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Kidnapped By Sexy Men Chapter 5 HetaliaxReader

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Prussia smirked as he got off of the stool next to you to sit where he originally was. Canada still held the towel to your nose as it started to slow down.

"That...good...for...nothing...Prussian...all...he...ever...does...is...cause...trouble!" Canada said in between swipes on the towel to your nose. As your nose finally stopped bleeding your mind came back to Earth.

"Thanks Canada." You said as he threw the towel away. It was white and there was no way that the blood would ever wash out of it.

"It's no problem." He said as he took a pan out from under the cabinet. He then took some ingredients out of the fridge and cupboards. At the look of it, he was going to make pancakes. How cute! You were going to watch Canada make pancakes!

"How many do you want?" He asked as he finished mixing the batter. he turned around for you answer. The smile on his face was...just so adorable. You felt like screaming 'Kawaii' at him.

"T-two." You slightly stuttered as you looked down. You looked back up in just enough time to catch a smile as he turned around. Oh dear lord! Why was he so cute?

"Today is my turn. We have to take turns with you so we won't cause any fighting." He said as he waited for the pancake to cook enough on one side before he flipped it over.

"T-take t-turns?" You asked like one of those stupid Japanese high school girls from the animes you watch, such as Lucky Star. There were plenty of them in there!

He flipped a pancake over as he answered you. "Tomorrow you have America. I'll tell you the permanent order. Me, America, Prussia, Italy, England, France, Romano, Germany, Russia, China, and Japan." You shivered at this order. You were happy to have America tomorrow-he was one of your first favorites- but, Prussia would be hell. You almost gagged as you thought how you may lose your virginity closer then you thought. Sure, he was also one of your first favorites, but Prussia would was obsessed with conquering vital regions. You just hoped that it wasn't yours.

"T-that sounds great. S-since I get you today." You ever so slightly stuttered. You watched as Canada froze in place. You got worried over the pancake catching on fire and burning the beautiful house down-even thought it was too soon to say- so you got up off of your stool to see Canada with a huge red blush on his face.

"Who looks like a tomato now?" You asked him as you flipped the pancake for him with an extra spatula. You placed the spatula down then went to go sit back on the stool. You smiled as you watched Canada pull out a plate to put the finished pancake on. He then poured some new batter in the pan. You patiently waited as he cooked for you.

How cute, Canada was cooking, for you! The thought sent another blush to your cheeks. It seemed slightly...boyfriend like?

You mentally smacked yourself for thinking that. NO! Bad Jessica! You weren't even close yet to think of these men like that yet! You barely knew them in person that much! But, you knew everything about them...mostly because of the anime. And like the Cold War was just...you didn't want to think about it because might just bleed of the nose again.

As you started thinking about how you're parents wouldn't care if you were gone, you didn't notice the plate of fluffy pancakes with warm maple syrup and a square of butter on top of it. You picked up your fork and knife and began to cut the fluffy flat cakes. As you lifted up a piece of the pancake to your mouth, you thought your were in heaven. The taste was un-describeable and no words could describe the taste of this heave that was simply made by Canada's hands.

"I love you." Slipped out of your mouth as you were in a dream of perfect tasting food. You watched as Canada sat next to you with a huge blush on his face. His hands started shaking as he picked up his eating utensils.

"Remember what I taught you when you were little, Matteiu." France said from the other room. You blushed as you thought of what France could've taught Canada when he was younger.

You then blushed when Canada took your hand and waited for you to look at him. As yu turned your head you seen his huge blush and how embarrassed he was.

"Your welcome." He said before he let go of your hand, leaving a very close to fainting Jessica staring down at her shoes.

"I m-may just l-love you t-too." You heard him stutter. Okay, now that was it. You hurried up and finished your food. As soon as you were you brought your dished to the sink. You silently waited as the blushing Canada finished before you sat back down.

"What do you plan on doing today?" You asked him as he looked down. Oh, now this was bad. Your brave side had came out.

Canada looked back up with a smile on his face. After a few seconds he lost his smile and looked back down.

"I d-don't know if you'll w-want t-to but, maybe w-we can go to the p-park?" He asked you with his head down. You then smiled, that sounded nice.

"Alright." You said as you jumped down from the stool again. He then stood up and that's when you noticed. How freaking tall Canada was.

You would almost have to slightly lift your head up if it weren't for your high-top shoes. Your shoes gave you about two extra inches and they made you about 5 foot 7. And Canada was 5 foot 10. How can such a tall guy be so cute? You then thought of an episode when Canada was late to a meeting and when he arrived he was acting uke and was rambling about his disaster that morning. And the saddest thing about that episode, no one remembered Canada, not even his big brother France. But, in the end you knew who he was. In your room as you watched the episode.

"He gets it from me." France said as he passed you two in the kitchen to go to the next room.

"Shall we got then?" Canada said from behind you. You turned around then smiled.

"Sure."

...

*Skip the Park*

You stomped into the house and stomped straight to your room. You closed the door and huffed as you landed onto your bed.

Damn little kids. How could they think Canada was a ghost? Couldn't they see he was a person? A living being? A Canadian? You hated how people never knew who he was. He was a personification of a country. How can you NOT notice CANADA? He's cute, sexy, and Canada!

You huffed as you buried your head in a pillow, and screaming.

"Are you alright, my lady?" You heard a very British gentlemen say. You put your pillow down and slightly jumped. How the hell did England get in here?

"I'm O-okay." You said as you tried to settle down. But, how could you. He was England, ENGLAND! The one with the British accent, bushy eyebrows, and used to be a sexy pirate. (Net that he wasn't still sexy. Now he was a sexy gentlemen.)

"Alright." He said as he took a loose strand of your hair and placed it behind your ear. You squeaked at the slight brush of his hand against your cheek. A blush crept to your face as he cracked a small smile.

"You look so cute like that." He said as he got up and started to leave the room.

"I'll see you later, dear." He said before he walked out, leaving you on your bed, blushing madly.

You looked down as you thought,'The damn Brit! He almost made me pee my pants!'

...

You turned around in your bed. The day had gone by fast. Canada came to your room to eat dinner with you on the rooftop, how romantic of him. he still acted like a Canadian and you couldn't wait until his French came out.

As you turned around in you bed, you decided to check what time it was. It seemed like morning since you could tell it was light outside from behind your eyelids. You then started to rise up from your bed only to be pushed back down by...arms? Your eyes shot open as you looked to see who it was.

"AMERICA!" You yelled as his smiling face mocked you. You blushed madly as he laughed.

"The hero is ready to spend his respected day with you!" He shouted before snuggling close to you and placing his face in your head and sniffing.

You almost cried; you were so happy. America was holding you! In bed! Wait...that sounded wrong. You decided to check to make sure your clothes o and you immediately regretted it.

Of course your clothes were on but, America...was only wearing boxers!

"Jessica! Why is your nose bleeding? I'll go get a towel!" America yelled as he got up and ran out of the door. Your nose started bleeding more.

You had caught a pretty good glimpse of his hamburger boxers.
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I'm 5" 1, I am so tiny :'(
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