Kidnapped By Sexy Men Chapter 19 HetaliaxReader

"DAMMIT!" You yelled as you pulled the rubber band out of your hair and threw it across your room. It landed on the wall and got stuck on one of the staples that held up one of your many Hetalia posters. This specific poster was one of Spain. You blushed as you turned back to look at your vanity mirror.

'Coincidence much? Nope, I don't think so...' You thought as you tried to tie your hair in a bun yet once again. Each time it came out perfect except for one thing, the bun itself looked like a waffle ice cream cone. You cursed loudly again as the almost-perfect bun came out pointy, yet again.

As you tried to calm yourself down again before you tried again, there was a knocking on your door. You sighed as you got up to go answer it. You opened your door to reveal the one and only...Poland

"Like, are you okay?" He asked you as you stared at him with confusion. "My room is like, right above yours and I keep hearing you like, totally cussing a storm up in here."

You had a very huge urge to laugh and fangirl at Poland's accent but, you had to act serious. And who knew...maybe he could help you with your hair?

"Well..." You started as you looked off to the side. You held the door with your right hand as you thought of how to put what you wanted to say into words. "I keep trying to put my hair in a bun but, it keeps coming out perfect except for the fact that is comes out in the shape of a waffle cone!" You went from simply explaining to yelling from your frustration of your hair.

Poland looked at you with a smirk on his face as you sighed and looked down. He walked into your room and took you by your shoulders to lead you to your vanity stool. You blushed like mad at his warm touch. You watched carefully as Poland grabbed your brush and started to take the newly formed tangles in your hair. (Your hair tangled easily.) As soon as he was done with that he took a hair tie and with one swift movement he had styled your hair in a perfect bun. Poland smirked as he put his hands on his hips at the huge smile you had.

Before you jumped up with glee, which might ruin the bun you grabbed some hair spray to hold it all down. You then jumped up and hugged Poland while squealing "Thank you" before running out of your room, leaving Poland with a huge, red blush on his face with his mouth wide open.

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As you slowed your run from a jog to a walk, Switzerland was walking down the stairs. You see, this was a problem since as soon as you exit the rooming hallways you are left to a fork where you can either go to the second floor by the stairs, the kitchen, or the living room. (I'm in a Sebastian *Black Butler* mood sorry for the British/Proper dialogue.) You calmly walked down to the end of the rooming hallway only to run into what felt like a brick wall. You fell down to your butt as did the "brick wall."

A very audible "oomph" sound came from the "brick wall" which was underneath you. You made a inaudible groan of pain. You looked down to see the one and only Switzerland, underneath you, with a red blush on his face.

It took exactly eight seconds for you to realize what kind of position you were in. It took an extra 3 seconds for you to blush redder then a tomato before you got off, mumbled a "sorry" then speed walked to the kitchen. There on the floor, in front of the stairs, you left a very embarrassed Switzerland. His mouth was open before Liechtenstein came down and closed her big brothers mouth and helped him up.

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You walked into the kitchen only to walk into Spain. The two of you didn't fall down but, you tripped. This all happened so fast that you could barely notice that Spain caught you before you could fall on the ground.

Spain picked you up then placed you on one of the kitchen stools. He waited until you looked up at his cute, sweet, and adorable smiling face before he started to talk.

"You came just in time, senorita! Are you ready to become one with Spain?" He asked with such happiness and glee.

5...4...3...2...1...seconds passed by before you could make sure that Spain actually just said "become one with Spain." When you were absolutely sure, you fainted.