebe dich auch".

Like, you were about to lean in for another kiss when Gil had to be a cockblock, exploding into your room. "The AWESOME ME demands for
more of that cake West baked!"

~
"Ahh... chu!" You sneezed after Ludwig spoon-fed you some cherry-flavored cold medicine. He smiled down at you, and left your room. Gil was playing on your computer as usual... It looked like something along the lines of Call of Duty or Halo 3, but you couldn't tell. You looked down at what you were wearing, and realized that you were in a new pair of PJs that were completely oversized again. But they weren't the ones you'd bought.

"Gah, Gilbert...?" You asked nervously, pulling at the white-striped PJs sheepishly. "Who changed me into these clothes?"

He swiveled around in the chair, and laughed his trademark laugh. "Kesesese! Well, obviously the AWESOME ME did it. They're my pajamas.You should be honored to be wearing--"

His sentence was cut off as you threw your alarm clock at him. "PERVERT!"

Now Gilbert was brick'd, you sat back innocently in your bed and watched as Ludwig came in. "Was happened here...?"

"Nothing."
So you're supposed to be looking after Germouser and Prussiacat? That shouldn't be too much of a pain in the butt, right?

Wrong! :D

~
I'll put up translations later. Right now, I'm going to get my Prussian beauty sleep.
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Me: Fluffiness, plus OOC and some really cute snogging in the middle of General Winter's brutal attack... That's awesome.
Prussia: What about me? I'm awesome too, even though I practically did nothing besides eat your chocolate and play Halo.
Germany: ...Mein Gott, you guys...
~

You have NO IDEA how long it took to upload this. ;_;

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Cruises were supposed to be things full of fun and joy, right?

Wrong.

You had gone on a cruise with your parents, and it was not exactly fun. You had had been in Europe and the boat had taken off in France. People from all around the world were on it. And, quite frankly, you couldn't understand half of these people.

Sure, there was good food, two pools, and various activities... but you were left to do all these things alone. Yes, you had your parents, but they didn't exactly fit the "friend" bill. Sitting by the pool by yourself was an almost scary thought, and everything else seemed not nearly as fun to do by yourself. It wasn't the easiest thing to do to make friends with foreigners. Making friends wasn't exactly your strong suit. And so you had been basically been camping out in your cabin, sneaking in food and watching television.

Which you could've done at home.

So, once again, you weren't having the most fun.

Your parents couldn't help but notice the fact you were in the cabin most of the time. So the night before they had told you about a party for 'young adults' to get to know each other. At first you thought about it, but after a few seconds you quickly dismissed the idea. You would just end up in a corner, eating food from the buffet table. Your parents had left the cabin right after they had told you, and you felt no need to tell them you weren't going to go, so you just lounged back and watched some television.

There was a ninties sitcom marathon on.

Little did you know, when your parents found out you didn't actually go, they would kick you out of the cabin, spouting some nonsense about a scavenger hunt that you had to join, or else.

And that was why you were currently hiding under a staircase, wearing your bathing suit. Over it was a slightly large (f/c) tank. You hadn't had time to grab shorts, and you scowled at the memory. You glanced over at the turn out at the scavenger hunt so far.

It was full of old people and little kids. You sighed, running a hand through your (h/c) hair and pushing it back. This was going to be worse than you thought. Not only were you being forced to socialize and make friends, but it was with a bunch of people either much older or younger than you. As you began to work up the nerve to walk over to the group, you heard something.

"C'mon, bruder!" Your (e/c) eyes snapped up to the sound of a German accent. You had to admit, you liked the accents you had heard on this trip. This one was rough, and it belonged to someone you could only call an albino. His silver hair was messy, his red eyes mischevious. He wore a pair of black swimming trunks that had little yellow chicks all over them. If that wasn't strange enough, he was pushing a reluctant blond man. "You've been hiding out in our cabin und the gym! Go on this verdammen scavenger hunt und I'll shut up about your unawesome activities, ja?"

"... Ja. Fine, big bruder." When the blonde finally spoke, shivers racked your body despite the humid air. His voice was smoother than his brothers, deeper as well. He was larger, his shoulders wider. Clearly defined muscles were threaded throughout his body. Could this man really be younger than the albino? The younger brother's ice blue eyes scanned the other scavanger hunters and he sighed once again. He reached up a hand and smoothed back his already slicked back blonde hair, almost like you had done with your hair. You noticed he wore a pair of dark green swim trunks, a short-sleeved green jacket hanging off of his wide shoulders, open to expose his chiseled chest.

"Danke, Ludwig!" The silver headed man clapped his younger brother on the shoulder. So the blond's name was Ludwig? "I'm going poolside, to go talk to some hotties." The older brother winked at Ludwig and then was walking off, a strange laugh coming from his mouth. "Kesesese!"

"... bruder, you are a dummkopf," you heard Ludwig mutter, his hand slapping to his face.

"Everyone!" A man in all white called out. "If you are participatng in the scavenger hunt, gather around me!"  You walked out of the shadows, eyes on the ground. You could feel your heart pound with each step you took closer to that man named Ludwig. You wanted to talk to him, but you were too nervous. You ended up standing a few people away from him, not even daring to glance his way. "Alright. Everyone, please pair off into groups of two and take a list from the box. The first pair to find everything will win the grand prize! Have fun and stay safe!"

Suddenly, people were paired off left and right, leaving you alone. You groaned. You should have known this would be done in pairs or teams! These people must've all come with friends just for that purpose. And so you were left alone at the place your parents had forced you to go to make friends.

Then you felt a tap at your shoulder and heard an awkward throat clearing. You turned to see Ludwig, a slight blush on his cheeks. "Er... guten tag, frauline. It seems we are the only two left?" He looked around and then crossed his arms, looking awkward.

So, despite his sexiness, he wasn't that good around people either? "Ah.... Yeah..." you said softly. "Sorry. Listen, it's fine if you want to just leave. You don't have to be my partner--"

"Was?" The blond's brows raised. "Why wouldn't I want to be your partner? You look nice enough. You're not going to bite me, are you?"

You couldn't help but crack a small smile. "Er... no. I don't think so, anyways. I'm (Name)." You held out your hand, unsure what else to do.

"Ludwig," he replied, sober face breaking into a slight smile. He took your hand firmly, giving it a shake. His hand was warm and much bigger than yours, and for some reason you felt disappointed when he took it away, his smile disappearing. "Now, we should get a list." He strode over to the table with the box, reaching in and grabbing a rolled up sheet of paper. You went to his side, watching as he unrolled it. "The first item is something that gets wetter the more it dries," he read aloud. You and him looked at each other for a blank second before it came to you.

"A towel!" You grinned. "We can get a towel by the pool." You bounced on the balls of your feet, clapping your hands together happily. Maybe you could have some fun after all.

Ludwig watched you and you saw his mouth twitch. "Ja. We can get one from my bruder." He turned aned was off, leaving you to hastily run after him.

"... Hey, Ludwig?" After a few moments of silence you broke it with your question, glancing at the German.

He turned his hand and looked down at you. "Ja, frau?"

"... Why are you wearing boots?" You could clearly hear the clunk of his large boots against the wooden deck of the ship. They were black and shiny, reflecting the sun. He looked down at them and you saw his cheeks go pink.

"Erm... I really like mein boots..." he mumbled. "Much better for working out or running than flip flops. Why? Don't you like them?" His icy eyes changed from his boots to you, his eyes widened just slightly. "Should I not wear them?"

"N-no..." you said, going red under his gaze. "I... I like your boots." You peeked up at him cautiously, only to see him smiling softly. You heart threatened to beat out of your chest at the new expression.

"Danke. I am glad you like them." He looked you up and down. "... und why aren't you wearing pants?"

"I didn't have the time," you grumbled, tugging the hem of your tank top down over your swimming bottoms, your cheeks flushing. "I got kicked out of the cabin."

You heard a deep, gravelly laugh and watched as Ludwig threw his head back and barked out in laughter. For some reason you felt that this was unusual behavior for the German. "Well, lucky for me then, ja?" His smile turned to a smirk and you felt his eyes bore into you.

You could feel your face burn brightly at his comment, and you decided to voice your opinion. "... wut?"

Before you could either add to that or Ludwig could comment, you found yourself standing in front of the albino from earlier. He was lounging on a lawn chair, a pair of sunglasses on.

"Gilbert," Ludwig said, kicking the chair. "We need a towel."

"Mm?" The man named Gilbert sat up and took off his glasses. He saw you and smirked. "Who's this cutie, bruder?"

"Mein partner," Ludwig practically growled, crossing his arms and stepping in front of you slightly. "The towel, bruder."

"Hm... maybe I should have been in that scavenger hunt if I get to play with girls like this~," Gil sang, leaning to one side so he could look at you still. "What's your name, liebling?"

What the hell was going on today? Were you emitting some sort of pharamone that attracted German brothers to you? "... (N-Name)..." you mumbled softly, looking down shyly.

"Well, (Name), how about you--"

"Leave her alone, Gilbert." Ludwig interrupted his big brother, putting a hand on your head and pulling you completely behind him. "She is not yours to mess with." He looked both angry and embarrassed, blue eyes narrowed but cheeks flushed pink. During this though, you couldn't help but think how gentle his hand felt on your head, how nice it was to have him protect you from his flirting older brother.

There was tense silence for a moment before Gilbert broke it. "Kesesese! Ja, ja. Here." He threw a towel at Ludwig, hitting him in the face. Gilbert was grinning widely, staring at his brother now.

"Danke," Ludwig muttered, his eye twitching as he unwrapped the towel from his face. "Come on, (Name)." He grabbed your wrist and pulled you away. Behind you, you heard Gilbert shout something in German.

"Du hast es schlecht für diesen einen, nicht wahr?!"

You couldn't understand a word of it, but when you looked at Ludwig he was positively red, from ear tips to his neck. "... are you okay, Ludwig?" you asked hesitantly.

"Er... ja. Fine." Ludwig looked at you and cleared his throat. The towel was slung across his shoulders as he let go of your wrist and took the list from his pocket, unfolding it and looking at it. "Number two... the second item is red and tasty, something that you put on Sundaes. A cherry?"

"I would think so. We can get one from the ice cream cart," you said. "Mm... ice cream..." With the hot sun beating down on you, making your hair warm and you sweat a bit, ice cream sounded delicious.

"Do you want some?" Ludwig asked as his eyes locked onto the ice cream cart, where he saw three other groups getting cherries. "I don't mind getting you some."

"Really?" You grinned up at him. "Thanks, Ludwig! I'm glad you're my partner!"

His cheeks went pink again. "J-ja. You too, frau." He lead you to the cart, where he got a cherry for the scavenger hunt and then ordered an ice cream cone with a scoop of your favorite flavor for you. He handed it to you and you thanks him, giving it a lick.

"Next is..." Ludwig trailed off, staring at you as you gave your ice cream long licks. The pink still on his cheeks went red, spreading across his nose.

"... What?" you asked, raising your eyebrows. "Did I get ice cream on my face already?"

"Nein! You just.... nevermind." Ludwig shook his head, still staring. You stared right back as you put your lips on your ice cream, sucking up the melting parts. "Schatz, will you just eat it?!" he snapped, looking away.

"... huh? Why? I like making it last~." You bit off a small part on the top.

"Ja... I bet you do..." You could barely hear him as he mumbled something, his pink tongue snaking out to lick his lips.

"'Scuse me?" You tilted your head. "I didn't hear you."

"Gut." He sounded firm as he looked back down to the list. "Let's hurry, madchen. I refuse to lose." He grabbed your wrist again and you dropped your ice cream. He pulled you away as you wailed about your fallen ice cream, staring with dismay at the cone and ice cream on the deck

The two of you then went on collecting the items quickly, Ludwig refusing to slow down, even picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder when you had sat down for a second. But finally, the two of you stood back at the start of the whole thing, holding various objects. You were panting, sweat dripping down you. The last three iems, Ludwg had started to run, making you run as well. You sank to the deck floor with a groan. The German was in good shaope, you admitted, admiring the sheen of sweat on his hard body. Those last three items were scattered across the ship, and he was barely breathing hard. "We're done, right? And we lost?" Two other pairs were there, muttering amongst themselves.

"Nein." Ludwig grabbed you by your tank, pulling you up. "There's a last riddle. If we answer it first, we win." He pointed to a new sign on the table.

Weight in my belly,
Trees on my back,
Nails in my ribs,
Feet I do lack.

"... Well, we lost," you said, throwing your hands up in defeat. "I have no clue what that thing is."

"Think, schatz," Ludwig said, looking at you calmly. That strange name... he had been calling you it since the ice cream. You didn't know what it meant, but you really liked it. "We can do this."

You leaned against him, sighing. You felt him stiffen up, but then he relaxed a bit. "Okay, okay... I'm thinking. I'm thinking... that I have no clue what it means."

Ludwig snorted. "Just be quiet und think. You solved some riddles already." He went quiet, and you decided to shut up and think as well. At first, though, all you cold think about was Ludwig. The way his hair was neatly slicked back, the way you shivered whenever you looked into his eyes, his accent, his muscles... How hard you felt your heart beating now that you were so very close to him... In fact, you had to start saying the riddle to yourself just to get him out of your brain.

"Trees... masts... nails, actual nails... no feet..." you mumbled to yourself. And then you had it. "Ludwig! Ludwig, I got it!" You yanked him down to your height and pressed your lips to his ear. You were so close, you could smell his sweaty musk and a light hint of cologne. "A ship." Your lips brushed his ear as you told him, and you thought you felt him shudder.

"Ja!" He yanked back, his face pink. "I think that's it!" You and him ran to the leader of the scavenger hunt and told him what you had come up with.

"That is... correct!" The man in white smiled largely. "Congratulations, you two. You've won a luxury dinner in the dining room."

You wooped and jumped up and down as Ludwig broke into a smile. It wasn't so much the prize, but the fact that you won. And... and the fact you were able to meet Ludwig. He was so handsome, so kind, smart, hard-working... "Ludwig!" you cried, jumping at him. He looked surprised as you wrapped your arms around his neck and mashed your mouth against his clumsily, your heart thumping erratically.

Immediantly you felt his arms tighten around you and felt yourself being slammed against a wall. His lips hungrily kissed you back, making up for your clumsiness. You gasped out in surprise as he pried your mouth out with his own, slipping his tongue into your mouth and wrestling with your tongue. Only once he had won did he pull away, flushed pink but smirking. All around, people stared but the two of you ignored them. "Mein schatz... I wanted to do that since I saw you, standing there alone in your tank top, looking so pretty... But I couldn't read any of your verdammen signs. You should've just come out und told me you wanted me, frau. "

"I-I think you're delusional," you mumbled, feeling your face burn at his words.

Ludwig's following laugh sounded like a bark. "Nein. Und now... I love it when you blush at me like that." His hand came up and carressed your cheek. "So, schatz... be mine?" His blue eyes stared straight into your (e/c) ones, and you saw his tongue snake out and lick his lips again.

"Obviously, you German hunk," you said, pressing your lips to his again. You felt him rumble with laughter.

He pulled back, looking very happy. He was smirking and yet there was a familiar pink blush on his cheeks. "So, to dinner? Or we can just go and be hermits in mein cabin.... you can try out some of your ice cream moves on something much tastier, ja?" You felt his hand slide down your side and into you suit bottoms. You yelped out in surprise.

"L-LUDWIG!"  

Yes, Ludwig was kind, smart, handsome, and hard-working... but he was also a secret pervert. And you were never bored again on the cruise, that was for sure.
... I wanna go on a cruise... :iconcryingplz:

ANYWAYS. Here's Germany~. :icongermanysparklesplz: I like this one. It's... okay. Of course, I just love Germany.

Speaking of loving Germany... I love pervy Germany. :iconpervygermanyplz: I love him too much, really. OHGODWHY THE ENDING. XD :icondat-wurstplz:

... other than that, I don't even know anymore, dudes...

(Also, if you take the ending as you and him having lotsa sex, think of this... your parents got you laaaaaaaid. XDDDD)
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Name: Ludwig Beilschmidt (Federal Republic of Germany)
Gender: Male
Continent: Europe
Height: 5' 11"
Age: 20 (appearance)
Hair Color: Blonde
Special Hair Feature: It looks sexier when it isn't slicked back
Eye Color: Blue
Personality: German (Likes XXX/BDSM things) Serious, pessimistic personality. Is at otal neat-freak and rule-abiding perfectionist and does not tolerate mistakes. (punishment)
Family: Brothers-Prussia, the rest are unknown Grandfather-Germania Sister-Liechtenstein
Friends: Italy, Japan, and "Austria"
Sexiness Meter (1-3): He broke the scale with his sexy-German-in-a-wife-beater-ness
Favorite Food: "Vurst" (Wurst)
Fun Fact: He looks drop dead sexy in a wife beater.
Surprising Fact: He used to be the Holy Roman Empire.
Extra: Be careful on how you speak to him, you may unleash the BDSM or extreme sexiness.

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Dear fangirls,

I'm just going to skip to what I know all of you want to hear. Go in my closet...and I'll have to punish you with my Trausnitz Castle.

-Ludwig Beilschmidt
Okie so, in my story "Gakuen Hetalia, Now In English!" I mentioned to a reader that I'll make a "Guide to Hetalia Men" (as said in the story) so here is my "Guide to Gakuen Hetalia"!

Me no own Gakuen Hetalia...or the sexy Gakuen Hetalia Germany/Doitsu picture...

Gallery of "Guide to Gakuen Hetalia": [link]
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This has two swear word guys. Just two. Are you PROUD OF MEEEEE!?!?!?!

"What a great show, love." Arthur pulled you in close, giving you a sweaty kiss on stage. Some of the crowd screamed, while other obsessive fan girls and boys seethed in jealousy.  You then skipped away, giving your tour manager a high-five.

"We were totally rad out there!" You shouted, smiling. He smiled back, and then turned away to deal with technical duties. The day was finally over for you and your crew.  These band festivals took a real toll on their stamina. As you made your way to the tour bus, the other guys were breathing hard against your neck, chugging their water every few seconds. They would move and their sweat would ripple off them. It was disgusting, but you know, to any fan girl it would be bathing in holy water.

You collapsed to the couch at your tour bus as the others made their way to the fridge to cool off for the next few hours until the next time their strength was tested against heat waves. Arthur came to your couch, crouching down to your face.

"You look exhausted, maybe another night, okay? It's alright; I have a very low sex drive compared to Francis, that cheesy bastard." He smiled, moving stray hairs from your face with his light touch.

"Yeah." You managed to groan. It sounded like a hoarse moan, and Arthur, being the perverted 'man' he was, smirked.  He smashed his lips to yours, taking you in, cupping your face in his hands. You blushed into the kiss, the feeling of heat intensifying.

"Now only if you could say my name like that, damn, your little short shorts would be off." He whispered, his emerald orbs gleaming with lust. You giggled, ruining the whole moment. You could almost never be in such an intense scene.  You sat up on the couch, letting Arthur to sit and cuddle you.

"Guys, let's please keep our hands to ourselves tonight. No one could sleep last night because you. And I mean, me being The Hero, my attempts to make you shut up were in vain. So please, for the sake of the rest of our 'innocence', be quiet….er." America said groggily, rubbing his eyes in his American flag footie pajamas.

"We could only try!" Arthur laughed.  Alfred gave his best attempt to glare, and then headed back to bed.  The room was quiet with the occasional whispers of sweet nothings.  A few hours or so went by, and it was getting close to the morning.

"I'm going to bed, would you like to join?" Arthur yawned, stretching his arms and getting up.

"No, I think I'm going to chill for a few more minutes and then I'll come." You smiled back, getting up with him and walking past the beds of the sleeping mates. When you got to the back part of the bus, you saw a dim light and Matthew in the corner of the room reading. You smile to yourself. Mattie was so sweet. His brother, Francis taught him his ways. But even still, Matthew had a certain, sensitive aptitude about himself. Before meeting Arthur, you and Matthew were close friends, best friends. You still were today, but with Arthur being such a major part of your life as well as the band, Mattie was one of those things that were forgotten or just always last on the list to get to.  Still, you knew you could always go to him for anything if everything else failed. Of course, that rarely happened, so you never needed him much anymore.

When you first started your band with Arthur, Matthew was excited for you. He was very supportive, putting up posters for you and being a mini manager for your weakling 'band'. It didn't matter then, Matthew was always happy to help. After you became more successful and became intimate with Arthur, Mattie changed. He was more distant. He would still always help, but it didn't seem as if he was happy for you anymore. It was apparent to you at first, but since the prosperity of the band was rising, he seemed more and more of a speck in your life.

You made your way to him, pulling up a chair next to him. There was a table separating you, which made you feel more…detached from him. He didn't look up from his book, for he was always a shy boy.

"Good morning." You whispered, as you saw the clock behind him turn to 12:01 am.

"Is it morning finally!? It's time for pancakes then." He set the book down, turning in his seat to the fridge.

"Let me help, I'll get you the…syrup. Would you like the maple or honey? Oh! We also have Mrs. Buttersworth!" You smiled mischievously at him.  He whipped his head to you, and then slowly came over to you. He smiled a genuine smile, putting his hands up around you leaning on the cupboard doors.

"Well, it's not like a maple leaf is in my attire every day." He caressed your face.

"I, um.." You stumbled, feeling quite uncomfortable under the affection. With the little accessibility you had, you turned to get the maple syrup for him.

"H-here." You handed the bottle to him. He was surprised from this reaction; Francis said it would work. You trap them and gaze into their eyes with longing affection, and then go in for the kill. Matthew backed up to let you move. His hands went through his hair,

"D-do you want some pancakes too?" He stuttered, scratching the back of his neck now.

"Sure." You whispered, making your way back to the table with the bottle of syrup in your hand.  Once both of you were seated, Matthew opened up the bottle.

"Oh, I'll get the other bottle then." You said, as you noticed the syrup was to its last drops.

"You can always have Mr.Buttersworth." You stopped dead in your tracks. You turned in your stance to face him,

"What the hell is with you, Mattie!? Why are you being such a flirt like your brother!?" You hissed. Matthew flinched at the word 'brother'. He was always mistaken for his other half brothers, but because it was from you the words stung, pounded over and over in his head, "like your brother." He stayed quiet for an elongated minute, sinking farther and farther into his chair. Now he just wanted to crawl into a ball and die from making you angry.

"I-I, um, I was trying to, uh, you know, im-impress you, because I'msortof,Imeankindofinlovewithyou." He looked to the floor, shame on his face. You were quite bewildered. Matthew, your Mattie, is in love, with you!? You thought it was quite a miracle to get one guy to come near you in an arm's length radius, but now two!?  You came towards him now, wrapping your arms around him, snuggling your face in his neck.
"I love you too, Mattie. I just, I don't love you intimately as I do Arthur. I-"Your voice got caught in your throat. The lump in your throat was growing and you couldn't just cry here, right now.

"I know." Matthew whispered. He still kissed you anyway, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. His lips were of maple syrup and fallen leaves on the tip of his tongue.  When he pulled away, he took his glasses off to see you. You took his face in your hands and drew circles with your thumbs.

"I just needed that for my daydreams. I love you." He smiled his flawless smile. His indigo eyes were gleaming in the dim light of the early morning.  All you could do was smile and not let the waterfalls come. You couldn't whisper the same words, because they would be in vain, meaningless.

Matthew then stood to give you a tight hug and then kissed you on the forehead.

"Pancakes?"

Once the dishes were cleared, you headed back to Arthur's bunk. You slipped underneath the blanket, curling your legs so they were also underneath the blanket. Arthur noticed you, entangling his legs in yours and wiping the hair away from your face.

"Love, what have you been doing? You're going to be tired later." He whispered, not opening his eyes.  You kissed his cheek, and then rolled over so he couldn't see you slip a tear. What a sweet, innocent secret you and Matthew had. You would lock it in your heart forever, and ever.
Hi!!! This was hard for me to write because Canada is so sweet and I didn't want to crush him D:
BUT I DID ANYWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
I, am, um, just a little bit, kind of, in love with Arthur. Heheheh...
:iconpirateiggyplz:

I don't own anything, even though I wished I owned Arthur and Francis. :0

Part 2 here: [link]
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'Just another great day in Canada' You thought as you shivered against the cold of what was the canadian winter.





You were cold, tired, hungry, and weak. Your lack of clothing made it nearly possible for you to stay alive. Trying to make a fire was utmost futile. you had no weapons to use to hunt either.


'This can't get any worse' you thought, only to have regretted it. Why?




It started to rain.



'Mother %$#@!" You thought. Your clothes becoming damp, soggy, and wet. Making you even more colder.






Even trees couldn't give you any shelter at this point in time.








'I guess ill just have to except my fate." You thought.





the cold  was giving you pneumonia (i was surprised i could spell it)and frostbite. Your shoes were thin and had holed in them making your feet numb and useless. Your scarf tattered and worn out. Your clothes itchy, damp, soggy, cold, worn out, and thin. Your jeans dirty and torn. It was awful.















You were weak from loss of sleep, food, and warmth. 'Well this is it," You thought. 'I'm going to die.'















Suddenly the rain stopped pouring on you, 'Am i dead?' you thought. You used every last bit of strength in your weak body to open your eyes. You opened them to see a man holding a polar bear. Standing above you with an umbrella.




You smiled weakly before passing out.
Got this idea when i was on vacation in new york city and it was POURING rain out there, i tell ya, POURING.





Anyway,



I don't own hetalia,you or Canada, I only own plot.
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Invisible- A Canada x Reader fic

((Author's Note! The protagonist (main character) in this is a 19 year old girl. Or should I say, you are. You're a 19 year old girl now, because I'm the author, and I can manipulate time and space (and age and gender) for my stories. It's in my contract. So yeah. I control your life, and you're going to enjoy it. On to the story!))

Chapter 1

"Now ____, there's going to be a lot of important people here. You've got to conduct yourself in a very ladylike manner. Be polite, use your manners. Do you understand?" You simply nodded. You really didn't have a lot to say since your parents died and you had to move in with your cousin Roderich. All of this had happened so quickly; you were still trying to get used to the fact that you were a country. Your parents had hoped that Roderich might be able to teach you a thing or two about being a country until you could move to your own place. Now, he was taking you to your first World Conference, where you would meet all of the other people who were like you. To be honest, you were scared to death. What if the other countries would take advantage of you because you were so inexperienced? You held onto Roderich's arm for dear life as you entered the large hall. Miss Hungary put a hand on your shoulder for support, and you tried to muster a smile for her.
"Yo! Austria! Is this the newbie?" You cringed at the loud voice that had erupted from behind you. With a sigh of frustration, your cousin turned to face him.
"Yes, America, this is (Insert Country Name Here!). Say hello, ____." Wide-eyed, you look at the man that Roderich referred to as 'America', who was grinning from ear to ear. Timidly, you raise the arm not currently cutting off Austria's circulation and wave to him.
"She doesn't have a lot to say, huh?" America laughed.
"I'd say she doesn't. The poor girl is terrified, a bit confused, and I'd say she bloody well ought to be!" A new man had suddenly appeared beside America, and your grip on your cousin tightened, if that was even possible.
"Relax, ____." Hungary soothed.
"England, this is (Country Name). She'll be a permanent member of our World Conferences from now on. ____, this is America's brother England." England, huh? He had a gentle smile compared to his obnoxious brother, but you were still wary of him. The weirdoes were always the ones who looked the kindest.
"Not talking to my bro either, huh Miss (CN)?" You just stared back at him, terrified. You gasped as yet another man joined the circle.
"Ah, messieurs, Are we already beginning the race to form Alliances with the newest member of our group? Bonjour, mon amour." The blond lifted your free hand and pressed it to his lips, and he winked at you. You quickly drew your hand away, blushing deeply.
"Stay away from (CN), you damned frog!" England commanded.
"Yeah, France! We're not trying to form alliances yet! We just met her!" You cowered away from the arguing nations, and turned to Roderich, who held his face in his free hand.
"Roderich?" You whisper.
"Yes, ____?"
"I have to use the bathroom. May I be excused?" He nodded, and pointed the way to the restrooms. You pried your hand from where it had been clamped on Austria's arm, and watched him try to shake feeling into it as you walked away.
"That woman has a strong grip." He muttered.


The angry nations terrified you, and you had to get away. Really, all you wanted was a place to sit and reflect until the meeting started. You hurried through the crowd of nations, noticing all of them eyeing you as you walked past. You wondered if you would ever fit in with any of the groups scattered around the hall. Everyone was in a cluster. All except for you. You were wary of everyone's intentions, and scurried away from anyone who tried to spark a conversation. You desperately searched for a quiet spot, and eventually you saw one. One man was sitting all alone with his pet bear on his lap, reading a sports magazine with a hockey player on the front. You made your way over there and sat next to him, he glanced at you, but soon returned to his reading.
"Is this seat taken?" You whisper. He jumped, dropping his magazine and looking at you, stunned.
"Well, n-no! I mean… You can see me?" You nod.
"Of course." This man really reminded you of one of the countries that Roderich had introduced you to earlier. America, you think it was.
"Are you new here?" The boy asked quietly.
"Yes. I'm (CN), but I'm used to being called ____. I'm new to this whole country thing." The boy smiled.
"I'm Canada. Or Matthew, if you prefer." The little bear looked at the man.
"Who are you?" It asked.
"I'm Canada!" He said in frustration. You were about to say something else when America's voice came over the loudspeaker.
"Dudes and dudettes! The World Conference is about to begin! We've got a lot to discuss, so please take your seats around the table!"

To be continued…maybe. (See description)
This is my first Reader fic, so please take that into consideration. Should I continue it or not? Let me know in the comments! Please let me know if you catch any typos or anything. Thanks!

Canada/ Hetalia copyright: Hidekaz Himaruya

This story: ~whiteflagitaly

You belong to ME Yourself.


Chapter 2: [link]
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     They say there is a ghost that haunts the old log cabin in the woods," England whispered is a hushed voice as the campfire made shadows play along his face. He wiggled his eyebrows and his green eyes glistened mischievously. "The woods I speak of my dear ladies and gentlemen is this very woods we are sitting in now," he continued. The childish American sitting beside you on a log flailed his arms. "Aw come on Igggggggy! You know I don't like scary stories and this story is just terrifying!" he whined. The green eyed man sighed. "It's Arthur," he hissed. America pointed his stick with a burnt marshmallow towards the British man. "Tell him ___!" America shouted on your ear, causing you to flinch. England frowned at America's rude behavior towards a lady such as yourself. The two of them along with France began to argue but you ignored them.  At one point you thought you had heard them mention your short shorts, probably Francis. Once all the countries managed to calm down, England continued the ghost story to poor Alfred's disappointment.

     Although Arthur had only been telling the story to scare Alfred... You had heard the stories at other places too, so you waited till everyone fell asleep before beginning your search.

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Can you see me now?
Can you see me now?


     The moon followed you through the night, trying to light a path for you through the trees' curtain of leaves. Sounds of owls hooting, leaves rustling, and animals rushing by you whistled through the air. You squealed and spun to your right when something furry brushed your legs. Something small and white rushed past you with such speed that you weren't able to make out just what it was. Summoning any ounce of bravery you had left, you followed the creature. Slowly the white creature vanished. Sticks brakes under your bare feet, bugs hissed and scurried away, wind blew your ___ colored hair about, and your feet seemed to have a mind of their own... continuing to run. It was as if you were chasing someone, your heart pounded in your ears, our breaths came in short quick gasps. It is crazy to chase thin air but something propelled you forward.

All this weeping in the air
Who can tell where it will fall?
Through floating forests in the air
'Cross the rolling open sea


     Your feet halted when a lonely, dark, quiet cabin came into sight. It was a small and simple log cabin that had some moss and vines growing and consuming the structure. This is indeed the log cabin that England had been speaking of when he had been telling the ghost story. You approached the structure with muddy feet and pushed the front door open. The door creaked loudly in the quiet night, almost as if someone had been trying to keep you out. "Hello?" you called softly and studied the empty cabin. Not one piece of furniture decorated the small home, all that now lay in the now abandoned cabin was a candle in the middle of the floor. You pull a small lighter out of your short pockets, carefully lighting the small candle. "I don't wish to harm you," you whispered assuringly. The candle's flame flickered for a moment. You stood upright and placed the lighter back into your pocket. A sweet scent spread around the cabin, almost like the smell of maple syrup which is odd since you are in the middle of the woods.

Blow a kiss, I run through air
Leave the past, find nowhere
Floating forests in the air
Clowns all around you


     The illuminated cabin remained silent for a moment, considering what you wanted. The front door slammed shut and the candle's flame died out, emitting a scream in the form of smoke. You spun around to look at the candle, standing behind the candle stood a tall man with light medium length blonde hair, and bright blue eyes that require glasses. Unlike your casual wear, he wore a black tux with a brown dress shirt underneath that practically matched the color of maple syrup. Matthew blushed slightly, not used to being called out or getting attention.

Clowns that only let you know
Where you let your senses go
Clowns all around you
It's a cross I need to bear

All this black and cruel despair
This is an emergency
Don't you hide your eyes from me
Open them and see me now


     'Dance' The moon, stars, and night took over your body then. You stride over to the shy, slightly transparent boy and raise a hand. The faint echo of music formed in the air, matching the strides of your long ___ skin toned legs. His blue eyes widened slightly as he took a shaky, unnecessary breath. You lightly ran your fingers through his hair and all the way down to the back of his neck where you rested your hand. Canada lightly took your free hand in his, sending a chill up your arm that shook your very soul. You slid your hand down his neck to his lower back. The song grew a bit louder, urging and pressing for you two to continue. You took slow careful steps back, making the ghost follow with you. His face became their usual pale color rather than the crimson color it had been before as he gained confidence. You released his hands and took a couple steps back before spinning around gracefully. The look in the calm ghost's eyes changed as he moved forward, wrapping his arms around you. Both his hands rested on your stomach and moved to trace your curves. You spun around in his arms and pressed a brief kiss to his lips. Canada dipped you, pressing his lips back to yours as he did so. Slowly he pulled you back up and pulled you so that you were both fully pressed together. Matthew flipped his hair out of his face and grabbed your hand, spinning you around several times. When he released your hand, he pulled his tux jacket off and tossed it aside. You moved back over to the man and places your hands on his shoulders while you wrapped a leg around one of his. Canada spun both of you around while pressing butterfly kisses along your cheeks and nose. "Matthew," you murmur, not forgetting his name. A small smile crossed the ghost's face, his lips moved against your ear, "___." Gently he twirled you away from him while keeping one of his hands on yours. You let your swing out then spun back into his arms. This time Canada placed a soft kiss on your neck before spinning you around to face him. You placed your left hand on his shoulder and gripped his other hand with your right. He took a step forward but to the right side of you and you took a step forward to the left side of him. You took a step forward to his right side and he took a step to your left side, the two of you repeated the process with carefully practiced moves.

Can you see me now?
Can you see me now?

Can you see?
Can you see?
See me here in the air
Not holding on to anywhere
But holding on so beware
I have secrets I won't share


     Canada dipped you to the right with his strong arms and pressed another kiss to your lips. You smiled against his lips as he pulled you upright then dipped you to the left. "You can see me?" Matthew asked as he raised your clasped hands up to the ceiling, back to your sides, and then out. The two of you walked towards the front door, pressed closely together. Matthew turned and you two walked back towards the window in the back of the cabin. You laughed softly and released him, taking a few steps back. Lightly you rested your hands against your lips and traced your sides up to your head and hair, then you held up a hand and motioned him over with a finger. The boy chuckled, a very welcoming and soothing sound. He walked over, placing his hands on your hips while the two of you danced your slow haunted tango. You didn't realize it right away but you were dancing on air rather than on the floor of the cabin. "You can see me, you know my name, you can touch me... do you love me?" he asked quietly, tracing shapes on your thighs with his fingers. You nodded, a bit out of breath and chilly. "Yes, I love you Matthew," you whispered. The Canadian nodded his head and tapped your nose. "Close your eyes," he instructed. You closed your ___ colored eyes and smiled as Matthew traced your facial features, ran his fingers through your ___ colored hair, and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Kiss me again," you whispered and wrapped your arms around his neck. Matthew leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours in a last and final passionate kiss. His fingers grazed across your cheekbones. "I want you to count to ten, and then open your eyes," he murmured before deepening the kiss, as if he was desperate. His lips left yours and trailed across your jaw line. "Start counting now," he murmured when you felt your feet hit the floor, and his lips no longer caressed your face. 'One... Two... Three... Four' you counted to yourself. The air the the cabin seemed to spin as the temperature in the cabin returned to normal. 'Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine' you thought. The candle in the corner of the room flickered back to life, even behind your eyelids you could partly see the dancing light. "Ten," you said aloud and opened your ___ colored eyes.

See me here pushing you
If I then deny I do
Contemplate or wish away
If I ask you not to stay

Clowns that only let you know
Where you let your senses go
Clowns all around you
It's a cross I need to bear


     Once again you stood alone in the abandoned log cabin. The only foot prints that could be seen on the dusty floors were your own, no sweet scent floated around the cabin, and not evidence of Matthew ever being there and dancing with you existed. Again, Canada could not be seen and you stood alone in the warm night in the cabin. It was as if you had been dancing with thin air. One thing out of place though, sat in one of the corners of the empty cabin. You took a deep shaky breath and walked over, squatting down to examine a small piece of paper.  Your fingers shook uncontrollably as you picked up the paper, not unfolding it just yet.

     You walked out of the house and peered around in the dim lighting for something, anything to leave him. A small smile crossed your face when you spotted some flowers. Carefully you picked them and placed them to your nose, they emitted a sweet smell that reminded you of Matthew. "Thank you for the dance," you told the air and rested the flowers next to the candle. You leaned forward, blowing out the enchanted candle... then you ran. You didn't stop till you reached the small camp where everyone still rested, sleeping. Slowly, you lowering yourself into the sleeping bag and opened up the paper to read the neat writing.

All this black and cruel despair
This is an emergency
Don't you hide your eyes from me
Open them and see me now


     On the paper read: "Thank you for seeing me when no one else could, even if it was only for one night."
Next part to my Hetalia Tango series. Um, I think this one is okayyyyyyyy, bleh. It's cute, at least? Again.. I such at writing about dancing.. yeah... glkaghohgohjago;

The song is: "Clowns: by t.A.T.u. [link]

I don't own Hetalia or any of the Hetalia characters. i also don't own the picture, i found it on google.
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    You woke up from your dreamless slumber and stared at the window.
 "Dammit, I wish it was Saturday" you groaned. You struggled under the covers to get away from the bright light, but it was futile. You gave up, barely trying to get out of your bed when your mom comes at the door.
" Get your fatass up and get dressed" your mom yelled and walked out.
"I love you too mom " you said with sarcasm dripping at your voice. You hopped out of the bed and took a look of yourself at the mirror.'Man Im not even that fat' you thought.You had some meat on your bones, but it was a healthy amount. You hopped in the shower and got out quickly, brushing your damp hair and putting on your (f/c) top with a pair of jeans and some boots, not to forget your money and backpack.You ran downstairs and got a piece of bread and spread some Nutella ( Yum~) on it. But before you could eat you saw your sister standing in the doorway. "
"Hey Fatty~ make sure you dont tire yourself out by the time its lunch.." she snickered
Your sister was a model so she always look good because she was skinny. She would try to make your day a living hell, but you got used to it and just shrugged it off.
" Morning sis" you rolled your eyes and got your stuff and just walked out.

TIMESKIP ~~~~~


You made it to school safe and sound,and you headed to your locker. When you opened, out popped out a note. You opened it and read it
" I like you ~ You are beautiful and you shouldnt let your body shape get in the way of it. I see you everyday but you dont notice me.Until then, here is a maple leaf"
Share the love with more Chubby!reader inserts ;DD
This is actually based on a personal expirience of mine especially when i was in middle school. my bestfriend said that size is just a number so aprecciate the way you are but take care of yourself also ;P.(c) I dont own Hetalia
(C) I dont own you
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2p!CanadaxQuiet!Readerx2p!America: Smexy Elevator Time

Warning this contains inapro-pro stuff if you not old enough to read about sex then get off this freaking page!Thanks and Enjoy :p
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Running that was all you could do,why you were running you might ask?The main reason was the fear of the wrath of an certain englishman,you were running late for the 4th meeting in a row.You were the quiet,shy country of ___________.

You ran as fast as you could through the parking lot but this wasn't just any meeting the 2ps were coming aswell,thank scones yours was like a sister to you.You ran into the elevator the jazz music played softly as you relaxed pressing the button for the 10th floor.

Just as the doors were about to close you heard angry yells of and American and Canadian, a nailed-baseball bat stopped the door from closing.

You shook slightly as Alfred's 2p came into view,he had reddish brown hair with his stubborn cowlick,tan skin,and menacing red eyes hidden behind red shades.He wore a dark bomber jacket with a white t-shirt,and wripped black jean.he slung his nailed baseball bat and walked in next to you staring down at you with a smirk,you avoided his gaze.

"Hurry up you maple ass pansey!"Al shouted looking back down at you,avoiding eye contact

"Shut it Fatass!"Matt yelled back walking in wearing a canadian mountie uniform with his regular stotic expression.His violet eyes covered by his black sunglasses,his blonde hair pulled back into a short pony tail his curl bouncing slightly as he walked in,he stood next to you crossing his arms.You were practically sandwhiched between the two hottest 2ps there were.

The doors closed with a ding making you tense up,they both stared down at you making your heartbeat increase and you kept your eyes locked on the ground.There was a silence only the gentle ding of the elevator going up floors,you felt their eyes scanning you up and down

'Why do they have to have the meetings near the top floor'you thought you looked up and saw you where only on the 5th floor'Alright __________ your half way there'you thought to yourself.

But that thought was quickly destroyed when the elevator came to abrupt stop making you lose your balence and grab onto Al as light flickered,who looked down and smirked at you not letting go making your face turn red.You heard Matt growl and grab you from his brother and pulled you into a protective hug.

"Keep your hands off my girl Veggie Freak!"he growled holding you tighter

'OH MY GOD!OH MY GOD!OH MY GOD!'you thought you heart pounding against your chest.

"Fuck off Matthew I saw her first!"Al yelled like a child taking a swing at Matt,who ducked and forced your lips against his in a dominate kiss.Know you were on the ground sitting on 2p canada's lap being kissed roughly and Al didn't like it one bit.

He sat down with a thud pulling you away from the canadian kissing you he squeezed your breast making you grasp,he forced his tounge in.He pulled away smiling evilly looking at Matt with a smirk,in which he smirked back.You looked at both of them you thought you were going to faint.Alfred picked up his bat and threw it at the camera,destroying it so no one would know what was about to go down.

You squeaked as they lifted you up,alfred leaned against the wall your back pressed against his chest.Matt was pressing his hips into yours roughly grinding,you had dirty thoughts about these two before but never did any thing. Matt roughly kissed you grinding against your waist,as Alfred attacked your neck with love bites rubbing your sides.You moaned into the kiss feeling your lower regions getting hotter as Matt continued to grind into you.

"God ____________ your so fucking hot"Al purred next to your ear,licking your neck making you shutter.

Matt pulled your (F/c) shirt over your head leaving you only your (F/c) bra covering your torso,and he removed his Red jacket and shirt while Al just dropped off his jacket,and shirt and pulled down your skirt with only your (f/c) panties on as coverage.Your face turned red when you saw they were both muscular,you nose bled slightly.

"Like what you see"Matt said confidently,you could feel Al's abbs against your back when he rested his chin on your shoulder.
"Y-yes"you blushed as he pressed his chest against your breasts and abuised the untouched side of your neck,making you moan as he licked and sucked your sweet spot.Al rubbed your clit through your already soaking panties,making your hips grind against his hands.

Matt started to grop your breasts removing your bra,sucking,teasing and pinching your rosy buds.Driving you crazy with pleasure from all their grinding and attention.You yelped as you felt Al's fingers start pumping in and out of your heat, moaning and panting harshly arching your back.

"Your a virgin aren't you?"Al asked chuckling darkly,all you could do was nod at him making them both smirk,lust visable in their eyes.Finally they removed the last of their clothing and what little you had on,Matt was the first to push into your womanhood picking you up by holding your legs up.

He was nice enough to wait a minute to adjust to his large size in that time Al length pushed into your back door,there was less pain with his intrusion even though he was a big as Matt.With out any warning Matt started to slam into you it hurt but developed into amazing pleasure,his brother fell into the same pace,your mind went fuzzy from all the pleasure your body was expecriencing.

"Ah~Aaaaah~ Matt~...Al~"you moaned panting wrapping your arms around Matt's neck for support.You felt you were coming to your end having them pound into you more animalistically signaling they were close too.

"Matt!!Al!!"you screamed as you came your juices covering their manhoods.

"____________!!"they both yelled feeling their seed shot into you.Panting harshly they both hugged your tired body,panting they pulled out.And you all started to get dressed seeing how the elevator could spring back to life,the only problem your underwear was soaking wet you didn't put them back on let just say that.

"We should have done this a long time ago Jackass"Al said wrapping his arms around your waist kissing your neck,looking at Matt who chuckled.He walked over and hit the 'Ground' button and it started down,you and Al just stared at him.

"What do you think this is the first time it quit you idiots"you both stared at him.

"Hey bro why don't we finish what we started?"Matt said looking at you,you looked at him questioningly the elevator opened its doors and you were back down at the parking lot.

"Yea __________ we're still horny~"Al purred picking you up bridal style

"W-what about the meeting?"you stuttered slightly

"Who the fuck cares!you.me.bed.Now!"he said running out to the car,matthew picked up Al's baseball bat and walked back out to the car.

This could take awhile with their stamina,not like is wasn't going to be hot as hell.......
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  'Another boring day in the office...' you thought to yourself as you sat in your small cubicle that looked similar to all the other ones on this floor. You were a journalist for a newspaper company in Quebec. It was fascinating, yes, but today it was very boring and all you wanted to do was go home and dig into a slice of cake.

  "_______. You are wanted in the boss' office." Said a co-worker of yours. You just nod and wondered if you did something wrong as you walked to Mr. Williams' office.

   You knock on the door and walk in when you heard a 'Come in'. You shut the door after you walk in and sit at the chair in front of his desk. He swirled his chair around to face you. He looked all stressed out which can't be good on your part.

   "You wanted to speak to me, sir?" You asked calmly, although you were nervous and frightened of getting fired or something. "Yes...I-I...um...b-been wanting t-to ask i-if you could...d-do me a favor?" He asked, nervously with a small blush. You found it quite adorable. "What is the favor, sir?" You ask him, curiously.

  He blushed more and motioned for you to come around his desk. Blinking, you do as you are told and he stand up when you stand in front of him. He is a good three inches taller than you. "I-I...I want you to...help me relieve this...s-stress I-I am feeling...." He asked, shyly and softly.

  "But sir, How will I do that?" You asked, confused at his request. He had a small but hardly noticable smirk on his lips. He leaned down and whispered in your ear. "You know what I am talking about ~" His voice was low and husky, making you shiver in absolute delight. This was definately a different side to the shy and sweet candian boss of yours.
 He pisked you up and set you on the desk, rubbing your inner thighs gently while kissing down your neck. You moaned softly and tangled your fingers in his golden colored hair. It was soft like a kitten's fur. You pulled him closer as he started unbutton your shirt.

   You can't say you never imagined this happening. You have been in love with your boss for few years now, but thought he would never like you like this since he was innocent-like. Oh how you were wrong when he slipped a hand into your pants and panties, starting to rub you gently as you tried to keep your moans bit back by biting your lower lip to the point close to making it bleed.

  He whiepered huskily in your ear. "The office is soundproof...don't hold back..." He rubbed you a bit faster as his pushed two fingers into your core, making you gasp and moan, lifting your hips to push his fingers even deeper. He smirked against the skin of your neck and sucked roughly on the sweet spot there as he thrusted his fingers into you faster.

   You were getting close as he thrusted faster and harder with his fingers then suddenly, he removed them, making you whimper. He just chuckled and slipped your pants and panties off while he slipped his pants and boxers off. You have to admit, you always thought he was big, but not as big as you saw now. You blushed as he grabbed your hips and positioned himself at your entrance.

    "Ready?" he asked, staring into your (e/c) eyes. You nodded and grabbed his shoulders. He thrusted into you and you arched your back, groaning. He grunted and started with slow thrusts. They gradually grew faster the more you moaned and the louder your moans grew also. He dug his nails into your hips with you nipped and sucked and kissed his neck all over, making him go harder and deeper.
  You were getting close and panted while he kept thrusting faster, harder and deeper. A knot grew more and more and then you snap your eyes shut, tossing your head back and cried his name out as you climaxed. Seconds laster he grunted out your name and shot his seed deep into you. He pulled out and laid you back onto his desk as he pulled his boxers and pants on.

   You laid there for a moment to just catch your breath and then sat up slowly. He handed you your panties and pants and you put them back on. The both of you looked at each other and smiled. "_______. Tomorrow, come back to my office the same time as today. We have more to discuss tomorrow..." He winked, making you blush. You nodded and left the office, making sure you look presentable.

   As you sit at your cubicle again, you smiled as you now have a lover that is your boss. 'I love him so much....' You thought as you went to work again, excited about tomorrow.
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The depths of Matthew William’s obsession were something even he couldn’t understand. After all, it’s not like ___ was anything special, just your average girl. But she made him feel weird whenever he saw her, made him feel all warm and fuzzy and all this weird ass shit. He didn’t understand what caused it, which only pissed him off even more.

 There was something about you that the Canadian couldn’t resist, something he couldn’t help but want.

 And God, it never ceased to confuse the hell out of him.

When did this god damn obsession begin? Oh, yes, it all began on that God damn day, in the God damn hall right after God damn Math class.

The moment she had walked out that door, she was instantly confronted by the Canadian. Guys like him normally didn’t approach girls like ___ unless they had a legit reason; and, if you could count it as that, one could say he did.

You see, Matt was a valuable player, though not the brightest crayon in the box, for he was going to be kicked off the hockey team if he didn’t bring his geography grade up. Which, of course, is why he went to her; ___ was always getting A’s in that class, if anyone could help him out, it was her.

 Out of fear that he’d hurt her if she refused(which, he thought with a self satisfied grin, was a pretty wise assumption) ___ agreed to come over to his house every Tuesday after school to tutor him. At first, the Canadian was just using her to stay on the hockey team, but there came a time when he started to realize he was actually enjoying her company. He found himself looking forward to Tuesdays more and more.

 It was around then that he realized something weird was going on, for it was then that the true blow to his pride struck; Matt, big, strong, cocky Matt, would always get nervous whenever ___ was around, would actually watch what he said so she’d like him more. Imagine that! He’d never cared about what he said to anyone, and he was actually watching what he said to some girl?!

 It took the somewhat dense Canadian a little while to realize that he had a crush on ____ and, when he did, things got worse. His once innocent, barely noticeable crush soon turned into something that could only be described as an obsession.

 Matt wanted to be the only person she thought about, wanted for her to be his and his alone. He would always feel pangs of jealousy whenever other people, especially boys, talked to ___, to make her laugh the laugh that, as far as he was concerned, was his.

 It soon became his goal to make her his.

Problem was, Matt had never been very good when it came to girls. I mean, he was good at picking them up for sex, but an actual relationship was foreign territory. It then dawned on the Canadian what to do; he would just take ___.

After all, if her virginity belonged to him, no one else could have her, right? Matt grinned, stuffing his hands in his pockets and silently enjoying his little stroke of genius.

 Oh yes, today he would have ___, and no one was going to get in his way.

***

Autumn leaves, beautiful shades of red and orange, crunched underneath your feet as you walked home at an easy pace. You loved this time of year, it was always so stunning and made your walks home from school so much more enjoyable. Little did you know, you were not alone.

Hidden behind a tall oak tree, Matt silently watched your every move through black aviators, gathering up the courage to approach you. Taking a deep breath, the Canadian abandoned his hiding place and threw an arm over your shoulder. “Hey, ____.”

Once you got over the shock of Matt Williams coming out of no where, you narrowed your eyes. “What do you want, Matt?” You questioned impatiently, not noticing the blush that covered his cheeks when you said his name. “It’s not Tuesday, I have no obligation to help you study for anything.

 The shit eating grin of his slipped off his face a little. “I’m not here for that.”

 This did surprise you a little; after all, it’s not like guys like Matt Williams went around socializing with nerds like you on a daily basis. “Then why are you here?”

 The Canadian suddenly slammed you against the oak tree, his face inches from yours. “I’m here for you, ___.” He whispered and you shivered; his breath smelled like maple syrup. “I’ve wanted you for a while now, and now I finally have you.” He planted a kiss on your neck before smiling. “Though I’d prefer not to take you here.”

 “T-Take me?!” You had just enough time to sputter before he threw you over his shoulders, walking casually to his house as though nothing had happened.

 You instantly began to struggle, pounding on his back with your fists and screaming at him to put you down. He ignored you, of course; he’d waited for so long for this, and now you wanted him to let you go?

Ha!

 Matt might have a thing for you, sure, but that was one request he wasn’t willing to obey.

***

As he entered his bedroom, Matt silently thanked the lord no one was home; it would make things much easier this way. Throwing you on the bed, he quickly leapt on top of you, holding your wrists together with one of his hands. “Well, then.” He smirked. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

 And, with that, he slammed his lips against your. You tried to struggle, but his iron grip prevented you from doing just that. He began to kiss down to your neck, searching for your sweet spot as his free hand ripped of your shirt, taking the bra with it at the same time.

Alarmed, you were about to protest about the sudden removal of your clothes- had he not found your sweet spot. A moan escaping your lips told the Canadian he’d found it, and he couldn’t help but smile. While the Canadian wasn’t necessarily a boob man, he wasn’t going to leave them out of this; he licked between the valley of your breasts, taking one of them in his mouth and massaging the other, causing you to release a loud moan of pleasure.

 Pleased by the moans he got out of you, Matt continued to go south, removing your shorts and panties. Smirking at your dripping wet entrance, he roughly entered a finger inside you. You stiffened, eyes wide.

Oh God, Oh God, oh God, he was INSIDE of you!

 Entering another finger, the Canadian pumped them in and out, grinning when you screamed in pleasure. He removed his fingers, before lowering his head down to your womanhood. Your eyes suddenly widened as you felt something warm enter you. Oh God, his tongue!

 You grabbed his hair, eyes wide. “M-Matt!” The Canadian used his hands to massage your breasts as he nibbled on the sensitive flesh. It was too much. “M-M-MATT!!!”

 The Canadian’s tongue left and he moved up to look at you. Seeing you under him, panting and blushing, turned him on. Swiftly removing his clothes, the Canadian turned his attention over to you once more. Positioning his member at your entrance, Matt smirked. “Ready?”

Not waiting for a reply, he harshly thrust into you. “M-Matt, it hurts!” You screamed, pain shooting through your whole body; it felt like he was tearing you apart!

 Ignoring your screams, the Canadian proceeded to thrust in and out of you, your moans growing louder and louder with each thrust. “Who do you belong to?” You shook your head, refusing to satisfy him.

 He hit your G-sport, the one place that brings out the pleasure in every woman. “Who do you belong to?!”

 “MATT!” You screamed, your nails digging into his back. You hit your climax at the same time he did. With one last thrust, Matt pulled out of you with a grunt, collapsing beside you.

 Pulling you into his arms, he couldn’t help but grin. “You’re mine, ____. Don’t you forget that.”

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You groaned, unsure where you were. It was dark and your head hurt like hell.

"Ah...[name]-san, you are awake." A familiar voice whispered. Your eyes shot open to find that you were in a basement, strapped onto a wood table and naked.

"Kiku!" You choked out, now seeing the man in front of you. His normal white uniform was replaced with black, you noticed a strange, uncomfortable glimmer in his coffee brown eyes.

"Where am I?" You asked. He didn't respond, distracted by something. "Kiku, sir, where am I?" His gaze returned to you.

"It doesn't matter. You're mine." He whispered huskily. You gasped in surprise. This wasn't like him. "I have been noticing you from afar, my little sakura blossom. People have been speaking behind your back, saying that you were an infidel. Now, I am here to dispel them. You, my dear, are mine." He whispered, leaning close to your face. He bit down harshly on your shoulder, causing you to cry out.

"K-Kiku!" You gasp out. His tongue licked the bite mark, soothing the pain for a moment.

"What's the matter my sakura blossom? Is it too much for you?" He took out a black choker and wrapped it around your neck, claiming you as his own.

"Kiku-san...this isn't like you!" You cry.

"I love you my dear [name]. I really do." He murmured, his hand moving down to your breast. You gasped in surprise but were unable to stop him.

"Where's that reserved gentleman I knew?" You cried. He gave your breast a firm squeeze. You made an odd noise, a mixture between a yelp and a mewl.

"Don't you love me though? I remember that you mentioned that I needed to be a little assertive. Am I assertive enough for you?"

"There's a difference between assertive and ra- AH!" You gasp out as his lips latched onto one of your nipples. Every nerve in your body screamed at the fact this was all so wrong! This wasn't the man you knew, the quiet mysterious hard worker. In his place was a soft-spoken rapist! "K-Kiku! Please stop!" You objected to this yet could do nothing against him.

"But my dear, we're just getting started." He moves away, looking around for something. He made a small noise when he found it and walked over. Your eyes followed his movements as he went over to a set of lit candles.

"If you're doing what I think you're doing...please! No!" You cried. He picked up one of the candles and brought it over to you. "No! PLEASE NO DON'T DO TH- ARGHHHH!" You screamed as hot wax was poured onto your stomach. You pulled against your restraints, trying to free yourself from the pain on your stomach.  The pain moved upwards, over your breasts. Your screams grew louder and stronger in intensity.

"Scream louder, it chills my blood in the most satisfying of ways." He whispered. You felt something wet flow down your leg, something warm that wasn't the wax that seared on your body. When he finally relented on the wax, you were crying from the pain. "Oh dear, it appears I went too far. Let me help that." He put the candle away and poured cool water on the wax, causing it to harden and crack. You relaxed, feeling the cool water trace down your body and soothing the pain. You breathed a sigh of relief.

"Kiku-san...it hurt. So badly." You murmured. He placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Shh...it'll be okay." He murmured. You watched as he took off his clothes, revealing his member

"Kiku!" You say in surprise. He smiles.

"Surprised?" His hand trails down your stomach, brushing away at the now hardened wax. You winced occasionally as the wax fell off. He released your ankles, got on the table, and positioned himself. He thrust into you with one movement, causing you to cry out in pain. He completed you, yes, but you didn't want the completion to be like this! You liked Kiku but this wasn't the Kiku you knew. His grunts echoed numbly in your ears, even when he came inside you. The warmth felt cold to your nerves. He noticed your lack of emotion and leaned close to you.

"I suppose we'll have to try again." He whispered. Something damp was pressed on your nose and mouth, causing you to black out.

"You're lucky that it is very hard to anger me, my sakura blossom."
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WHY ARE ALL MY DARK!HETALIA READER INSERTS KINKY AS FUCK?!

Apparently, I cannot do Dark. I can do Kinky but not dark. WHYY? Sorry Kanata-san, I've been sneaking too many of Japan's special mangas

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'My friends are dorks,' you thought to yourself as you and two of your best friends, Matthias and Gilbert, were standing in line at the movie theater. They were forcing you too see Madagascar 3. Seriously? A kids movie? And on opening night too!

"Guys, this is so lame," you whined as you looked around at the other people in line. All of the adults had kids with them. "We're the only ones here without kids!"

"You drug us to Puss 'N Boots last year," Matthias said while Gilbert laughed.

"Hey, Puss 'N Boots was a cute movie," you argued. "Heracles liked it."

"That's cause he's a cat obsessed moron," Gilbert said.

"And what's wrong with that?" you retorted as Matthias chuckled and shook his head. "Cats are awesome."

"Birds are awesomer," Gilbert said glaring at you.

"Are not!"

"Are too!"

"Are too!"

"Are not!"

"Hah!" you exclaimed. "Tricked ya!"

"Not cool, frau!" Gilbert growled as you stuck your tongue out at him.

"You two are setting a bad example for the kids here," Matthias laughed.

"Oh please," you scoffed. "The only thing these kids are paying attention too are Gil's hair and eyes. I bet they think he's a vampire."

Matthias laughed again. "Probably. But he's not sparkly enough."

"Real. Vampires. Don't. Sparkle." Gilbert hissed through clenched teeth as you doubled over with laughter. "At least I don't have Edward hair."

"I do not have Edward hair," Matthias growled in response. "My hair has always been this awesome. In fact, Edward has my hair!"

"No, Edward's hair isn't as spiky as yours, Matt," you said as you stared at his gravity defying hair.

Matthias and Gilbert looked at you in disbelief.

"What? It's true."

But before they could say anything, the line moved and the three of you made your way into the crowed, kid filled theater.

~An Hour and a half later~

"Oh my God, that movie was hilarious!" you laughed as the three of you exited the movie theater.

"I knew you'd like it," Gilbert grinned as he elbowed you in the arm.

"Da da da-da-da-da da da circus!  Da da da-da-da-da da da afro! Circus afro, Circus afro! Polka dot, polka dot, polka dot AFRO!" you sang over and over again.

Gilbert joined in and the two of you sang it at the top of your lungs all the way across the parking lot. You looked over at Matthias as you reached the car and he looked thoroughly annoyed. You walked over to him.

"Hey, Matthias?" you said.

"Yeah?"

"Da da da-," was all you managed to get out before he pressed his lips to yours in a searing kiss. You froze, then relaxed as you kissed him back. But before it could go any further, you pulled back and looked at him with wide eyes.

"What was that for?" you asked, breathlessly.

"I was trying to get you to shut up. And it worked," he grinned.

"Dude," Gilbert said slowly. "You're not gonna kiss me if I start singing it again, are you?"

"Oh hell no!" Matthias said, grimacing in disgust.

You smirked as a devilish idea popped into your head. "What about me? If I start singing, will you kiss me again?"

"Maybe," Matthias said as he cut his eyes at you.

"Da da da-," you started, but were effectively cut off by Matthias' lips being pressed to yours once again.  
What is this...? I don't even....

This is just a random idea that popped into my head the other night. I had the Circus Afro song stuck in my head and I was going around, annoying people by singing it. And I guess that's where this came from. Only no one kissed me to shut me up...

I'm sure we've all heard the song, but if not, here ya go: [link]

Thanks for reading~

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Sexify my love, give into my touch. Baby, tonight I'm gonna set you free....

Your cellphone went off, if you hadn't already noticed from your ringtone erupting throughout small apartment. You pulled the covers off of your head and sat up, groggily. It was unlike anyone to call you so early in the morning, so whoever was calling you must have had an important reason. You reached out and grabbed ahold of your cellphone, that was still singing its ringtone. Your fingers flipped open the lame flip phone and you glanced, with tired eyes, at the caller ID. It was Mathias. Why the hell is he calling me at 8 in the morning? you thought, a bit angered. You pressed the green talk button and placed the phone to your ear.

"What do you want, Mathias?" you asked, sighing in irritation. The Dane laughed over the other line, which involuntarily made you pull the phone away, due to how obnoxious his laughter was.

"No need to be cruel, _____! I just needed to ask you something before I forget," he told you. You obviously knew there was a smirk on his face, which caused a knot to form in your stomach.

"Well, tell me then," you said, throwing your legs over the side of the bed and placing your bare feet on the soft carpet. There was a pause, which didn't suit well with you.

"Okay, listen. There's this new bar that opened up in town, and I could really use a designated driver. Lukas, Emil, Tino, and Berwald are being total asses and won't come with me. So, I was wondering....," he trailed off, as if he didn't want to finish the sentence. Of course, you knew what he was going to end it with.

"If I could be the designated driver?" you finished, in the most calm voice you could muster up. Granted, you were one to have your fair share of liqour, you hated going out to bars and clubs. What ticked you off the most was the fact that this was always happening. Once, when Mathias asked you to drive him to a bar, you said "no". Of course, he found some way to make you feel guilty You bit your lower lip when you heard him make a noise of agreement.

"Mathias! This is the third time this week!" you yelled over the line, causing the blonde Dane to jump a tad bit. He expected you to be angry with him, and you indeed were.

"Come on, _____! I promise this will be the last time this week. I swear on my beer!" he pleaded, actually sounding desperate. There was a long moment of silence. Then, breaking the awkardness, you sighed in defeat.

"Fine, I'll go," you said through clenched teeth. The Danish man whooped with happiness.

"Thank you, _____! Meet me at my house at 9 o'clock tonight!" he ordered before hanging up his phone. You pulled the phone away from your cheek and closed it shut.

You stood from your soft bed and stretched your arms over your head. You knew deep down that this wouldn't be the last time this week he would ask you out again. But, then again, Mathias was your childhood friend and that was another reason you just couldn't say "no" to him. He knew exactly where your weak points were, and how to manipulate them for his own gain. You were still quite oblivious to such thing, so that was a huge disadvantage on your part.

After you placed your phone back on the nightstand, you strutted on to your closet to find something to wear for tonight. Yes, it was still early in the morning, but you wanted everything to be ready so you didn't have to agonize over it throughout the day. You opened up your closet doors and peered inside.

---Time Lapse: 10 Hours---

You pulled your dark blue Dodge Ram into the parking lot of the bar, that was called "The Drunken Sailor," and killed the engine. You wore a pair of dark denim skinny jeans and a white halter top with simple ballet flats. Since you were going to a bar, you didn't want to dress too "club-like" as you would put it.

"You only have till midnight, Mathias. Then we're leaving," you told the blonde, as you turned your head to look at him. Mathias wore a pair of faded bootcut jeans with a hole in the knee and a red buttoned up shirt. His gravity defying hair was the same as always. Mathias grinned at you.

"Got it. Better get in there then and drink as much as I can before midnight," he opened the passenger car door and piled out, basically running through the doors of the pub. You sighed and got out of the truck. You knew it was going to be a long night.

You walked into the bar and was immediately hit with a wave of alcohol. But, this alcohol wasn't sour smelling like what you were used to. It was more...fruity, and sweet. You thought it was unnatural for liqour to have a sweet aroma to it, but here you were, smelling it for yourself. You walked over to the bar, bumping into people as you made your way through the crowd. You lost Mathias somewhere, but you bet money that he was already at the bar.

You took a seat on one of the barstools and sighed. As luck would have it, you sat right next to Mathias. He had already ordered a few shots of what looked to be vodka, since it was clear. You sighed again and stretched your arms out over the barstand.

"Come on, ______. You're not just gonna sit there the whole night, are ya?" he asked, downing one of the shots. He smacked his lips together, as if satisfied with what he just put into his system. You looked at him before smacking your forehead on the cool wood.

"You know how uncomfortable I get when I drink in bars, Mathias," you groaned into the wood. It's not that you got uncomfortable, it's just you weren't exactly trusted to drink around others. The Dane pulled you back up and pushed a few shots in front of you.

"Take a few at least. Their called "Purple Nurples". It won't do much to ya," he said, giving you a reassuring slap on the back. You coughed once or twice from the force of his hand on your back, but recovered quick. You looked at the clear liquid, and swallowed a large lump in your throat. Your fingers wrapped around the small shot glass and pulled it to your lips. In a quick head snap back, the alcohol was out of the glass and traveling down your throat.

----Time Lapse: 13 Hours----

The warm sun rays poured like a golden river through the window. The occupant of the bed, which just happened to be you, groaned in discomfort as the light hit your eyelids. Man, so much for not getting drunk last night. All you remember from the night before was having a few of those "Purple Nurples", and then the rest goes blank. Like a white sheet of paper.

As you tried to sit up on the bed, an arm slithered itself around your waist and yanked you back into someone. You eyes shot open at the sudden movement. What.....the......hell? was the thought that ran through your mind, like a marathon runner, running in a small circle. You lifted up the flap of the blanket and peered inside, blushing a deep red. You were completely naked and you had a feeling the person next to you was also naked.

You slowly, but surely, shifted your body around to get a look at the person you had a one-night stand with, and you could have just passed out.

"Mathias!!" you shreiked at the top of your lungs, flinging the blanket off of you and jumping out of bed. Mathias awoke in an instant, by him rolling off the bed in surprise. He hit the floor with a loud thud. You grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around your body.

"Yo, where's the fire?" you heard him groan, still not picking himself up from the floor. You continued to blush.

"What the hell were you doing in my bed?! Naked!" you yelled. The ex-Viking finally decided to stand up, and it only made everything more awkward. He was completely naked, so everything was now showing. You looked away from him.

"I don't know. I just remember you coming on to me, and bam. Nothin'" he told you, puting on his red boxers. You looked back over at him, shock washing over your entire face.

"I never came on to you. There is no way I would do something like that," you seethed, trying to hold back the urge to strangle him.

"Oh yeah? So, you don't remember putting your hand down my pants while we were in the bar?" he said, looking up at you. That's when everything hit you. Hit you like a truck full of lit fireworks.

----FLASHBACK----

You giggled loudly to yourself as you finished your tenth shot of the wonderful alcohol. You were beyond the normal drunk, but you couldn't really care less. Mathias was almost as drunk as you, but he wasn't off the deep end just yet.

"Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are?" you slurred to the blonde man, downing another shot. Mathias laughed, before he was interrupted by a hiccup.

"Noooo, you're the one that's sexy, _____," he said, his eyelids drooping over his eyes. You giggled, and hiccuped, then giggled again. This has to be the best night ever!. You ordered a couple more rounds of "Purple Nurples" and smirked at Mathias.

"Hey. You wanna go back to my place and have a little.....fun?" you purred out to him, giving him a seductive wink. Yeah, you were definately piss drunk. Mathias gave you the same smirk back and leaned into your face, barely leaving an inch between you both.

"What kinda fun?" he asked, his breath reeking of different types of liqour. You didn't seem to mind though. Then you did something that would even shock Mathias. You reached out a hand and shoved it into his pants, boxers and all.

"I think you know what kinda fun I'mma talking 'bout," you said in a tone that would have make prostitutes jealous. The Dane was completely taken back by your bold move, blushing a deep red. You didn't do anything. Not yet in anyway. After a few moments of silence, you retrieved your hand. The smirk came back on his face.

"I don't see why not. But, we would have to walk," he said to you. Even though you two were drunk as hell, you both knew it wouldn't be smart to drive. You nodded and stood from the stool, nearly toppling over with how jiggly your legs were.

"That's fine with meh. We can has some fun along the way then, yes?" you grabbed ahold of Mathias's hand and pulled him from the stool, pushing and shoving past the crowd and dragging a drunk Dane behind you.

"Oh, I have something to tell you, Mathias," you said as you two got outside into the fresh night air. He looked at you.

"What is it, ______?" he asked. You got on your tip-toes and whispered in his ear;

"I get horny when I drink,"

---END OF FLASHBACK----

You put your head in your hands and sat at the edge of your bed.

"Oh god....I can't believe I did that. I am so sorry about that, Mathias," you muffled through your hands. The Dane sighed and rounded the bed, taking a seat next to you.

"Hey, you were drunk. No one knows better when they drink," he said, resting a strong hand on your shoulder. You looked up from your hands and at him. His chiesled and well-toned chest was decorated in red scratch marks, that most likely came from your nails. Your fingers gently touched the scratches, and he shivered. You thought it hurt, so you quickly retrieved your fingers. He chuckled when you did.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt. Your fingers are just...cold," he said, smiling at you. It wasn't a cheesy, or cocky smile. It was actually one that was caring and sincere. You've never seen a smile like that upon the Dane's lips. It made you smile back. That's when another thought crossed your mind. A very important one.

"Oh god....Arthur...," you said in a panic tone. Arthur Kirkland was your boyfriend for over a year, in case you were wondering. I cheated on Arthur. Oh god, I'm such a horrible person! You began to ramble on about something or another, when Mathias took your face into his hands and bring you look at him.

"Listen to me. Arthur is never going to find out about this. No one is going to find out about this. Last night was a mistake," he said to you in a gentle tone. You nodded, agreeing with him. After a long sigh, he stood up from the bed and finished getting himself dressed. But, something in your heart was telling you that last night wasn't a mistake. Yet, there was your brain, that was saying that it indeed was a mistake. Your brain versus your heart. Which one will win?
THIS IS THE LONGEST THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN! *shotdead*



Okay, moving on! This is for mah husband :iconuraharasteph:~UraharaSteph's contest! ^^ I decided to do a DenmarkxReader! SHOCKED?! *cricket noise* Yeah, me neither~ XDD

Yeah, I kinda rushed through this because my wrist hurts and I need to take a long break from writing. XDD

Use your imagination for the sex scene~ XDDDD

Okay! So, ENJOY~!

Denmark = Mathias
Berwald = Sweden
Tino = Finland
Lukas = Norway
Emil = Iceland
Arthur = England


Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
Picture (c) Photobucket [link]
Song (c) "Sexify my Love" by New Kids on the Block [link] It's a beast song~ XD
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You were going to kill Arthur! When he said he needed help with a 'little' Spring cleaning, he neglected to tell you just how messy his basement was. Currently you were dusting shelves with a duster while the Englishman was upstairs making you both some tea. You cough as you inhale a bit of dust and accidentally drop the duster. After your little coughing fit, you bend down to pick up the duster. You pause as you notice a large, old-looking book next to the duster and pick it up. Blowing the dust off the cover, you cough some more.

"Hm? What's this? I can't read it." Indeed the words on the book were of some language you couldn't understand. "Hey, Arthur!" You call your boyfriend, never taking your eyes off the book; you couldn't for some reason, like something was forcing you to continue looking at the mysterious book.

"No need to yell, love." A voice whispers in your ear, tearing you from your trance; you gasp in surprise and whip your head around, almost dropping the book.

"Arthur! You scared the hell out me!" You half-heartedly glare at the blond man. He chuckles and pecks your cheek, causing you to blush and pout even more.

"Sorry, love. Hm, what is that you have there, dear?" He sets the tray with two cups and full teapot on a nearby table and walks back over to you to examine what you found.

"I think it's some old book, I can't read what it says though." You explain as you hold out the book so Arthur could see; he stares at the book for a minute before speaking.

"May I?" He holds out his hand, never looking away from it, and you gladly give it to him. "Bloody hell." He lets out a shaky laugh.

"What?"

"(N-Name) where did you find this?" He ignores you, still staring at the book in awe.

"Behind one of the bookshelves, when I was dusting. Why? What is it?" You repeat, trying to hide your impatience.

"Th-this is one of my old magic books. I haven't seen this one since I as a child." You stare at the man as a small smile develops on your face; you couldn't hold back the giggles that were bubbling, about to escape.

"What's so funny, love?" You giggle some more, raising you hand to your mouth so as to try to repress your laughter.

"Oh, just the face you're making." You manage to say between giggles. You miss the smirk he was now sporting, thanks to your little laughing fit.

"And what about my face~?" He whispers against you lips, you don't recall him shortening the distance between the two of you; you gasp in surprise of his sudden closeness and his smirk widens as he takes the opportunity to invade your mouth. He explores the already well known territory before breaking the kiss as quickly as he had started it. Your lips tingle from the sweet contact of his and you feel a little light headed, the giggles had also returned with a vengeance.

"Bad boy~." You reply slyly as he licks his lips. His smirk returns at your comment and he leans his mouth down to you ear.

"Love, you have no idea." He practically purrs, sending hot breath to caress your cool flesh. You glance down and follow his arm as it snakes around your waist, while the other continues to hold onto the book.

"The tea will get cold." He chuckles and presses his chest against yours, his smirk ever present.

"I'll make some more." He connects you foreheads together and licks his lips again suggestively.

"Mmmmaybe later." You expertly escape his grasp and grab the book as you scurry away, opening it and scanning through the random page you ended up on. If you thought it was old before, you were sure it was now: the sides of the pages looked as if they were crumbed off, some of the foreign text was illegible, even to those who understood it, and the pages weren't in their pristine white glory but rather an ugly yellowish tent with splotches that were darker.

"Whoa there love, be careful with that, it's quite old." Arthur quickly catches up to you, resting his hands on your shoulders.

"Yeah, I can tell." You skim through each page carefully, touching the papers as if they were made of extremely delicate glass. "Hey Arthur, did you ever use this one?" His face lights up at your question.

"Oh yeah, loads of times. Got myself in quite a bit of trouble with Mum and my brothers." You giggle again at the image of a little Arthur in a dark cape running around with the large spell book and cursing everyone.

"Could I try?" The though was intriguing, you had wanted to use one before but Arthur was never around so you couldn't, you didn't want to accidentally curse someone, especially Arthur.

"Hmm, I don't know, love~." He teases you as he rubs his chin.

"Please, Arthur~." You try your best 'cute face,' which usually worked on the Englishman.  

"Oh, alright, I guess it's fine if you have a go at it." You smile and hug him, being careful not to drop the antique.

"But~, it'll cost you~." He tilts your chin up so you could see his newly formed smirk. A smirk forms on your face, knowing exactly what he was thinking; a small gasp escapes you as the blond smacks your ass, leaving his hand to caress the denim-clad muscle.

"S-so, shall we?" You ask, trying to recompose yourself and not just jump the Brit right then and there, as you motion to the book.

"Alright love." He pecks your cheek and releases your ass; he takes the book from you, finds a spell he deemed was good for you and goes to prepare everything for you. You sit back on a stool and watch him as he draws a circle and weird symbols you didn't recognize on the stone ground. "There. All done." He announces proudly as he stands up; you jump off the stool and quickly make your way to the man. He goes to the desk, scribbles on a piece of paper, leaving the chalk behind, and walks back over to you. "Here you are, love. Just read that as I've written it, make sure you pronounce it right." You take the paper and try to read the illegible words.

"So what will this do?" You eye the Brit wearily; Arthur chuckles before answering.

"Oh, just put a little curse on the frog. Nothing too bad." You give him a half-hearted glare before staring at the paper.

"Uh…santa bardara winda nadara?"

"Shit! Love, you pronounced it wrong!" He warns you too late as the circle grows bright green and grows brighter and brighter, making you shield your eyes with your arm. Then, the light vanishes, leaving the room dead silent. You lower your arm and look around.

"A-Arthur?"

"Yeah, I'm here love." The blond replies as he rubs his eyes. "Bloody hell. I hope that didn't cause too much damage."

"I'm sor-…oh my God! A-A-Arthur!" You rush up to the man and grab the sides of his jaw to expose his teeth.

"Argh, rove, ha har who hoing?" He asks but you ignore him; your eyes widen more and more as you stare longer at his new long and sharp fangs. After a few seconds you calm down and poke one of the fangs with your index finger; but, immediately retract it back after the sharp end point punctures your flesh.

"Ouch! That hurt." You shriek and put your bleeding finger in your mouth to stop the mild bleeding.

"Love, are you-!" His eyes widen as he freezes and licks his lips; the blood was now making him tingle from how delicious it tasted. He slowly raises his hand to touch his lips then his new fangs; when he touches the fangs, he gasps in surprise and falls backwards onto the ground. "Wh-what the bloody hell?! A-are these bloody fangs?!!"

"I'm so sorry Arthur! I couldn't read your hand writing, I should have told you!" You apologize and go to kneel next to him. "I-is there anything I can do? Should I call one of your broth-"

"No! Please love, don't call any of those gits. They're the last people I want here."

"O-okay, um, wh-what should I do then?" You were a little scared; you flinch in pain as you put pressure on your finger, more blood oozes out and you suck on the wound again. Jeez, it couldn't have hit an artery, could it? Arthur freezes again and sniffs the air; he could smell something sweet and tasty. Suddenly you were on your back, your hair sprawled on the floor, with Arthur on top of you, pinning you down and straddling you, and his face was buried in the crook your neck; you could feel his labored breath and a slight pressure from the tips of his fangs. "A-Ar-Arthur?"  You whisper, still a little shocked with the sudden new position. You could hear him breathing heavily through his nose, sending cool breath onto your feverish neck.

"Da-damn it, I-I want to taste more. Ugh, what the bloody hell is wrong with me?" He shakes violently as he tries to control himself.

"I-I think I accidentally turned you into a vampire!" He manages to sit up and he stares at you.

"A vampire? Well, it would make sense, b-but how the bloody hell are we going to turn me back?"

"What are you asking me for?! You're the one who knows all this magic stuff!"

"I know, I know, sorry love." He sighs and sniffs the air again. "God, it's like a drug. Hah, j-just a little." He lowers his face to your neck again, opening his mouth in the process.

"Huh?!" You struggle and try to squirm away, but he was a lot stronger than before. The points press against your tender skin, slightly drawing blood. "Arthur?"

"D-damn it, I can't. I-I don't want to accidentally kill you." He groans and forces his head to look down but not before he accidently scrapes your neck, making you moan lightly from the sensation. Arthur's eyes widen at the sound and he starts to become aroused; suddenly, you pull his head up and bring him down for a kiss. He stiffens from his initial shock but slowly kisses back, taking care to not bite you.

"I-if you need to, you know, have some blood…you can drink some of mine. It is my fault that you're like this; it's the least I could do." You reply shyly, blushing slightly, averting your gaze to the side as you bite your bottom lip, which also left your neck slightly open for him. Arthur blinks at you in surprise and lowers his head again.

"A-are you sure, love?" He asks one more time against your neck.

"Mhm." You mentally smack yourself for sounding like you were whimpering. "Ye-yeah, ju-just don't, you know, drink too much." The blond nods and kisses your neck sweetly before slowly opening his mouth and placing his fangs on your neck. He punctures the flesh quickly, as soon as the blood starts to flow out, he loses all control; pulling you closer, he sinks his teeth in deeper and starts to suck on your neck hard. "AH!" Pleasure wracks your body as he sucks out more and more of your sweet blood; you grab the back of his neck and pull him down, arching your back in ecstasy. As the blond continues to suck on your neck, low moans escape more and more. "Oh, A-Arthur~, mm." You feel your boyfriend's breathing increase, sending puffs of cool air to tickle your warm neck; Arthur moans against your skin and you soon become light headed. After some time, and a lot of moaning, mostly from you, Arthur detaches himself from you, just to immediately occupy his hungry lips with yours; you kiss back with as much vigor as the ?Brit, if not more, well you both were pretty horny before all this. The sensation of having your blood sucked was so intoxicating and it was making you extremely turned on, not like you weren't before. As the kiss heats up, you taste something metallic, and realize it's your own blood; while it was a weird feeling, you weren't against it. You tangle your fingers into his blond locks, he snakes his under your shirt and up your bare back, being careful to not bite you during the kiss. "Hah, A-Arthur, more. Drink more, please~." Arthur breaks the kiss and looks down at you quizzically, but once he sees how hazy and lust-filled your eyes were, he understands what his actions were doing to you.

"My pleasure, love." He lifts your shirt up past your stomach, over your bra, all the way to your neck and lightly trails the tip of his tongue from the hem of your jean skirt to your bra, dipping into your belly button on the way. The feathery touches send chills down your spine and your back arches slightly once again. His hands, now slightly colder than you remember, move down your sides and rest at your hips, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.

"Arthur~." You plead, raising your back again. The blond chuckles deeply against your skin, sending more waves of pleasure to course through your body.

"Patience is a virtue, love." He smirks, revealing his newly acquired fangs. It wasn't helping that you had a vampire fetish, thanks Anne Rice.

"Mmm, like y-you can talk…I know you, mm, want to bite me again, fang boy." Arthur chuckles again and moves his body up so he is face to face with you, leaving barely any space between his lips and your own.

"Love, I am far from a mere boy. A /boy/ doesn't know how to pleasure a woman." You smirk and stare into his sparkling green eyes, oh how you loved those eyes.

"And you do?" You tease; he wasn't the only one who was allowed to have fun. Arthur growls playfully and maneuvers his hand under your skirt, lifting the fabric to your hip in the process, and cups your clothed womanhood; you gasp, giving the Englishman an opportunity to initiate another hot and passionate kiss. You both try to gain the advantage in your little duel, but his constant rubbing of your clothed clit made his victory easy. You moan into the kiss more than before and grab the back of his neck and hair for dear life. After a good minute, his hand finally moves back to your hip, you groan in disappointment and he chuckles again; lightly pecking your lips, he sucks and nibbles on your bottom lip. You feel a slight prick on you lip before the blond pulls away, licking his blood stained lips.

"You taste so fucking good." He licks every last drop off his lips, reveling in the intoxicating taste before smirking. "I wonder if /everything/ about you tastes as good." Before you could ask what he was planning, he, more quickly than you could have anticipated, rips your soaked panties from your body and gives your just as wet folds a slow, but hard, lick. You cry out, louder than you thought possible, as he continues to tease your entrance with the tip of his tongue, before pressing it fully in you. Your breath hitches and you rock your hips against his face, wanting to feel more of his hot and wet tongue; his hands more to hold your hips down as he quickens his pace, enjoying your natural flavor.

"Ah, ARTHUR!!" You cry out as the knot in your stomach explodes and you release against his tongue. The blond laps at the aftermath of your orgasm, greedily taking every drop he could, until he feels satisfied and kisses lightly down your thigh. You lie still, trying to regain your composure after your previous mind blowing orgasm; you are so high from pleasure, you don't even notice him sink his teeth into your inner thigh until he pinches your clit. Another moan escapes your mouth and your fingers pull on the man's bright locks. Arthur releases your thigh, licking the wound clean, and makes his way to your chest, biting you breast, he starts sucking your blood again. You toss your head back and forth, feeling yourself grow wet again, god this was the best thing you had ever felt! Arthur's arm goes around your back and pulls you closer, sinking his teeth in deeper, while his other fondles your wet entrance again. "Mmmm, Ar-Arthur, tease." You feel him smirk against your skin before two of his fingers easily slip inside you. "Ahh!! Nngh, hah~."

"You sure are vocal, love." He licks the latest wound he had made on your smooth skin. "Not that I'm complaining." Arthur pumps his fingers in and out of you faster than he should have been able to; maybe this whole vampire thing wasn't so bad after all~. Your breath quickens as you feel your release close in, three times in one day, man you were going to be bed ridden for a day or two he this kept up the way it was going. Arthur's name leaves your mouth like a chant as you come again on his hand, your body shuddering slightly. Arthur chuckles and pulls his soaked fingers out, licking them clean; the absence of his fingers makes you groan in disappointment. Arthur chuckles again and claims your lips; your hands fly up and unbutton his white shirt and toss it across the room. "Eager, aren't we?" He flashes you a toothy smirk.

"Like you can talk." You grumble and let your hands roam across his pale torso, it was smoother now though and paler, must be from the spell. You start to wonder how long this would last, if it wasn't for long, you were going to make sure you took advantage of every minute you had.

"You're right, love." He lightly pecks your lips and slowly undoes his pants. "Let's get to the real fun, shall we~?"

*Extended Ending*

Arthur keeps his hold on your hips, pulling them towards his as he thrusts deep within you.

"Hah, (Name), fuck, you feel so good." He moans as your tight walls squeeze his thick hard on, how he loved this feeling.

"Ah! S-same, nngh, oh Arthur!" There was no need for you to plead for him to go faster or harder as he was pounding into you with such force and speed you were now certain it was the side effects of the spell, you'd have to use that spell more often. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a hard kiss; he explores your mouth quickly before his need for blood rises again. Breaking the kiss, he moves down to your neck and bites down, drawing out your oh so sweet and addicting blood. You both are so lost in each other's pleasure and moans that you don't hear the front door open or the basement door for that matter.

"Yo England, dude! You have to see my awesome new plane! Hey, you down he-…" America stops in his tracks and blinks at the tangled mess of limps that are you and England, a light blush forms on his cheeks. You and England cease your moments and stare at the nineteen year old. "Well, don't mind me~, go on where you left off. I'll just watch, or I could join in~." America smirks and starts to unzip his jacket. You blush as the nation's suggestion but England was pissed; how dare that little brat think you were some whore who would sleep with anyone who offered it! Unable to hold back, he hisses at the boy, baring his fangs in the process. America's eyes widen and he runs out the house, screaming like a little girl the whole way out; you and England hear various crashing noises but ignore them. You both stay still for some time before the blond returns his gaze to you.

"Now, where were we~?" He smirks and crashes his hips harshly against yours before you could answer, oh this was going to be a loooonnnnggg day~.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, its characters, the pic or you.^^

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Shibi: My laptop finally came in!!! man it's nice to have a laptop again. ^^ So requests! yes, i have about 50 so i shall be posting quite a few of those at the moment, this one was for Eclipse987!! Sorry it's super late>< But i hope it was good. Vampire Iggy is sexy~
England: >//////////////////////////////>
Shibi: Oh don't be shy England~
England: How can i not be?! Do you read what you write woman!?
Shibi: ^^ Thoroughly
England: Ugh, you're as bad as the frog.
Shibi: I'm not french at all! I'm british, so my pervyness is partly your fault~
England: Hmph! I am a gentleman!
Shibi: a very horny gentleman~ kehehe^^
England:..........fine then, i'll show you. *walks away*
Shibi: Huh? Oh well. well i hope u guys enjoyed! Especially Eclipse987!!!^^ See you gu-.....*nosebleed*
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Shibi: all hail Big Ben! *passes out from blood loss*
England: Hmph, no one is sexier than me, cheers.
(I couldn't remember the code thingy for the icon of him dancing in the waiter outfit)
*EDIT* yes! got the right icon, thank u UryuIshida91 for finding it^^
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Chapter 1



   "So, where are you going?" Norway stopped in the middle of putting on his jacket and glanced at his younger brother.
"To visit Denmark. Like I always do." He blinked before sliding his other arm through the jacket sleeve and zipping it up. "I'll be back later tonight."
Iceland grumbled but walked back to his bedroom. Norway sighed and stepped outside to the chilly afternoon air. He closed the door behind him and slid his hands into his pockets. Then he started walking the well known path to his best friend's college dorm a few blocks away.

  "FOCUS, DANEMEISTER, FOCUS..." He thought to himself. He stuck his tonque out of his lips slightly, and went crosseyed trying to stare at the pencil. "USE THE FORCE..."
Denmark leaned back in his chair, a pencil balancing on his top lip as he stared intensely at the pencil. All of his concentration was on that pencil. He was supposed to be studying for an exam coming up, but fuck it, this was a lot more fun. He leaned back a little more, feet up on the desk in front of him.

  After only a few minutes of walking, Norway was already at the dorm room entrance. Up the first flight of stairs, first door to the left. He opened the door without knocking and walked right inside.
Not even paying the Dane any attention, he closed the door behind himself and took his jacket off. It was warmer inside the room than outdoors. Norway could feel the heater warming him up already and looked over at Denmark. "Shouldn't you be studying, Danemeister?

"Huh, what?" Denmark looked towards the door. "Norgeeee~!" He said, grinning excitedly. The pencil fell from his lips. "...Awwww." Denmark lifted his feet up slightly, expecting to land the chair forward, but ended up falling backwards. The Dane fell backwards on his chair, making "attractive" noises, and flailing his arms as he fell down.

He looked up at Norway from the floor. "Hey, Norge!" He smiled brightly.

Norway rolled his eyes and mumbled an, "Idiot" under his breathe. He walked over towards Denmark and crossed his arms, staring down at him.
"What about your exam coming up? Going to flunk that one, too?" He looked at the ceiling and sighed, "Why do you have the attention span of a yogurt cup? And why do I have to be stuck helping you?"

Denmark sat up, "Well, I do have an exam, but it's not that important." He grinned at Norway then stood up. He ruffled Norway's hair, with a grin. "And since when do yogurt cups have attention spans?"

"Every exam is important Denmark, start taking this seriously. And learn what an expression is." He rolled his eyes and combed his fingers through his hair. "You haven't been drinking today, have you?"

Denmark grins, and gesture to the beer cans lying by the desk. "Yes, of course!" He cheers out happily. "Drinking is the best thing ever, Norge. You should do it more often."

Norway glared at him, "You should be studying. Not drinking." He started picking up the cans and shaking them to see how full they were. Then he started throwing the empty ones into Denmark's garbage can, already over halfway full with beer cans and left over food gone bad. "Learn to keep your dorm room clean, moron."

Denmark pouted. "It is clean, Norge! The shit on the floor is just a cleverly placed trail to keep me in tip-top shape!" He grinned at the end of his sentence.

"Idiot Dane, shut up." He looked back over at Denmark once the desk was cleared of trash. "What's your exam on? I'll help you study, since there's no way you'd be able to pass on your own."

"Eeeeh... It's about... something!" Denmark smiled happily. He flopped down onto his small twin sized bed. "Ya can help all ya want, Norge."

He sighed, "Mathias, I can't help if you don't tell me what subject it is. And if you say you really don't know then I'm banning you from beer for a week."

"..." Denmark pouted and looked at Norway with puppy dog eyes. "It's about anatomy," He grinned, "You could just get naked and help me that way."

"Idiot." He smacked Denmark on the head. "I'm not a whore and I'm not getting naked for you. Now where's your textbook about anatomy?"

He pointed at a pile of books. "Somewhere in that pile. And why won't you get naked for me?" He wiggled his eyebrows, with a slight smirk on his face.

Norway started looking through the pile of books. "Because you'd more than likely rape me, pervert." After a getting to the last book in the pile he turned around with it. "Be more organized, seriously." Norway walked back over to Denmark and sat down next to him.

"It wouldn't be rape," Denmark grinned and winked. "So... I need to know the parts of the body." He smiled. "How about if I get the questions right... You give me a reward."

Norway blinked, emotionless. "It would be rape... And a reward? What kind of reward?" He tilted his head slightly.

"I get the questions right, and me and you go downtown for dinner and a movie," Denmark grinned at him, "And it wouldn't be rape. You'd love it."

He stared at Denmark before nodding, "Fine. If that's what gets you to study, sure. But if you get them wrong you have to do whatever I say for three weeks, no questions asked."

"WOOHOOOOO~! We're gonna go on a date!" He grins and hugs Norway excitedly. "Can't wait, Norge!"

"You have to get your questions right, first." He opened up the book and glanced at Denmark. "If by some miracle you get them right, you're paying."

"I'll get them right for sure!" He grinned and laughed, arm still around Norway's waist. "And... I'll put it on my tab!" He smiled at Norway. "Shoot!"

"Fine. Where are blood cells made?" He stared at Denmark, expecting him to guess something completely off.

"... In your body!" Denmark guessed, smiling brightly.

"More specific, Mathias." He sighed and stared blankly at him.

"...The blood!"

"Fine, close enough." He rolled his eyes and looked at the next question, "How about... What is the average penis size?"

"6 inches!" He grinned. "Of course I'd know that one, Norge."

"Shut up, idiot. How much does the human brain weigh?"

"...Uhm. ... 4 pounds?"

"3. Can different music effect your heart rate?"

"... No?"

"Wrong. You aren't doing very well."

"... You'll still go on the date with me, won't you?" He asked, smiling hopefully.

"Just shut up and study." He tossed the book at Denmark. "Then I'll think about it."

Denmark grinned, and paged through the book. "... Norge, this is boring!"

"It doesn't matter if it's boring or not... Okay, I promise to go on that date tonight if you study WITHOUT talking for the next half hour." Norway stared at Denmark, "Deal?"

"DEAL!" Denmark shouted and stared at his book, pretending to read it.

"You know what? Read it out loud." Some times the line between helping Denmark with his schoolwork and torturing him with it was murky. But, it was all fine with Norway.

"...And then the thingy attaches to the thingy, and then it does stuff, and NORGEEEEE, THIS IS BORING," Denmark pouted and slammed the book shut.

"No studying, no date." He crossed his arms.

"If you go on a date with me, I'll study?" Denmark said, with hope in his eyes. He really wanted to go on a date with Norway, even if he was his best friend... male best friend, it didn't matter.

"No, you won't. I know you. You'll just keep making up excuses." Norway shook his head and sighed.

"Pleaseeeeeee? Just one date, Norge!" He said, giving Norway the cutest puppy dog eyes he could. He leaned on Norway, his chin on his shoulder. "Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, pleaseeeeeeeeeeee."

"Fine, just shut up and you have to study later." He hated it when Denmark would start begging like that. So annoying. Definately not cute. No, not at all... "Why are we even friends?"

Denmark grinned. "Because you love me," He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Nei, shush." He stood up and stretched.

Denmark grinned. "You're gonna love me by the end of tonight! ... LET'S GO NOW." He said, standing up and grinning down at Norway. "You're so short."

"And you're an idiot, it evens out." He grabbed his jacket and slipped it back on. "Where are we going to eat?"

"Burger King!" Denmark said happily. He started to walk to his door with his normal stride, and opened the door. "Ladies and girly men first," He said, bowing with his arm across his chest.

Norway smacked him on his way out, "You are such a gentleman, Mathias."

"I know!" Denmark said happily, and followed Norway out the door, closing the door behind him. He smirked slightly to himself and put his hand on Norway's hip.

"What are you doing?" Norway blinked and stared at Denmark.

"Making a move on you!" Denmark said cheerily, putting his arm around Norway's waist and pulling him close to his side.

Norway blushed lightly but kept his face emotionless. "Why are you doing this now? I thought you only liked me as a friend, or that's what it's always looked like."

"Because you're cute!" He grinned at him.

"And it doesn't matter that we're both male? ....And I'm not cute, idiot."

"Hey, if dolphins can be gay, so can we! And yes you areeee!" Denmark said, pinching Norway's cheeks.

Norway glared at him and slapped his hand away. "We aren't even out of the building yet and I'm already having a horrible time."

Denmark smiled. "You'll have a good time later, I promise! ... Or do you just wanna go back to my dorm?" He winked at him, with a sly grin on his face.

"I hope you're right about that good time, and not in the sexual way. Let's go."

Denmark grinned. "We can have that kind of good time after dinner."

"How many times do I have to tell you to shut up?" He started walking down the hallway and out the door to outside.

Denmark followed Norway then grabbed his hand and grinned. "If we're on a date, we should at least act like it!"

"Fine..." He sighed and let Denmark hold his hand. "You're very annoying."

Denmark grinned more, "And you're hot!"

"Idiot." He stared down at the ground while they walked.

Denmark smiled. "Do you wanna walk there or drive?"

"We can just walk, it's not that far. You're more than likely already over the alchohol limit, any way."

Denmark grinned, "Wait, before we go..." He said, leaning down slightly.

Norway blushed bright red and froze for a second. Without thinking he closed his eyes and kissed him back just as gently.

Denmark grinned and pulled back. "We can go now~!"

He blushed darker, "J-Ja. Come on, idiot." He started walking and tugged on Denmark's hand to make sure he kept up.

Denmark grinned and walked with Norway. "So how's your school shit?"

"Boring as hell. I just want to graduate already. What about you?"

"What's flunking considered?"

"Horrible. Come on, Mathias. I know you're smarter than that. Just try."

"I am trying! It's just so boring!"

"Try harder... Prøv for meg? Vennligst?"

"But I am trying, Norge!" Denmark pouted, then grinned. "Tell you what! Give me a reason tonight to try."

"Can you not get laid by anyone else? You seem really desperate to me." Norway glared at him.

"It's not that! I just wanna have sex with you!" Denmark pouted. "I could have sex with anyone I wanted to."

"You want to sleep with me just because I'm hot?" He looked away from glaring at Denmark to watch where he was walking.

"No! No!" Denmark shook his head.

"Then tell me why exactly?" There was a cold breeze and Norway unconsciously tightened his hold on Denmark's hand slightly.

Denmark looked down at his hand then up at Norway. "Because, I love you!" He said cheerily.

Norway blushed slightly, "Like friends... Right?"

He grinned at him, and wiggled his eyebrows. "Very friendly friends."

"Can you be serious for one minute, Mathias?" He stopped walking and stared at Denmark.

"I am being serious!" Denmark pouted. "...HEY, Wanna be my boyfriend?" Denmark asked, with a smile on his face.

"Your boyfriend?" He blushed and stared at him, "...You know that means no sleeping around, right?"

"I don't do that kinda stuff anyway!" Denmark smiled at him. "So yes or no?"

"...Yes?"

"Hahah! Yay!" Denmark wrapped his arms around Norway's waist and spun him around happily. "I've got a boyfriend!"

"You're an annoying boyfrend, you know that?" He slipped out of Denmark's hold and grabbed his hand.

"Hey! Let's go tell your little brother~!" Denmark smiled happily. "I haven't seen him since he was tiny!"

"Eh? Iceland? I guess it'd be better to tell him sooner rather than later."

"Ja, Iceland!" Denmark smiled. "How old is he now? 12?"

"He's fifteen. Has it really been that long since you've seen him?" He tilted his head. "School takes up way too much of our time."

"Ja, it does! Reason I don't like it!" Denmark pouted. "So, to your house now? After we see Iceland, we can have a good time." He winked.

"Yes to the first two parts, I'm not a whore is my response to the third." He started walking back to his house, holding Denmark's hand.

Denmark followed Norway. "Well we're dating so that doesn't make you a whore!"

"We haven't even been dating for five minutes, Denmark. And I..." Norway just looked away from him and kept walking, "I'll tell you later."

"Okay!" Denmark said happily, squeezing Norway's hand and swinging their arms.

"...How long have you loved me?" He asked quietly.

"Uh... Since we were little!" Denmark said happily, with a bright smile on his face.

Norway slightly smiled up at him and mumbled, "Jeg elsker deg."

Denmark grinned wide, then wrapped his arms around Norway and kissed him on the lips. "Jeg elsker dig."

He lightly blushed, "S-Stupid Dane..."

Denmark grinned and kissed him again. "Cute Norwegien."

Norway wiggled a bit and turned to look the other way. "I thought we were going to visit Iceland." He felt awkward showing so much emotion in public.

"I think we should go back to my place!" He winked at him.

"Stop changing your mind on where we're going. You still owe me dinner and a movie, already." He smacked Denmark on the head.

"We can eat dinner and watch a movie on my place!" He said, smiling, ignoring the hit to the head. "It'll be fun, I promise!"

"Fine. As long as you're still paying."

"Of course!" He said, grinning at him.

"Then put me down and let's go. Unless you're planning on carrying me back." Norway rolled his eyes.

"..." Denmark grinned and picked up Norway bridal style "I can carry ya'!"

Norway sputtered and shook his head. "P-Put me down!"

"No, no! I got it!" He grinned and started walking back to his place. "We should make a bet."

He grumbled but ended up just glaring at him. "What kind of bet?"

"If I pass my exam... you wear a dress the whole day afterwards," He grinned wide.

"...The things I do to help you with your academics." He lightly blushed and looked away from Denmark. "Fine. If you make a good, passing grade. Then you'll see me in a dress. All the next day."

Denmark smirked. "That is completely awesome! ... Can I also make a mess of you?" He grinned wider.

"I don't think so, pervert. Just get us back to your room already, it's freezing out here." Norway closed his eyes and laid his head against Denmark's chest.

"Why not, Norge?" He grinned, and carried Norway to the doors. "Shy~?"

"Nei, it's not that." He opened his eyes and shook his head.

"Afraid of my awesomeness?"

"...What 'awesomeness'? It's just that..." Norway blushed lightly and gently pushed away from Denmark, landing on his feet on the ground.

"Just what?" He said, with a confused smile on his face.

He mumbled something under his breath before taking Denmark by the hand and walking inside.
*O* OMFG FINALLY I POSTED IT~
A fun collab fic done with my hubby :heart:

Denmark: :iconspiffii-kun:
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IDK WHAT TO NAME IT SO FOR NOW I'M JUST GOING WITH ' Skole Dager ' WHICH ACCORDING TO GOOGLE TRANSLATE IS 'School Days' IN DANISH AND NORWEGIAN
Hahaha, that anime is so awesome :'D
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It was school play season at Talia High School. This year’s theme was a classic, Romeo and Juliet and everyone in school legible to audition.  Many girls tried out for many parts, mainly the most covenant role of Juliet. Most of the boys went out for other positions like stagehands and set makers. Though there were a few boys who wanted to actually act. Alfred for instance wanted to be the Nurse.  

“Anything to wear a fuckin’ dress,” said Maximo.

“Fuck you,” he growled.

“By the way, great fuckin’ party Friday,”

“Right? I didn’t think it lasted that long,”

“Or how you got the cops to leave,” said Tim, “The fuck did you do?!”

“Invited them in using Francis’ brothel. They came in, I snapped a few pictures and it was over,”

"Man but that house party was the shit though it got kinda crazy for a while... some asshole decided to dump the dry ice in the pool."

"Made a pretty wicked event, plus all the blow up dolls gave it a nice touch I thought the girls were going to shit themselves!" Roderick laughed and claps Alfred behind his shoulder, the other boy cackled while Maximo rolled his eyes at them.  

“Roderick you don’t even GO here. What are you doing here?!”

“I came to mess with this son of a bitch here,” he said ruffling Alfred.

“Damn right. And Germania is your uncle and give you free range,”

"What I liked were the lights, looked like the fucking Staples Center!" said Maximo going back to the party.

"Kinda helps to be in a band," said Roderick grinning.

"Hey you three," came the voice of an older woman, the boys turned to look at her.

"Hey Corso!" Alfred grinned then snaps his fingers and makes a cool guy pose at her.  
"Hallo Miss C," Roderick smirked and noticed a flushed pink on her cheeks, "what can we do for you?"  

"I need more boys for the play," she hands Alfred the clipboard she was holding with the signup sheet, "And since Matt and Alfred's already signed up I want you two," she pointed at Roderick and Maximo, "to sign up as well, then I want the three of you to go around the school asking for more volunteers."  The three boys grinned much too evilly for her liking, "Wipe those Cheshire cat grins off your faces boys, and no monkey business either I want willing volunteers too,” Damn, she knew them far too well.  

"Alright, whatever you say teach!"

“Hey what about me? I don’t go here, Frau,” said Roderick smirking at her.

“Germania said that you’re to sign up too so you have an excuse to be here and get credits for your school,”

“Okay!” shw went away as they boys looked at Al.

“Matt signed up?!” said Maximo, “To act?!”

“Pfft yeah, he wants to be Romeo,”

“Matthew Williams?”

“Yeah! Matt loves Shakespeare and he wants to play Romeo. Especially since ___________ wants to play Juliet,”

“Who’s ____________?” said Roderick.

“Oh you’ve never met her. That’s his girlfriend,”

“Matt has a girlfriend?!”

“You’re fuckin’ slow,” said Maximo, “Remember that girl you met a few times that he was around?”

“Sort of. Every time I got near him, he threaten to fuckin’ kill me,”

“That’s because he doesn’t like you,”

“Why? I did nothing wrong!”

“He said you’re a fuckin’ gigolo,” said Alfred.

“Me?! He has a higher count than I do!”

“Yeah but you’re also trying to impress a girl too. There’s no honor in that dumbass,” said Maximo, “And using an alias to get close to her? You’re playing a dangerous game,”

“Jokes on you both! When we’re married with two kids and famous, it’ll all be worth it,” Roderick said grinning.

“You need help…”

***
“O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?” _____________ looked out the window. She and Matthew has been practicing for their respective roles every day this week. Tonight they were doing the infamous balcony scene, “Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet,” Matthew went behind her and whispered softly in her ear.

“Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?” she blushed a bit but continued.

“'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee take all myself…”

“Okay,” he wrapped his arms around her and pulls her into his lap and kissed her hard.

“MATT! That wasn’t in the script,” she said and hit him with the script. He snorts.

“It was in mine, you know what Shakespeare does to me,”

“Thank you for rehearsing with me,” she blushed.

“Whatev, I’m trying out so I’m trying to get my practice in,”

“Aww Mattie!”

“Blame Artie, he got shit stain and me into this by taking us to the theater when we were little. Germania’s hiring him out for costume design this year,”

“Nice!”

“At least the girls will look like fuckin’ girls the way he’s going to frill it up,”

“That’s sweet! Both you wanting to be Romeo and Artie sewing,”

“…Both? Who else is gunning for Romeo?”

“Well, it’s you and Dmitri. It used to be a few other boys but they all dropped out,”

“Dmitri…really?”

“Yeah. I think he’s having rehearsal soon after the rest of the girls,” Matthew glared. As soon as the boys realized that he was going for Romeo, they have ALL dropped out. Leave it to the big cocked asshole to ruin his dream of ___________ being the Juliet to his Romeo. She pecked his cheek.

“Stop worrying! And don’t you DARE sabotage Dmitri,”

“Maple leaf that hurts,”

“Matt…”

“Okay, okay, I won’t physically go after him,”

“That’s all I ask. Also I’ve been wondering, why haven’t you been hanging out with Alfred lately,”

“Until he stops hanging out with that fuckin’ Austria bastard, I will,”

“Who’s that?”

“You don’t need to know. Let’s just say he’s the biggest fuck ever,”

***
“Amica! You got Juliet!” ____________ looked at the posting and grinned. The girls’ auditions were first so Corso could choose the best Romeo, Lord Montague, Lord Capulet, Paris, and Tybalt for the play. Only a the boys who wanted to play minor roles had their auditions along with the girls.

“Awesome!”

“And Monika you got…Mercutio,”

“Really? Well shit, okay,” they looked down the list.

“Ooh! Feliciana you have Lady Capulet!”

“EEE! I was hoping I’d get it! Fratello’s wanted to make me a dress for the longest. I hope Artie doesn’t mind,”

“Your brother makes clothes?”

“Veee! I have to show you the dress he made me! He’s amazing!”

"Have any of the boy parts been picked yet?"

"Yes!" said Elizabeta, "Looks like Maximo is Friar Lawrance,"

"Ooh! Who else?" said Monika.

"Tim is a random Page boy and attendant. Kuro is the narrator… Wait...OMG! Elizabeta, your betroth is Lord Montague,"

"WHAT?!"  Monika pushed passed them all, "OH HELL NO!"

"Betroth? You're going to get married?"

"Pfft no! It's been null and void since elementary school. I'm not marrying that fuckin' Austrian bastard,"

"Oh you know that means "I wanna fuck him SOOOO bad," said Monika smirking.

"Fuck you. He WISHES he can fuck me,"

"Enough you two!" said Feliciana giggling. The buzz of __________ being Juliet. Matthew heard and now knew he HAD to be Romeo because the idea of Dmitri kisses HIS girlfriend was pissing him off! The boys rehearsals were the following day so he knew he had to get ready. First he had to make sure that Dmitri was OUT of the picture. The reason why Corso did the rehearsals like this was so that the actors were compatible with each other so ___________ would be at the stage. So he had to make sure that Dmitri wouldn’t show up for any reason. He smirked and waited until he got home and looked through Artie’s things. It had to be in here somewhere. He knew Artie had some of that vial somewhere. Then by luck, he found it. It was the forty eight hour stomach flu. He knew with the right tweaking, like giving it to that Ukrainian bastard every few days, he’ll be too sick to be Romeo. Fuck being a stand in, he was going for the lead. He pocketed it and got ready his plan. Every morning, Dmitri would bring his lunch to school, put it in his locker, and go on about his day. He watched and waited until Dmitri approached his locker with his weird looking steel lunchbox. He opened his combination and switched everything out before the warning bell rang. He waited until everyone was gone before going in and adding the flu to his food. After he was finished, he went to class. However what he didn’t know was that Dmitri and __________ often swapped lunches, especially if they made it themselves. Dmitri waited at lunch like he usually did.

“Dmitri!” she said smiling. He grinned.

“Hello dear Juliet,”

“Oh stop!” she grinned at him.

“I knew you’d get it. You’re great at acting, da,”

“Pfft not really. Feliciana was tones better. I think Corso loves drama,”

“She is an odd one. I made your favorite da,”

“Cabbage rolls?!”

“Da!”

“Well, I don’t have anything fancy, just some leftover pasta,”

“I love pasta!” they exchanged lunches and headed off to eat. However, after lunch, ____________ started to feel a little queasy, then she had a full blown stomach ache and then she had to have her Dad come get her. Corso was worried. She needed her Juliet but if she was out, that meant she had to find a suitable understudy. There was only one person she knew who could be perfect for the job. At the end of the day, Matthew arrived at the auditorium. He smirked. He knew he had Romeo in the bag. He had his lines memorized, he had _________ on his mind, and Dmitri was probably at home vomiting his guts out. The lights dimmed and he could hear his Juliet walking on the stage, though he couldn’t see her in the poorly lighted stage, but he could see her in a beautiful burgundy dress with all the embellishments. He reddened slightly, she looked gorgeous in reds.

“Okay Matthew, say your line,”

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss,” he gently took ____________’s hand. She giggled.

“Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,” Matthew cringed a bit, she sounded a little sick, “Which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss,” she shyly turns as he pulled her closer.

“Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?”

“Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer,”

“O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair,” he leaned in and kissed her passionately on the lips and pulled her into light. However, when he opened his eyes, instead of looking into two beautiful (e/c) eyes, he was met with red ones, a wide grin, and brunette hair. Alfred grinned at him.

“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake,”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKIN’ CUNT!” he pounced on Alfred and soon the boys rolled all over the stage, “THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WHERE’S _____________?!”

“Flu!” Alfred dodged another punch, “She caught the two day bug and I’m the stand in! What’s the matter Mattie-Mattie thought I was your sweet, sweet Juliet? Then again, I can work the dress better,”

“FUCK YOU!”

“You were about to in a few minutes!” the boys were broken apart and Matthew was made to leave. He groaned. He really wanted to be Romeo, not that he ever would admit it. He would never admit that he always wanted to be Romeo with ___________as his Juliet after watching the performance with Artie when he was younger. He thought the play was stupid, especially Romeo but in a way, he had to be stupid with someone, he’d rather have a pretty smart Juliet. And many of the boys in school were terrified to audition in fear of what Matthew would do to them. He thought to himself that he had the competition in the bag. When he got home, he was greeted to spools and spools of fabric, pools of thread, a vintage sewing machine, dress dummies, and patterns all over the place. At the center of it all was Artie, who was humming happily as he worked on the sewing machine.

“Mattie you’re home!”

“What the hell is all of this?” said Matthew looking at the fabric all over the place.

“Germania said I talked about it and

"Mattie be my dress dummy?" Artie looked so excited. He had been waiting for an opportunity to make dresses and things and Miss Corso and Germania called him, "Who are you going for?"

"Romeo,"

"Aww because ____________ wants to be Juliet? Mattie you softie!"

"Better than Alfred who's main passion is to be the Nurse,"

"She's an important character! I was the Nurse when I played it in high school,"

"No wonder. Who was Mom?"

"Oh she was a Lady Capulet! Kaya was Lady Montague. It was sad because we were caught making out in costume and it led to a scandal in the school,"

"Leave it to Alfred's Mother to cause a scandal,"

"Dad how do I look?!" Alfred walked downstairs in his Nurse's costume. Matthew stared. Alfred strutted downstairs with Artie smiling and beaming at the sight. Alfred could only be described as a Renaissance hooker. He was in a beautiful violet dress that was short revealing his fishnets and heels, he wore a veil, and not to mention the bustle that he had on his ass.

"You look beautiful!"

"I swear you were a tranny previous life," said Matthew looking at him, "A demented one at that,"

"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful,"

"Beautiful is a strong word,"

"I think he's gorgeous!" said Artie smiling and snuggling his son, "The daughter I never had!" Just then Francis and Allistor stumbled from the kitchen. Francis was holding a bottle of wine and Allistor was holding a bottle of whiskey. Francis stopped and stared. He looked at Alfred to the wine then back to Alfred and then to the wine.

"I'm calling it a fuckin' night. If he's startin to look good in a dress, I know I'm fuckin' done,"

"The fuck are ye wearin' boy?" slurred Allistor, "Erse like a bag o' washin',"

"Allistor!"

"What?! It's true! I'm nae desperate enough yet!" with that, he plopped on a pile of fabric and went to sleep. Artie sighed and dragged him upstairs.

"See, not even a drunk wants to fuck you," said Matthew

"Pfft he couldn't afford it!" Alfred snapped his fingers and sashayed upstairs.

***
Miss Corso posted the final casting list during lunch. Everyone had a mad dash to it to see who made the final cut and who was Matthew Williams going to murder if he didn’t get to play Romeo. Feliciana and Elizabeta were the first ones to arrive.

“EEEEEE!!!” Feliciana squealed. Elizabeta looked at the list and started laughing. ___________ looked at them and to see who her Romeo was going to be.

“Dmitri?”

“It’s so cute! The cutest couple, back together for a dynamic performance of a lifetime!” said Feliciana, “How romantic!”

“I had no idea you were a Dmitri shipper,” said Elizabeta laughing, “Then again I’m a Monika or Matt Shipper myself,”

“…are you two shipping my relationship?!”

“The whole school is! Why do you think there are Team Dmitri and Team Matt shirts everywhere?” said Feliciana laughing.

“You’re all crazy!”

“We’re crazy?! I guess you hadn’t seen the Team Monika shirts. Hell there’s even been a few Team Maximo shirts,” ____________ stared, “Yep there’s a few who want you with Butch,”

“And I would totally oblige if she hadn’t broken my heart so many times by spurning me,” Monika grabbed ___________ and ruffled her, “And every day it’s a constant torturing watching her walk away with that fine hot ass of hers,”

“Monika!” she laughed.

“Congrats on Juliet, you’re going to look adorable in that dress,”

“Thanks!”

“Let’s see who stole my Tybalt part?” said Monika. They looked at the list again. ___________’s widened as she covered her face. Feliciana laughed again and Elizabeta started putting in new orders for Team shirts. In a duo role, Matthew was going to be Tybalt and Paris, “How the hell did this happen?!”

“Well, Miss Corso didn’t have enough people,” said Maximo from behind, “and since Matthew is so hot blooded, she decided to give him Tybalt and Paris since Paris has such a small role and not around Tybalt so it’ll work,”

“Makes sense,”

“You think that’s funny, look who’s playing your Nurse,” they looked at the list. Elizabeta grinned.

“Alfred?!”

“Anything to wear a fuckin’ dress,”

“Hey it looks fuckin’ good on him! I wish Germania didn’t ban fishnets so we could see him more in them,”

“It’s his own damn fault for coming to school in just the fishnets and NOTHING else. NO ONE wants to see his junk!”

“I did! He has nice cock!”

“Shush you two!” said Feliciana covering ___________’s ears, “Not in front of the virgin,”

“HEY!” they laughed and headed outside. Matthew made a beeline to the casting list alone with Alfred and Maximo.

“Oy Matt slowdown!” said Maximo.

“Yeah! It’s not going to change by his running,”

“Shut up!” Alfred smirked and ran faster and got to the list first.

"Yeah all right! Nurse!" Alfred double fist pumps into the air, "This is gonna be fun as fuck."

"Anything to wear a fucking dress." Matthew snorts and walks up to the signup sheet, "Come on Romeo..." he muttered to himself while looking for his name, "What the fuck?!"  

"Eh?" Roderick asked and stares at the sheet then bursts out laughing, "Tough Scheiße
Matthew,"  

"Paris... she gave me fucking Paris? No one wants to be fuckin’ Paris! He has no substance in the story!”

"Could be worst, you could have been Tybalt,” said Maximo, “Everyone will hate you worst then Al,” Alfred smirked and pointed to the list.

“You better look Mattie,”

“A fuckin’ duo role?!” said Matthew. Alfred and Roderick laughed harder.

"Well at least you’re not Lord Capulet."  

"Ehhh then literally you'd be asking __________, 'Who's your daddy?'"  Both Alfred and Roderick turn to look at one another then suddenly burst out laughing, Matt meanwhile balls his hands then began to beat the stuffing out of both Alfred and Roderick.  

"You shitheads wanna laugh, eh? I'll give yeh something ta laugh about, you fuckin’ hosers!" Matt growls his Canadian accent was more pronounced while he continued to pummel both boys into mush. He stormed into Corso’s office and asked if he could be an understudy for the role of Romeo.

“Why did you give it to him anyway?!”

“Because Mr. Williams, Dmitri and ___________ has such a dynamic chemistry on stage. They’re fluid and passionate,”

“But she’s MY girlfriend,”

“I know Matt but many actors and actresses have partners and for the sake of the stage, they do whatever they need to put on a good show. Just think of this as a self growth exercise,” he groaned and left the room. Okay fine. If that was how this shit was going to be played then he was going to play it. Now all he had to do was one simple thing: Take out that big cocked bastard!

***
"Listen, you know I'm pretty fucking desperate if I'm asking YOU for help," said Matthew. Roderick smirked. Matthew couldn’t stand Roderick for MANY reasons. First he was a cocky little fucker, second, he and Al got into near irreversible shit, and finally they bastards try including him in some of the kink shit.

"Ja and that's why I'm relishing in it, Mattie,"

"Fuck, you,"

"You know I've been asking for ages,"

"Whatever. I need you to fuckin' sabotage that big cocked Ukrainian,"

"I never pictured for sabotage to be a Romeo, Mattie,"

"Call me fuckin' Mattie again and I'm knockin' your teeth out," Roderick rolled his eyes.

"Oh, then you must not want my help," he said, "I wonder if i can get to Dmitri,"

"Okay, whatever,"

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Get him sick, maim him, gut him, I don't care,"

"Shit what did he do?!"

"Does it fuckin' matter?! Take care of it!"

"What in it for me, arshloch?"

"Whatcha want hoser?"

"I want to borrow your cabin for the weekend,"

"What for and don't you know it's not finished?"

"It's perfect for what I need it for...."

"Are you STILL trying to impress that girl? She hates you like the majority of the world,"

"Fuck you, she doesn't know that I'm not me,"

"Sneaky fucker,"

"Like what you're doing is any better," Roderick smirks and preened himself a bit. Sabotage was beneath him but it was fun, especially if it meant a candlelit night with the girl of his dreams in complete seclusion. He walked towards the boy's locker room. Okay, in, out, the end. He cracked his back and went inside. He couldn't see anything because of the steam but he knew his mark. He looked around and spied his clothing. Perfect. He grabbed and took them out. This would prevent him from getting them. Then he would wait, snap a few pictures and threaten him with the tabloids or make him sell his ass cherry or something, then again, he had NOTHING against Dmitri. It was Nikolai who he wasn't ready to fuck with. He was almost finished with his plan and grabbed his camera when Dmitri appeared at the entrance. Both looked surprised to see each other, Dmitri being naked and well hung and Roderick who really didn't know what to say!

"Fuck....I can see WHY the ladies LOVE you,"

"Give me back my clothes,"

"Nein," he went to grab his camera when someone grabbed him from behind and slammed him into the lockers. He winced and stared into the cold dead eyes of Nikolai who looked less than happy to see him.

"I didn't know you went here!"

"Give him back his clothes, dumbass," Roderick drops it as Nikolai kicked them over to Dmitri, "Put them on horse cock,"

"Thank you Nikolai!" as Dmitri shuffled into his clothes, Nikolai held Roderick down and stripped him naked and carried him out into the hallway. No one was in the halls, thank goodness, Roderick thought, until he was hauled into the girl's locker room. They had just gotten out of the showers and in nothing but towels, underwear, and showing skin. They stared at him wide eyed. He smirked.

"Hi ladies. Like what you all see," Monika glared at him.

"Out Penner,"

"Make make Zicke," he shot back. She glared but then smirked.

"OUT YOU FUCKIN' PERVERT! He's the Locker Room PEEPER!"

"EEK!" the girls screamed and started pelting Roderick with things.

"HE STOLE MY PANTIES!"

"He peeped at me too!"

"PEEPER!" he ducked and dodged and grabbed a towel before booking it out of there. He was going to fuckin' MURDER Monika for this later but first he needed to find Matthew and fuckin' murder him as well! Matthew was watching in the basement like they agreed. Roderick stumbled in moments later covered in soap, bruises and towel whips.

"The fuck happened to you?" said Matthew.

"Why the FUCK didn't you tell me Nikolai came here too?!"

"Didn't thought it mattered,"

"You didn't?! He's a colder fucker than Andersen! And he fuckin' hates me!"

"What the fuck did you do?!"

"I may have.....accidentally fucked the ambassador's daughter from Belarus...."

"You dumbass hoser,"

"I regret nothing,"

***
"H-Hi Matt," said ______________ coughing. He winced. The after stages were just as bad as the flu itself. After not being in school for a few days, he decided to check up on her. He wanted to do in person but her father forbade it not wanting him to get sick either.

"Feeling okay maple leaf?"

"Yeah, I'm just a little phlegmy,"

"Ugh, I'm sorry _______________,"

"Why? You didn't do anything. It's been going around for a few days and I just caught it. No biggie," he groaned. He was the one who caused it after all, "Besides I can't complain. Dmitri has been coming over and rehearsing lines with me all week and recording the lessons so I won't be behind or absent," Matthew glared at this.

"I see..."

"Oh don't take it personally Matt. I know you had hockey practice and things. I didn't want to bother you,"

"You never bother me. Anyway, let's go to the library so we can go over our lines,"

"Okay," in the meantime, Roderick and Alfred were once again on a mission to take out Dmitri for Matthew.

"Heard you got your ass handed to you," said Alfred smirking.

"Fuck you. I didn't know Nikolai was in the picture. You know he hates me,"

"Well you did fuck the leader of his country's daughter,"

"I've fucked a lot of girls before!"

"During the peace relations with the Prime Minister of Canada with it on tape?"

"Still she was awesome. And she still talks about it with her friends. She was awesome in the sack,"

"Anyway, be careful. Nikolai is a sneaky psychopath," they slowly waited until everyone was out of the backstage area of the theater until it was just Dmitri, who was cleaning up. Both went inside and closed the door behind them. Dmitri turned around and smiled.

"Hello Nurse and stagehand,"

"Cut the crap Dmitri. You know why we're here,"

"I'm sorry but I really don't,"

"Listen, you and this Romeo shit isn't going to happen!" said Alfred cracking his knuckles as Roderick inched behind him, "Why don't out and avoid any of this,"

"Any of what? You two really don't intimidate me and I'm not backing out of this just because Matt is jealous,"

"Come on, I don't want to fuck you up,"

"You're not, I really don't want to hurt you either,"

"Can you really survive two against one?" said Roderick smirking at him, "I mean after I've seen that nice thick cock, I think I want to have some fun with it with Al,"

"You take front, I take back?" said Alfred.

"Yeah, I don't like sloppy seconds,"

"Nikolai, lock the door, da," said Dmitri. Nikolai had crept inside and was at the door. He locked the door and threw Dmitri his pitchfork. Alfred and Roderick stared at the pair advanced on them. Before they could react, Nikolai pounced and started beating the living snot out of Roderick and Dmitri went after Alfred. There were sounds of a scuffle and screaming and Dmitri and Nikolai emerged a few moments later sweating and panting.

"That wasn't hard, da," said Dmitri.

"They put up a stronger fight than I thought they would," said Nikolai, "You going to go after Matt?"

"Niet, I think I'll just go after him in the place. Jealousy usually defeats itself,"

"And you need to stop being so damned gullible,"

"I do. How long do you think anyone will notice them gone?"

"Probably until morning,"

"Good. Took pictures?"

"Yeah, I'm going to post them around the school,"

"Awesome," the janitor found Roderick and Alfred the next morning in their underwear and hanging by them in the backstage area. They were more than relieved for him to cut them down. Artie and Einar were called to take them home. Artie gave Alfred the longest lecture of his life.

"It's not my fault! Dmitri did it! And that's only because Matt offered to cover for me for any vandalism crime!"

"MATTHEW!"

"There's no proof that I had any hand in this,"

"Only YOU hate Dmitri because he fucked _________________,"

"THE FUCK HE DID!"

"Oh Dmitri! Fuck my tight little--,"

"I'LL KILL YOU!" Matthew pounced on Alfred and soon they were rolling across the living room with Artie and Francis pulling them off each other.

"Matt face the fact that Dmitri is Romeo and _______________  is Juliet!"

"I will not! I would have been Romeo if it wasn't for that shit stain motherfucker!"

"Fuck you! I got my ass kicked because of you!"

"You deserved that and more!"

"ENOUGH!" Francis bellowed, "I don't give a FUCK about your fuckin' petty scrabbling and I'm not listening to it for the rest of the night! If you two have any frustration, take it outside or I'm dealing with you myself!" Matthew glared and dragged Alfred out into the tool shed. Artie winced, "Let it happen. Matthew needs to blow off some steam into Alfred's ass,"

"I hope Alfie will be okay,"

"The sick fuck usually enjoys it,"

***
It was finally opening night. Everyone was nervous as they looked out into the crowd. ___________ peeked from the curtain. The entire auditorium was crowded. She saw a few familiar people, Artie, Francis, Dmitri’s uncle, Allistor, Eoin, Liam, however for the people she didn’t know she tried to place them to who were their family. She saw a large man in an Armani suit close to the front with brown hair, violet eyes, and a tanned complexion. Next to him was a blond with rose tinted glasses. He was in white slacks, a red turtleneck and sat there confident and cocky like his father, she was assuming the man was. The final person looked a lot like Feliciana only with purple eyes and a more serious expression. He looked bored and had his hands folded and looking at the stage. He was in black slacks and white button down shirt. He glanced up at her and their eyes met. He looked at her, a bit surprised that someone was looking out. She stared at him. Was that the infamous brother that Feliciana talked about? He smirked and winked at her. She reddened and waved. He gave a kissy face and she disappeared behind the curtain.

"Oh merde, I'm nervous," said Feliciana looking at the crowds.

"Me too," said ______________, “Is your family here?”

“Vee! My Nonno and brothers came but I can’t see them. You?”

“Just Dad and I think he’s with the Kirklands,”

“That’s nice! Nervous?”

“Very! I just hope I don’t forget a line or something,”

“Nah,” said Monika smirking, “We have people for that,”

"Still this is so terrifying,"

"Just picture the audience naked!"

"Ew no!"

"Especially Mr. Bonnefoy," said Feliciana cringing, "Hairy and smelly, and a floppy--,"

"TMI!"

"I'm just imagining it!" Meanwhile, Matthew started on his final act of taking out Dmitri. He strategically knew where the sandbags were, he knew where the trapdoors were, and most importantly he knew where Nikolai was. Now everything was set. Soon it was the start of the play. Kuro took to the stage as the Narrator.

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.


The curtain opened to the Montague and Capulet fight marking the beginning of the play. Matthew decided to wait until the wedding scene to make his move. It was actually his worst nightmare, Dmitri marrying HIS girlfriend with Alfred in drag giving her away and Maximo conducting it! A triple backstab if there ever was one! He had a sandbag set just over Dmitri.

“Amen, amen. But come what sorrow can. It cannot countervail the exchange of joy. That one short minute gives me in her sight. Do thou but close our hands with holy words, then love-devouring death do what he dare; it is enough I may but call her mine,” said Dmitri. ____________ then entered the stage dressed in a beautiful wedding dress. Oh HELL no. She looked beautiful. Dmitri blushed and rubbed the back of his head. Matthew was so enthralled and she preoccupied that he couldn’t pay attention to the dialogue until he heard Maximo’s voice.

“Here comes the lady. Oh, so light a foot will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint. A lover may bestride the gossamers that idles in the wanton summer air, and yet not fall. So light is vanity,” this was where Juliet ran up to and embraced Romeo with a kiss. __________ beamed and ran towards Dmitri. Just as she they were about to kiss, Matthew dropped the sandbag. She stopped in her trace looking bewildered. Just as Dmitri was about to walk over to see if she was okay, another sandbag dropped, barely missing him. They stared up and as Matthew dove out the way. Fuck that was close. ____________ regained her speech.

“Alas, the demons above weep of our holy union,” the audience laughed as the show went on. Little acts of Dmitri’s demised were throughout the play ending up to the final act. __________ pretended to be dead as Dmitri comes up to her grave to die along with her. Now Matthew as Paris was to confront him. Matthew glared at Dmitri and walked forward.

“This is that banish'd haughty Montague, that murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief, it is supposed, the fair creature died; And here is come to do some villanous shame to the dead bodies. I will apprehend him,” he stopped in front of him, “Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague! Can vengeance be pursued further than death?  Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee: Obey, and go with me; for thou must die,” Dmitri smiled that stupid grin of his. Matthew was getting more pissed off.  

“I must indeed; and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; fly hence, and leave me. Think upon these gone; let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, put not another sin upon my head, by urging me to fury. O, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself; for I come hither arm'd against myself. Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say, a madman's mercy bade thee run away,” Matthew grit his teeth. Dmitri smirked.

“I do defy thy conjuration, and apprehend thee for a felon here.

“Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy!” the boys went at each other with their fake-ish swords. Matthew glanced over at _____________’s sleeping form and reddened. Then he realized that the inevitable would happen. He would have to witness them kissing AGAIN! FUCK THAT!  

“Doth thou think I am going to allow a big dick Ukrainian asshole to beat me?! I'm going to kick thy fucking ass, thou bastard!” he shoved Dmitri away, who smiled all the same.

“Good sir! Jealousy isn't a good col'r on thou, da. 'Tis not mine fault that ye are jealous. The fair Juliet is fair, she dost not deserve thou,”

“Bite my thumb!”

“When thou admit that thou are jealous!”

“I’M NOT JEALOUS!” Matthew pounced on Dmitri. Dmitri fell and flipped him over. Soon they were rolling across the stage exchanging blow for blow. The audience was in shock. Artie was fretting.

“Franny we have to do something!”

“I am,” he collected money from different men and calculated till, “I have 70 to 1 against my boy. The little shit is jealous,”

“FRANCIS!”

“What?!” he grabbed Alfred, “Make it more interesting,” he slipped him a fifty. Alfred grinned and went into the backstage and tossed out a hockey stick and a pitchfork. They scrambled for their weapons. Matthew grabbed his and swung at Dmitri. He dodged and jabbed at him with his pitchfork. Matthew managed to get him in the face with the hockey stick. Dmitri’s face went to the side as he took the opportunity to continue hitting him.

“FUCK. YOU. YOU. FUCKIN’. BIG. COCK. BASTARD!” he went in for the kill as Dmitri grabbed the hockey stick looking murderous. Matthew tried to pull away as only to be met with Dmitri’s fist in his stomach. He doubled over and knelt down. Fuck that hurt he thought as he saw a large pitchfork coming at him. He dove out of the way only to be lifted up by and slammed into the stage. He was a little dazed but regained himself when he saw Dmitri’s shadow looming over him. He jumped back and ran after him. Dmitri grabbed him in one quick motion and held him in a chokehold. Matthew was strong but Dmitri was stronger as he held him firmly in place. Matthew went to struggle as he squeezed tighter. Soon, everything was getting dark. He felt drowsy, he felt weak, he felt lightheaded.

“Shh…just go to sleep, da,” Matthew groaned in protest but as soon knocked out. The theater went silent. Dmitri panted and stood. And like a pro, he continued his part. He walked up to _____________, gently lifted her up and passionately kissed her. The audience aww'ed and then gasped when Dmitri took his poison and landed, more like pipe dived on Matthew.  The performance was a complete success. They received a standing ovation for not only the acting but the amazing fight scene at the end. Matthew came to just as it was time for him to bow.  He went to attack Dmitri again, only to be grabbed by Corso. Not only did he get detention for a month, he received mega detention, meaning that Germania and Einar got to ride his ass every day after school and to make things worse, he was banned from the cast party at the carnival.

"Tough break kiddo," said Allistor hugging Matthew who was slumped on the couch after having heavy duty detention from Germania and Einar, "Ye okay?"

"Feel like shit,"

"At least she didn't break up with ye,"

"She's not talking to me. That's worst,"

"Ye kind of deserved it, laddie,"

"I didn't do anything!"

"That sandbag almost got her!"

"I timed it!"

"Matt,"

"Okay, okay! I just couldn't stand to see her and that asshole kissing,"

"Yea and now she's at the carnival with him, not you," Matthew groaned and slumped deeper into the couch. He was so tired that all he wanted to do was hibernate for a year when there was a knock on the door. Someone came in and then he smelt something heavy. He looked up to see _____________ in front of him holding a large back of maple cotton candy.

"_____________?"

"You know you don't deserve this but I don't think it's fair for you to have to sit out without having a reward for your hard work in the play so....Dmitri and I came to come get you,"

".....I can go?"

"Yep Corso said you can go and you're ticket is already paid. But you can only go if you and Dmitri can behave yourselves," he thought for a few moments and took the cotton candy.

"Fine..."

"Besides...I only have one Romeo," she said and pecked his cheek. He reddened and then glared at her.

"That was a dirty trick!"

"I know. And you LOVE it,"

"If I wasn't so sore I'd give you a kiss you'd never forget," she smiled and helped him to the car.

A cheery peace this story brings;
The Canadian, for jealousy, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of what irrationality brings;
Where in the end the Canadians' ass was severely and rightly handed:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of __________ and her Jealous Romeo.
Happy Valentine's Day everyone! :heart: This fic was on the back burner for about a YEAR yes year but I finally finished it! I really liked this one, why? It shows Matt and his Reader's relationship more, more Dmitri, and opening a lot of plots and things. I wanted to make something nice to V-day and here it is. Don't worry more to come and a few requests. Fair warning, there's a lot of Shakespeare in this fic, it's long, and there's some hilarity as well along with characters so below is the charrie list. Also, Miss Corso is based on someone in real life. She's my old drama and English teacher in high school. She was awesome and I just HAD to put her in ^^ Anywho, enjoy and as always forgive the mistakes!

Maximo: 2P!Cuba

Elizabeta: 2P! Hungary

Monika: 2P!Nyo!Germany

Roderick: 2P!Austria

Einar: 2P!Germania  
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Artie decided that once and for all he was going to document and prove there was something called the “Francis Syndrome”. The Francis Syndrome was a phenomenon that made any man who was raised around Francis or grew up near Francis develop a very tough, very hard exterior. They were brash, strong, rude, and outright uncaring…until you place in the other factor, Factor X, and it will cause the man afflicted by Francis Syndrome to be rendered sweet, caring, and playful. However, this was never in public, hence why the Francis Syndrome was documented, until now. Over the next few weeks, Artie along with Feliks were going to test out this theory and see how it goes with three very different test subjects. Subject One: The Direct offspring of Francis. Subject Two: The Indirect offspring of Francis. Subject Three: Francis himself. If caught, they were to immediately abort but they knew they had to be careful. A man caught doing the Francis Syndrome can immediately turn hostile and go after the innocent bystander.

***

Subject One: Matthew’s Day

Matthew walked through the woods with his axe in one hand and a bear trap in another. It took him most of the morning, but he tracked and got the bastard who was trying to smuggle the owls out of the preserve. Eoin had too many at his place so he set some of them free in the woods. Some asshole caught wind of it and decided to capture them for black-market sells. Owl sales have been on the rise lately. First it was because of Harry Potter now it was the Guardians of Ga’Hoole, both fuckin’ awesome books but many don’t realize that they were still wild animals and some are near endangered. As he walked closer, he could hear screams of pain. He walked around his own traps until he came to an area. The pygmy owls were looked down at the unfortunate poacher with interest while he screamed and shouted as he tried to free himself from the bear trap. Matthew looked at the owls and pats their heads.

“You little assholes better get out of here,” They blinked knowingly at him. He placed a few treats in their hollow. They shuffled inside and out of sight. Matthew looked down at the poacher, who immediately realized how much danger he was in. He tried to shuffle away only to have his trapped leg pulled. He screamed as Matthew dragged him away from the sanctuary by the bear trap. Matthew took him to the clearing and latched another one on his other leg. He screamed in agony as Matthew took the blunt end of the axe and started beating him over and over. Blood hit against the trees and shrubbery nearby and the dirt as Matthew stomped and kicked at the man. According to his papers, he was wanted dead or alive. Many poachers often begged policemen to put one they were wanted alive, just to save themselves from this torture. The man coughed blood. He knew it was almost over. Matthew switched his axe to the blade. He raised he axe with a cruel glint in his eyes. The poacher closed his eyes, ready to feel the sweet release of death.

“Mattieeeeee!” Matthew stopped. He bashed poacher’s mouth to keep him from speaking and immediate kicked him into a ditch. Within minutes ____________ came out with a basket. He could smell something delicious radiating from it. She was smiling at him.

“What are you doing here, maple leaf?”

“I’d thought I treat you with some lunch! You’ve been working hard all day! You barely had anything for breakfast! You must be starving,” he smiled, walked over and pecked her cheek.

“Come on, there’s a clearing a few yards away,” Feliks and Artie stared. Matthew was smiling, laughing, and enjoying his lunch, even though a few moments later he was torturing and about to kill a man. But that wasn’t just it. Matthew was a lot calmer now. He was even making a few jokes himself.

“You didn’t have to make this fuckin’ awesome lunch,” she made poutine for him and (favorite lunch) for her.

“I wanted to! I missed you! And I had a lot of time after I had negotiations with Ivan today. He gave me overtime after I found a flaw in his calculations. It saved him a headache in the future,”

“That’s because you’re fuckin’ smart,” he ruffled her hair, “Dmitri wasn’t there, was he?”

“Oh yes! He said something about wanting me to bear his child for him. Of course he doesn’t want the artificial way, he was thinking of us meeting someplace and giving him his new pride and joy in nine months,”

“Don’t kid like that you brat!” he started ruffling her hair hard, “Especially when I’m holding an axe!” she was laughing hard.

“You should have seen your face!” Artie smiled.

“They’re so sweet together!”

“Totally!”

“Are you almost done?” she said looking at him.

“Almost, I’ll be back in about an hour. What you want to do tonight?”

“Hmm…order out, Netflix, and vegging on the couch?”

“I fuckin’ love you. Order whatever and have Doctor Who ready,”

“Which season?”

“Tenth Doctor,”

“Got it, see you in a bit,”

“I totally had no idea that Matthew was a Whovian,” said Feliks as Matthew lingered watching ___________ leave.

“Oh yes! He and Alfred used to watch it with me all the time when they were kids,” Matthew wait until she was out of sight before cracking his knuckles and going back into the ditch. Sounds of hacking and blood splattering rang throughout the woods. Artie documented the last bit. Okay, one down, two to go.

***
Subject Two: Alfred’s Day

Blood splattered all over the room as he continued beating the men in the room. He grabbed and pinned some to the walls with knives and continued his brutality from there. He didn’t stop until he heard a cough. Ivan walked calmly to what could only be the leader and roughly kicked him over.

“Now, you will tell me all that I need to know, da,” said Ivan looking at him. The man glared at him and spats at him.

“Go fuck yourself!” Ivan had a murderous glint in his eyes.

“Hold him,” Alfred grabs him and holds him up as Ivan takes out his pipe. Ivan proceeded to beat the man over and over until he finally started to talk and tell him all the information that he knew. Alfred dropped him, “Let the others go but clean him up,”

“You got it,” Alfred went into the back and came back with a chainsaw. The man scrambled to get away. The man’s subordinates watched in horror as Alfred fired it up and started to hack off their leader’s limps, while he was still breathing. After he was done, he gave each man a body part to take back to the man who offended Ivan in the first place. Alfred yawned and left. Ivan passed him a briefcase. He takes it and walks out the door. He put it into the backseat of his car and started down the road. He looked at the time. He decided to grab a few bills and pull up into a pizza place. He ordered himself a double soy cheese veggie lovers pizza and a (favorite topping) one. When he got him, the apartment was still. He wiped the blood off him when he walked into the bedroom. _____________ was fast asleep on top of the blankets still in her clothes. He smirked and crept into the room and eased into bed with her. He knew she was taking a cat nap. She was up all night studying and it was only about seven. He pulled her into her chest and kissed at her neck. She reddened in her sleep. He then slowly eased his hands under her blouse…

“HONK HONK!”

“EEK! ALFRED!” she jumped up looking absolutely embarrassed. He was laughing hard.

“You should have seen your face!” she started hitting him with a pillow. He laughed and blocked, grabbed one and starting beating her with it. Soon they tired themselves out and were on the bed laughing and panting.

“When did you get in?”

“Ten minutes ago,”

“And you woke me up?”

“I miss you! I haven’t seen you all day!” he pulled her into a hug, “How was your midterm?”

“Great! Thanks for helping me study by the way,”

“Whatev, I like helping you,”

“I don’t get it, you’re smart and brilliant but I often wonder why you don’t use it more,”

“Hey! I use it!”

“Eoin’s book?”

“I have strong curiosity!”

“Messing with Matthew?”

“I get off on pain,”

“Francis?”

“He hits harder,” he smirked, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t love having my nights with my favorite person,” she blushed and noticed how tense he was.  He cringed.

“Alfred…you okay?” she gently rubbed his back. He reddens a bit.

“Fine, really, don’t worry about me,”

“The hell I won’t. You’re so tense… Get undressed and we’ll do your favorite thing tonight,” she winked. He looked at her.

“You mean it?”

“Yep,”

“Seriously?!”

“Yeah, I’m on break now so we can stay up all night doing it,”

“Fuck yeah,”

“I’ll be right back,” he smirked and started taking off his clothes. Artie and Feliks blushed. What were they planning?

“Want me to like turn off the camera?”

“Please do! I don’t want to see what Alfred is going to do to that sweet girl!” ____________ emerged a few minutes later with a plate of vegan cookies, half her type of pizza and half his, a deck of playing card and Yugioh cards. Alfred sat up when he saw her. A small blush came on his cheeks then he noticed the look in her eyes. He loved that look. It was game on.

“Let’s duel first then play Egyptian Ratscrew,” she said pre-shuffling the deck for later

“Fuck yeah; I’m going to beat your smug little ass tonight!”

“Keep dreaming, Puddin’,” she said tossing him his deck, “I just got a booster pack this morning and you will be crying like a bitch after tonight’s game,”

“Bring it! But let’s make things interesting. Loser has to do the dishes after the party this weekend,”

“Fine,”

“Naked,”

“Double fine!”

“Cocky, I fuckin’ love it when you’re cocky,” they started shuffling their decks. Artie smiled and turned off the camera. One more person to go…

“And I won’t let you know so you don’t fall into the observer affect,” said Feliks.

***
Subject Three: Francis’ Day

Francis sat across from Mr. Ralph Wilson. This man was a very small time pimp in the area, so small that he was under the radar for a few months until Francis caught wind of him. When he was discovered, he decided to hold a meeting with him to discuss how things were done in HIS town. They met at the brothel. Madame had a black eye and a few bruises on her face. Francis ignored her as she ushered them into the room. Francis ordered that no one comes in until he walked out the room. There was nothing but a table between them. Francis had his wine while Wilson had some Wild Turkey rum.

“So, you’re the man runnin’ this shit around here. Never thought I see the day I’d meet the big boss himself—,”

“Listen fucker, let’s not beat around the bush, who the fuck do you think you are fuckin’ with MY girls?” Wilson decided that he wanted to expand his business by forcing many of the brothel women to work for him. He stalked a few of them and threatened them and tried to forcefully make them work for him. He took pictures and threatened to post them online if they didn’t work. Madame wasn’t happy with this little piece of shit messing with her girls and threatened him. He, in turn, send some goons to rough her up a bit. Sapphire and Bunny, two of Francis’ favorite girls, immediately ran and got him for help. He took one look at Madame and called a meeting with him, after they briefed him on everything. Wilson was a cocky man and he since he was new to town, he had no idea that the brothel was Francis’ territory.

“Hey, hey, we can can share the cunts if you want,” said Wilson smirking, “How much you want for them? Five hundred a head? Six hundred? We’re both businessmen, I’m sure we can work something out,”

“What part of MY girls don’t you understand, those women in their belong to ME, therefore, they’re under MY protection. And I don’t want some novice pimp in my fuckin’ town causing problems. So you will give all of your women and all the data you have on my girls and then you’re going to get the fuck out of MY town,” Wilson chuckled, then laughed.

“And how are you gonna make me old man?” Wilson pulls out a gun and points it at his face, “You can’t make me do fuckin’ shit. I have the gun and you can’t do a damn thing, can you—,” the table caught Wilson by surprise as it flew at him. He lost control for a minute. Before he could regain himself, he was slammed into the wall by the head and a knife went through his the space between his neck and chin through his mouth. He stared down into Francis’ cold eyes. He took out a cell phone and pressed a few numbers.

“Give me your account numbers and passwords,” Wilson obliged. Francis brought the phone to his ear.

“You got that? Good, see you Sunday,” he hung it up. Wilson was spluttering blood as Francis proceeded to slowly torture him with various knives. He stabbed his chest and watched with sick joy as he dragged it downwards revealing the second layers of flesh. He then kneed him in the stomach. He doubled over. Francis stomped on his back then proceeded to kick his face over and over and over. When he was done, he light up a cigarette and walked out the room to the waiting ladies, “Sapphire, Bunny, roll him up and send him the river,”

“Of course Francis,” he tossed them a few bills.

“Treat yourselves to something nice,” he walked towards the door. He turned to Madame, “Next time this fuckin’ happens, call me, that’s what I pay you for. Don’t pretty up that face of yours,” she blushed and nodded.

“Yes Francis,” he walked out the door and headed home. He opened the door and saw Artie already home. He was curled up on the couch looking sad and worried at the same time. When he saw Francis, he looked up. Francis noticed that his face was tear stained and he looked as though he was about to cry again.

“Francis…” Artie got up and ran to him. He sobbed heavily in his chest. Francis gently rubbed his back.

“What’s the matter?”

“A-Am I a bother?”

“No, stop being so stupid about things like that. What brought this on?”

“I-I was just feel sad because…you’re never around and I think I offended you…sometimes I feel as though I trapped you in some way…I’m sorry if I trapped you into this Franny, I really am and I—,” Francis pulled the rambling man into a kiss. Artie stopped and looked up.

“Stop being so fuckin’ neurotic, I’m here because I want to be here. If I didn’t like it, I would have left ages ago. Stop being so worried over nothing. What brought this on?”

“Y-You’re not home as much…and we hadn’t slept together in ages…I miss you,”

“Then fuckin’ say something,”

“Francis I miss you! Please don’t leave anymore!” Francis swore that Artie was a woman sometimes, that or he just had sympathy PMS from Kaya…then again Kaya broke things when she was PMSing…

“Have you been trying to help that lady with her relationship again?” Mrs. Watkins has been come to the bakery throughout her entire relationship with a man named Bobby and several men. She’s been conflicted and sharing idiotic views about relationships even though not a one has worked for her, except Bobby, whom she really didn’t love. It was more of a convenience thing. Artie looked down. Francis has scolded him about listening to anything that woman said about relationships, “ARTIE!”

“I’m sorry Franny! She really needed someone to listen!”

“The woman’s a train wreck and then she puts idea in your head!”

“I’m sorry!”

“Stop apologizing! You know what she is! She just likes drama and the more the better and I’ll be damned if she turns you into a drama queen,” Artie smiled, “Look, our relationship is fine and it’s because you don’t spy on me and shit and you nag, it’s a win-win,”

“It’s not nagging! It’s concern! I’m worried about you Franny!”

“Stop worrying, I’ll be okay all I need is for you to be home and happy,” Artie smiled at him and pulled him down into a sweet kiss. Francis frowned as Artie rubbed his cheek with him.

“I love you, Franny pants,”

“You’re insufferable,”

“I love you so much,”

“I’m fond of your company,”

***
After looking over the data of all three subjects, there have been a lot to conclude. The Francis Syndrome is in fact a real thing. However, there are some interesting things about the data. The more direct the Subject is to Francis, the syndrome is more…sweet and adorable. The Indirect Subject, although more degenerate and violent was able to switch off in order to properly be with his Factor X. Finally, Francis himself…inconclusive. I don’t feel right in watching the video. Franny trusts me to not spy on him and by golly I won’t. But I would say from personal experience, the Francis Syndrome isn’t necessarily a bad thing. There has to be a safe place for all people