#canada and romano are sexy boys

[ask-the-awesome]

Happy Birthday Prussia

So mun got you a sexy gift

Go ahead and open it 🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁

🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁

So mun may have gotten some sexy boys photos as blackmail or just eye candy

I hope you enjoy it

“*whistle* Now that’s some good stuff! Thanks! I’m keeping these in the stash!” 

[hetalia-has-a-secretary]

Romano, Prussia, Canada, England, and Russia hanging out with the person they’re secretly in love with and suddenly the person’s eyes widen as they look at them and without thinking say, “how have I just now noticed how perfect you are?” and the person realizes they said that out loud and are super embarrassed and tell them to forget what they just said

I'm sure if some of us have this in common, but my filter for my emotions is non existent. If I find someone attractive, and we become friends it's going to come out regardless. They must know of their beautiful existence (ㆁJㆁ)~♥️

Romano, Prussia, Canada, Russia, And England's S/O gives an accidental Confession!

Romano:

He was kind of speechless. He wasn't expecting any kind of compliment, especially one like that!

"How am I supposed to forget something like that!?"

Both of them will be red faces by the time they can calm down, and it'll be the first time they see Romano be sweet with someone.

With them

He takes a deep breath and admits he thinks they look stunning to him as well.

It's a half baked confession, but it got it's point across.

Prussia:

He blushes but acts like it went over his head, not use to being told such a thing by... Literally anyone.

"Ja! I am Awezome!"

Has Pretty much saved them the embarrassment by going of on a egotistical tangent.

But those words will bounce in his head through the rest of the day.

He does official ask them on a date when he drops them off home

You can make him go red if you say something like "So this wasn't a date?" And then watch him scramble to find an excuse.

Canada:

Very sweet boy never says anything about his emotions thinking this is temporary, and they'll leave him or forget about him. Ignore the fact it's been 3 months and they still call him by his name.

So the compliment came to as a shock.

He's fighting back tears he's so happy, even if they just realized it

Now officially calles them his little pancake, or Sweetie. First name basis is non existent now.

He repeats it back to them, honestly thinking they're perfect too. And maybe a little sexy as well, but that can be saved for later.

England:

Was talking when they blurted it out, and immediately choked.

"I'm sorry love, can you repeat that? I didn't hear you-"

Flustered TM

Will gladly pretend nothing happened... Until midnight comes.

His S/I should expect a call from him late at night, asking if they'd like to go out.

Russia:

"that is not a very good joke..."

When it's made clear they weren't joking, he gives a big smile

He is also a little bit flustered, and won't understand why they'd want to 'forget it".

They just single handedly out him in a good mood for the rest of the week.

Is also going to just assume they want to date, so they should expect to a lot of surprise visits. No matter the time of day or night....

[hetaliashitpostingftw]

HETALIA PICK UP LINES MASTERPOST:

Yes, these are meant to be cringy, no, I’m not sorry.

ALLIES

America: Don’t worry if you’re only wearing stripes, ‘cause I’ll make you see stars tonight! Canada: Are you a maple tree? ‘Cause I’d tap that. China: Pick up line? No idea. Want to go out tonight? (he’s an old man okay give him a break) France: Would you like to see my Eiffel Tower tonight? England: Is your name Alice? Because I’m lost in your wonderland. Russia: Hey comrade, quit Stalin’, let's share the means of reproduction.

AXIS

Germany: Are you going to kiss me, or am I going to have to lie to my journal? Italy: Are you spaghetti because I want you to meat my balls Japan: Forget about foreplay and filler rice, let's get straight to sashimi.

BALTICS 

Estonia: You make my software turn into hardware! Lithuania: Life without you is like a pencil... pointless! Latvia: I wish I were cross-eyed so I can see you twice.

EASTERN EUROPE 

Romania: I'm like a vampire, but I am not hungry for your love and instead, I want your beautiful heart. Bulgaria: You must be frozen yogurt, because I want to spoon you. Ukraine: Did you work at Chernobyl? Because I feel my control rod moving. Belarus: Roses are red, Violets are blue, I have a knife. Get in the car. Moldova: Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?

MEDITERRANEAN EUROPE

Spain: Do you like fruit because I love you from my head tomatoes Romano: Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living? Greece: I have a cat, she would like to meet you. Turkey: You know…if your other boyfriend doesn’t show, I’ll be sitting over there looking all tall, dark, and handsome. Portugal: Do I know you from somewhere? And wow…you’re even more adorable up close. Vatican City: God said it is not good for man to be alone. So how about it? Monaco: Did I tell you I'm filthy rich and my mother's dead?

NORDIC EUROPE

Denmark: I always thought happiness started with H. But, why does mine start with U? Sweden: If you’d like to come with me to IKEA, I can get you a one night stand Finland: Do you like heavy metal, ‘cause I can teach you how to scream Norway: Are you a magician? Because every time I look into your eyes, everyone else suddenly disappears. Iceland: I lost my scarf, can I wrap you around me instead?

LOW COUNTRIES

Belgium: I’d take you to a chocolate shop, but you’re already so sweet. Netherlands: You must be debt because my interest in you is definitely growing. Luxembourg:  I’m letting girls take body shots off my amazing torso for 5 euro’s. How many can I count you in for?

CENTRAL EUROPE

Austria: Would you like to borrow my tuner? You're looking pretty sharp to me. Slovakia: Are you religious, because you’re the answer to all my prayers Czechia: I like my men like I like my books---well read and in leather. Switzerland: You must be bleu cheese, because I like the way you’re dressing. Hungary: Boy are you a frying pan? Cause you are sizzling hot. Liechtenstein: Do you believe in love at first sight—or should I walk by again? Poland: You can fall from the sky, you can fall from a tree, but the best place to fall... is in love with me! Prussia: Nothing’s as awesome as me - except the thought of us together!

ASIA

Hong Kong: Hey, feel my sweater. You know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material Macau: Do you mind if I walk home with you? My mother always told me to follow my dreams. South Korea: Are you from Korea, because you could be my Seoul mate! Taiwan: Roses are red, my face is too, but that only happens when I’m around you. Thailand: If you stood in front of a mirror and held up eleven roses, you’d see the twelve most beautiful things in the world Vietnam: My ability to speak was taken away by your beauty, please take this card as a substitute India: I’m placing you on the endangered species list, because you’re one of a kind.

AFRICA

Egypt: Are you a camel, because I’d hump you Seychelles: I was so enchanted by your beauty that I ran my boat into yours. So, I am going to need your name and number for insurance purposes. Cameroon: There are 30 million grains of sand on this beach, but there's only one you.

OCEANIA + CARIBBEAN

Australia: You want an Aussie kiss? It's like french but down under. New Zealand: I would leave 99 sheep to come and find you... and then I would carry you home joyfully on my shoulder Cuba: Are you a cigar, because you’re smoking hot!

Let me know if I’m missing anyone (or if there’s someone you want to see, or someone you’ve got a better line for), just reply to this post or send an ask!

[redreddraws5]

Okay, so y'all have questions. I'll just state reasons why I kinda don't like characters or why I do.

Italy:

He's the default favorite. When I first joined the fandom he was my favorite. He still is, like in fanon. I like it when he's just kinda this layed back crack head in fanon.

Germany:

I wish he had more of a personality other than screaming German man in fanon. But in canon he's just a big sweetheart. He likes baking, he likes cleaning, he like Italy's "climate"-

Japan:

I love how weeby he is in fanon and he's absolutely adorable. Sure his design is kinda bland but I like bland.

America:

It might be a bit biased since I'm American, but he's just so adorable. His design is adorable, even though he's another blond dude, Eric Vale fits his personality PERFECTLY and his bloopers are almost as good as Germany's, if not better. But I mildly dislike him in canon. You see, I read a lot of fanfiction and most fanfics make him this perfect being with no flaws and absolutely beautiful. Can we please get some flaws in this house? Thanks.

England:

My favorite rat man! I love him in canon yet hate him in fanon because of how he is portrayed in depressed America fanfiction. This goes for everyone. Not everyone hates America, we have some pretty good allies like Canada and Japan. Like jeez dude, just make us Americans the bullies for once. Also all his insults in fanfiction suck. Yet he's adorable with his eyebrows. I actually had a crush on him once when I joined the fandom, it's the eyebrows man.

Russia:

Fanon does Russia SO DIRTY. Like he's messed up but he doesn't have many friends or any friends. He can't see his sister or talk to her, his other sister wants to marry him and breaks down his door, and everyone is afraid of him. Like someone give him a hug or something! He's adorable.

China:

"This is a matter of gay or death" - China

"SUCK BALL"- China

"White people, sheesh"- China

"Boing"- China

"If you no watch what you eat, you die alone in front of TV" - China

Do I need to explain anymore?

France:

HIS CHARACTER SONGS ARE FUCKING GOLD. HIS DESIGN IS BEAUTIFUL. HE LOVES YOU THE WAY YOU ARE. HE IS NOT A RAPIST. Why do some of the best characters keep getting bad reputations in fanon?

Canada:

How I love/hate how perfect you are even though you aren't perfect from what I've heard over the border.

Prussia:

"MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS!"- Prussia

And he's awesome.

Romano:

You may be a bitch, but you a bitch with personality and I respect that. I'm sorry that most fanfics make you a bitch.

Spain:

A s s

Netherlands:

He looks badass

Greece:

"Japan totally digs my sexy cat ears." - Greece

Turkey:

"HAHAHA you just said anal." - Turkey

Austria:

He's snooty and I'm living for his dub voice and how atrocious it sounds.

Hungary:

She isn't all frying pans my dudes. She's actually a strong female character who cares about Austria and wants to protect him. She's also so CUTE!

Switzerland:

"It tastes, like sandwich." - Switzerland

Also his Marukaite chikyuu may not be the best vocal wise, but that instrumental is badass.

Liechtenstein:

She's a little cutie who cares for her brother. I frickin love her! I want more content with her and she helps keep Switzerland relevant in the fandom.

Belgium:

"Keep it in your pants girl!" - Belgium

She's so adorable and cute! Please I beg of you, don't ruin this pure baby!

Denmark:

I don't hate him, I don't like him, I dislike him, I like him. His energy sometimes is too much for me. Ironic since I have Prussia and America as my favorites.

Norway:

His monotone voice and how he kinda just doesn't care makes me love him.

Iceland:

Angsty teenager alert! His character song is so beautiful and I love his voice!

Finland/Sweden:

I miss Finland with brown eyes. Also their personalities should REALLY be switched.

Remember my dears these are MY opinions and these are the things I've been exposed to. So if you don't agree then you can go away from this post like my dad did three years ago. Except it wasn't a post.

Also sorry for all the tags in the long run. There's 30 tags.

[peppermint-chocolate-cherries]

Hetalia List Challenge

Okay, I’ve been reblogging @hetaliatxtpostz enough for them to notice me and challenge me to partake in their Hetalia list-making.  I do talk a lot about Hetalia, and have enough plot bunnies in progress to understand these same twelve characters, so I will answer the call.

My sexiest list would be very similar, so I’ll just summarize my changes briefly here first:

Spain is sexiest, followed by Germany then Canada.  Yes, I project onto nyo!Canada, deal with it.

Russia, Romano and England are next.  I do enjoy these three quite a bit, especially paired with Canada.

France, Italy and Prussia are further down, I’ve read more than enough fanfiction to satisfy any thirst for these boys.

America, China and Japan are the bottom of my list.  America drives me bonkers, and I’ve never really explored the other two in potential sexy situations.

Instead of a full sexy list, I’ll do the suggestion I was considering sending them as an anonymous ask.

Most Terrifying When Angry

Germany - There is far too much recent historical context and canon for Germany not to be near the top of the list.

Spain - He is the country of passion, after all, it only makes sense that this passion can become terrifying when channeled as rage.  If you want context, a plot-bunny I’m working on right now has him as a murderous blood-thirsty werewolf.

Canada - It may not seem like it on the surface, especially in canon, but don’t mess with Canada.  He’s an expert in the wilderness, he can get through America’s thick skull, he has terrified Germany on the battlefield, and he will gladly pick a hockey fight with Russia any day of the week.

Russia - Yes, I know he’s known as being dangerous, and for giving off quite the aura when someone defies him.  However, there is so much about his thoughts and actions that we don’t fully understand, which makes it hard to define genuine anger.

America - Okay, this idiot may not know how to read the atmosphere, but it’s hard to deny that he will not destroy you if he's mad enough to want to.

Japan - This is probably the most neutral ranking on the list, since I don’t really know Japan’s personality well enough.  However, given that he is VERY quiet and reserved in canon, it would be quite hard to tell that he’s angry until you’ve hit that extreme limit.

England - Once upon a time, back in the days where he dominated half the planet, he was certainly scary.  Nowadays, he’s just a grumpy old fart that everyone knows how to deal with.

Prussia - Very similar to England, except he was (and still is) more of an irritation to everyone than actually being scary.  He’d rather be a hip and cool member of the young crowd, not a member of the “grumpy old fart section”.

Romano - He is consistently more irritated by the world than he is enraged.  Just a lot of hot air here.

China - If anything, he’s just that grandpa-figure who complains about these damn kids that are too busy running amuck to listen to him.  Drinks a lot of tea with England in the “grumpy old fart section”.

France - Does France get mad?  He seems to keep his cool decently, he only seems to get mad when he and England drag each other into the “grumpy old fart section”.

Italy - I know some people out there have imagined scenarios where he can be angry, but that is something I really have trouble imagining.

[hetaliareaction2p]

2p hetalia

Love at first sight...(oh lordy)

When they see or meet you

2p America/Allen - the makes a move guy

"Hey sexy~ what's your name" type of guy. This boy will flirt with you and be acting like he's bad when your around. Chances are he'll fight Matt to show off but fail...

2p Canada/Matt -

"Well shit...." (Poor baby)

The type of guy who will avoid them because A. he's blushing or B. afraid to speak to them (rejection)

2p France/ Francois - "ugh what's this feeling..."

Believes he's sick or something. He'll won't admit but you know him. He'll be rude and sacastic around you but actually just doesn't know what to do.

2p England/Oliver - "ooh they're so cute...wait what if they don't like me.. isn't the freckles?!"

Panic boy. He'll be over heels with you but he'll start thinking about the possibility you don't like him (freckles).

2p China/Zao - Hey! Hey! I love you! Hey!

This boy will try to get your attention or flirt with you a lot...

2p Russia/ Viktor .... Great (sarcastic)

This man won't admit or believe he likes you. Viktor is a man with no emotions but when he sees you. Everything changes in him but he'll be the same outside (the bitch face...) , He'll be a bit rude towards you but still be there in case you need something (can't reach something like that).

2p Italy/Luciano - *uses the Italian charm*

Well hello there Bella/Bello. He'll use the Italian charm on you , flirt his way into asking you out.

2p Japan/kuro - hm I guess I'm going to feel emotions for them...

Kuro won't admit or show anything but a blank face. He'll be cold towards you but opens up little towards you soon.

2p Germany/Lutz - oooh they got a fine ass! & Nice ass! (Towards you)

- his words...

- goes straight to flirting with you , Lutz is a pervert and will make dirty jokes around you. He'll be a show off with the muscles.

2p Prussia - the nervous one

I-I hope t-they like me....(shy baby)

Gilen will feel nervous around you , he'll try to go up and talk to you but can't. He hopes he's good enough for you.

2p Austria - (insert 1p France's laughter)

- a pervert man , Roland will grin around you little creepy but he'll watch over you... probably one of his demons or flirt with you but just know he's not taking no for an answer.

2p romano/Flavio - *squealing*

"They're looking at me"

- diva type of guy & he'll want to take photos with you towards Instagram.

- probably has a million of photos of you. Uses the Italian charm as well.

- want you as his model.

2p Spain/Andres - fuck....

- somewhat like Francois

- he'll be confused but rolls with it.

- he can get jealous & ain't afraid to fight someone or give them a threat.

- he'll do whatever they want or take them whatever they go or need. (Won't admit)

[nedcanquen]

The Most Beautiful Man in the World (One Shot)

This long somewhat crack-ish one-shot was inspired by this:

paladinquen:

One of my friends is a flight attendant who is doing some flights in Europe at the moment. She basically first said “Italian men are the most beautiful men in the world” and then worked a flight to the Netherlands soon after and said “Okay so I was wrong about Italian men”

If I could draw, I would draw a really really smug Ned sitting on a flight across the isle from Romano and Veniziano looking absolutely insulted.

I originally started writing this to fulfill the ‘Together/Apart’ prompt for NedCan Week 2017 but I finished this tonight and found that it didn’t really suit the prompt (I mean it could, if continued, but it’s a one shot for now). 

So...Matthew is an airline steward AU!

Tags: Cabin Crew AU, Modern AU, Social Media

Pairing: NedCan

Characters: APH Canada (Matthew Williams), APH Netherlands (Daan deBoer), APH Seychelles (Michelle Velle), APH North Italy (Feliciano Vargas), APH South Italy (Romano Vargas), APH Portugal (João Fernandes), APH France (Francis Bonnefoy), APH England (Arthur Kirkland), APH Germany (Ludwig Beilschmidt), APH USA (Alfred Jones)

Rating: Teen

Image from Pexels

Matthew Williams

January 15, 2015 - Toronto,Canada

Finally got promoted to international flights! So grateful to be seeing the world with Maple Airlines! Europe here I come!

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Comments

Michelle Velle - Congratulations Matt! Trevi Fountain or Colosseum? Matthew Williams - We’ll flip on it, sounds great either way!

Arthur Kirkland - Congratulations, celebrate now when you’re still excited about only staying in a place for two days before flying off again. Matthew Williams - Thanks Arthur!

Alfred Jones - TOKYO Bro! Get the flights to Tokyo! I wanna see you! Matthew Williams - I’m working on it!

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Matthew Williams January 22, 2015 - Rome, Italy

That was rough but I gotta say...now I get why those statues look the way they do. Rome is beautiful

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Michelle Velle - Just admit it outright! Matthew Williams - Shell, no Michelle Velle - So this guy runs back into the galley and tells me ‘Italian men Michelle...they’re the most beautiful men in the world! Matthew Williams - SHELL! Feliciano Vargas - Don’t be shy Mattie! Romano Vargas - It took you this long to realize?

Francis Bonnefoy - Oooh. My boy, it is a crime that you have been an air steward for this long and still haven’t joined the mile-high-club Matthew Williams - NO! And no one is on my watch! I’m not cleaning up that mess! Michelle Velle - You tell him Matt!

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Matthew Williams February 12, 2016 - Toronto, Canada

Promoted to Business Class, I’m so honored! Alfred Jones I’m flying to TOKYO!!

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Alfred Jones - W00000000000000!!

Another plane another journey. Daan deBoer is not looking forward to this long flight from Toronto to Tokyo, not when he had already endured a long flight from Amsterdam just two days before, but this is just part of his job. Daan is just grateful that he gets to travel on business class on his company’s money. He doesn’t know how people manage to squeeze into economy. He certainly couldn’t, with his height he’d basically be sitting with his knees up to his chin. Business also meant better service, food on your own schedule (and not the plane’s) and a cabin crew that actually listened to your requests. As much as he loved travelling, the actual experience of flying was hell - his brain knew that his body wasn’t meant to fly. At least on a ship you could swim, but a disaster in the air? Daan dealt with it by always working during his flights to avoid thinking about that, and so, it helped to be able to request for things and eat on his own schedule.

He finds it funny that people romanticize air travel. There is nothing romantic about it, it’s boring as shit once you did it often enough - the same announcements and safety procedures, the same canned speeches and on business class, stewards and stewardesses who went through the same training and-

“Good morning Mr Fernandes and Mr deBoer, welcome on board and thank you for choosing Maple Airways, my name is Matthew and if there’s anything you need during this flight, please feel free to ask me. You have a choice of a welcome drink, would you prefer...”

Daan bit back an impatient grunt, he was typing out a last minute email on his tablet before the cabin crew would make him turn it off. It would be a good half an hour before he would be able to turn it on again and by then it would be too late. He tapped the ‘send’ button and looked up, expecting to nod at whoever his steward would be and…

Damn.

For all that those Asian and Middle-Eastern airlines boasted about the attractiveness of their cabin crew, they all just lost out. His steward was looking at him politely with vibrant violet eyes. Who the hell in real life actually had violet eyes? Apparently his steward, who also had a kind face with a strong jawline, framed with loose blond curls - not too long, but not as short as most stewards wore their hair either, which was intriguing.

The man next to him says something but Daan can only stare, until a momentary flicker of uncertainty passes across Matthew’s face, that disappears as quickly as it comes. “If you don’t like any of those drink choices Mr deBoer, is there a personal preference? I can try my best to organize something.” Matthew offers with a smile and Daan comes back to himself. Welcome drinks, right, shit. He had just been sitting here ogling an air steward, he swears the man next to him is smirking. “Orange juice.” He finally says, for lack of any clear idea and Matthew smiles, nods and turns to introduce himself to the passenger sitting in the middle aisle.

How can a man look so sexy from the back? Daan had been able to mostly ignore cabin crew until today, but now he appreciates the cut of the uniforms the stewards wear - basically a three-piece suit sans jacket, black vests, black trousers, white shirts and red ties with a shiny outline of a maple leaf on it. The trousers do nothing to disguise the fact that Matthew could be an underwear model. This is going to be a long flight.

Once Matthew was two rows behind them, and Daan had been staring at his tablet and doing...nothing with it, the man next to him leans over with a shit-eating grin. “You know it’s bad form to stare at the cabin crew in such a manner.”

Daan looks over sharply. The other man extends his hand. “João Fernandes.” Daan shakes his hand but doesn’t quite like the look of him, he looks a little too much like a certain Spanish man in his sister’s continued circle of friends that he could never stand. “What brings you to Tokyo?” João continues.

A talker. Joy. “Daan deBoer,” Daan introduces himself. “And business.” Thankfully João senses his mood and relaxes back into his seat. Daan tries to look at his tablet again and wills a distraction to arrive. No chats from Belle or Christian, or Mathias, no work emails because of the time difference.

“Orange juice Mr deBoer.” Matthew smiles, “Your wine, Mr Fernandes.”

He turns and Daan now realizes that the woman sitting across the aisle from him accepting her glass of juice is sitting by a baby carrier. He falls back in his seat with a sigh. Babies always wail and who could blame them with the altitude change? The evidence is not pointing to this being a particularly pleasant flight.

It’s only five hours later that Daan decides he needs to eat. He steels himself to finally look at Matthew again without eye-fucking the man, which he’s managed to avoid entirely so far by just not looking at him. He swears he can feel the amused gaze of his neighbor turn to him and he’s about done with this flight, but there’s still another five plus hours to go.

Matthew duly serves him the chicken parmesan with a smile (which is his job, Daan reminds himself) and pours Daan the coffee he’s asked for. All in all, it’s a relatively safe interaction and Daan is proud of himself.

Until the plane starts shaking and the seatbelt sign ‘dings’ on. Great, just great. The captain announces that he’s discontinuing the service of hot beverages, but it’s too late for Daan because despite the fact that he’s now holding up his cup of coffee (more stable than being set on the table), it’s shaking and spilling everywhere, including him.

This is in fact, the worst turbulence he’s ever experienced and that is really saying something. People have different tolerance levels to turbulence and fear of flying but he knows he’s currently sharing a plane with an entire cabin of people who aren’t so sure if they’re going to make it. Even the baby knows what’s up and wails. A woman laughs maniacally in the back, which isn’t helping matters and Daan has only just realized that he’s been swearing loudly the whole time. “We’re going to fucking die, that’s it, fuck.”

He tries to focus, coffee spills on his arm and blanket and he thinks of the time he got into a fight with his sister Belle. He thinks about his baby brother Christian, and the fact that he’s adopted Daan’s pet rabbits and Belle’s dog because his older siblings travel so much. Daan thinks about how he often wakes up and doesn’t remember exactly where he is and how he’s always physically apart but everywhere at once and always connected. What has been the meaning to his life?

“I would give anything to go back to the days when we could sail around the fucking world!” João says a little too loudly next to him and Daan can only agree. “The seas are dangerous but at least there’s a chance over the entire plane dropping out of the sky!”

“Fuck yes.” Daan is allowed to swear he decides, someone else has done it now. Next time he’s travelling by boat, even better, cargo ship where there are no other passengers to bother him. Who cares if there’s no internet connection and that the journey takes a couple of months?

Matthew emerges from the galley, calm as if the plane isn’t bucking up and down and making people see their life flashing before their eyes. He sits in the empty seat next to the mother who is trying desperately and failing to calm her wailing baby. Some words are murmured and she agrees to hand the baby over.

What happens next is a miracle.

Matthew rocks the baby and sings an old French lullaby in the most soothing voice Daan has ever heard. He sings loud enough to overcome the sounds of Daan’s shaking tablewear and the creaking of the plane.

The baby starts to quieten down, the maniacally laughing woman eventually shuts up. Everyone in fact, is desperately listening to the sound of that voice. The turbulence lasts for half an hour and by now Daan’s coffee is all over him and he’s holding an empty cup. He doesn’t care. How is someone supposed to care about coffee when a literal goddamned angel is on a flight with you?

Daan doesn’t even notice when the turbulence finally ends, he’s been desperately fixated on Matthew all this time, Matthew who is still holding the now gurgling and playful baby, and he’s making faces at it. Daan knows he’s terrible with children but suddenly feels like kids themselves, well, they’re not a terrible idea. Maybe…

“Please have a new blanket Mr deBoer. May I take your cup?” He’s jarred away from staring at Matthew by the stewardess who usually works the other aisle. Her nametag says ‘Michelle’.

“Thanks.” He hands the cup over to her and makes quick work of his meal. Once the tray is cleared he stands to get his carry-on out to retrieve a fresh change of clothes. He is not going to sit on this flight for another four hours covered in coffee. Another passenger rushes into the larger of the lavatories before he can finish finding the pants he packed and Daan groans. He can barely fit in the regular-sized lavatories because of his height just to relieve himself. Changing would be impossible.

But...Michelle appears busy now caring for all the passengers while Matthew is still occupied with the lone mother and baby. It won’t take that long to change, it’s the plane’s fault for having such small bathrooms anyway.

Daan sneaks a peek into the galley and as expected, finds it empty. It’s probably not allowed but it beats giving the rest of business class a show. He drops his bag and makes quick work, stripping his shirt and wiping off the remainder of the coffee with the clean parts of it before throwing on the fresh one, and is halfway through taking off his stained pants when of course, Matthew walks around the corner and jumps back with a small yelp.

Daan pauses, turns and looks up, they lock eyes. Considering what cabin crew must experience with crazy customers, Daan is a little shocked that Matthew is shocked, but still, he uncharacteristically feels the need to explain himself and stands to his full height with just his shirt and briefs on. “I can’t fit into the lavatory.” After a pause he quickly adds, “Sorry.” And continues changing, his cheeks burning. This was going to go into the annals of cabin-crew gossip, this much he knows. ‘I walked into 1B changing in the galley like he owns the place!’

Matthew looks up at him, noting his height and Daan belatedly notes that the other man is about half a head shorter than him. “Right.” Matthew says, pink in the cheeks. “Um...I can relate.” He laughs a little and Daan smiles back, and finishes changing into the fresh pair of pants.

Before he moves back to his seat, Daan finds himself stopping. “That was amazing by the way, what you just did.”

Matthew looks back at him in surprise. “Oh um...thanks.” He smiles even brighter and Daan has to swallow because it feels like his heart is dislodging itself from his chest. “I’ll let my mother know that the lullaby still works its magic.”  

Daan knows that some people just don’t know how to take a compliment, but it usually strikes him as dishonest. It’s a social form that you can’t be seen preening about yourself so you fake humility. There doesn’t appear to be any faking here, nothing but adorableness and someone who doesn’t seem like he can be real.

“And Mr deBoer, I’ll give the airlines your feedback about the size of the lavatories, but you really can’t change in the galley.”

Matthew Williams February 15, 2016 - Tokyo, Japan

I can’t even...right when I thought that customers couldn’t surprise me anymore. So I walk into the galley and one of my passengers is changing! In my galley!! Seriously?! But...I couldn’t really say much of anything because...wow.

Michelle Velle - What happened to the most ‘beautiful men in the world?’ He didn’t look Italian to me Matthew Williams - I was wrong about Italian men. Romano Vargas - FUCKING WHAT?! Feliciano Vargas - EXCUSE ME?! Matthew Williams - I didn’t mean it like that! I wasn’t thinking I’m sorry!!! Romano Vargas - I’m insulted! Feliciano Vargas - We are insulted! Where is this passenger from?! This is war! Matthew Williams - guys...come on Michelle Velle - I didn’t talk to him much, how is he? Matthew Williams - I don’t know? He spent most the flight ignoring me but he was really nice in the galley, probably because he was caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing. Romano Vargas - And THIS is more beautiful than an Italian? No Matthew, no. You have spent too much in the fucking air, it’s killing your brain cells.

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“Thank you so much!”

“You literally saved me from having a heart attack!”

“Are you free to babysit?”

“I’ll have you know I wrote an email right after the shaking stopped to commend you to Maple Airways.”

The best and worst flight that Daan has ever been on is finally over. He’s at once relieved and disappointed. The reason why is standing in front of him by the plane’s exit, just a few people in front of him. He knows as soon as the faces of the other cabin crew looking at him, that everyone already knows he’s ‘that guy who changed in the galley’.

“Thank you for flying with us.” Matthew says the common line, a dust of pink on his cheeks, while Michelle looks like she’s trying not to laugh.

“No, thank you. And…” Daan waves in the general direction in front of him of all the people who are disembarking after giving their praise. “Everything that they said.” He wants to say something else but he also doesn’t want to hold up the line. “Take care.” He steps off the plane and takes a deep breath of relief.

“I think everyone in business class has fallen in love with that man, or are desperate to hire him to babysit their little ones.” It’s João and he seems very amused at everything. Daan figures, shit-eating grin aside, the man was a fairly acceptable neighbor on the plane and mostly kept to himself.

“Can’t blame them. I didn’t mean to be short in there, I don’t fly well.”

“Ah yes. I could sense a kindred spirit when I mentioned bringing back ships.”

Daan nodded. “Definitely.”

“This is not any of my business but, we only have one life. I think, you should try asking that steward if he’s willing to get to know you better.”

Daan rolls his eyes. “Me and everyone in business class. Give the man a break, he’s been on his feet for more than 10 hours, including when the plane was practically rolling around.”

João shrugs. “If he’s too tired he’ll turn you down, no? But if he isn’t…”

Daan has had enough of this. “Look, no offense but-”

“But I swear to you, I saw him blush several times whenever he approached our seats and I really don’t think it was for me.”

That makes Daan’s jaw shut and he stares at João in disbelief. The other man laughs and waves. “I have shopping to do, but good luck!”

Damn the man. If he had stuck around to be entertained at whatever disaster those words were causing in Daan’s mind, he would suspect João of setting him up for amusement. But no...it’s just information freely exchanged.

Lost in a daze of thoughts, Daan makes very slow progress through immigration and customs, getting lost a few times in the terminal simply because he wasn’t paying attention. He keeps thinking about Matthew, and wonders if the man can be real, but realizes that he won’t actually know the reality of him unless he actually has the courage to try. Daan hasn’t slept in more than ten hours, his heart is beating so hard he can barely hear, and if he’s going to make a fool out of himself in front of a gorgeous man, it’s good that his chances of seeing a steward again can be greatly reduced by simply flying with a different airlines. It was actually a bit of a fluke that he flew on Maple Air this time around rather than his national carrier.

Oh God Daan, stop talking yourself into this, you know you want to do this.

He was going to do it. He was going to ask Matthew out on a date, and maybe find out his last name. He had no idea what Matthew’s schedule was, maybe he’d fly out tomorrow, maybe the best they’d be able to manage would be breakfast, but João was right. Daan only had one life and Matthew was a one-of-a-kind. Maybe Matthew was already taken (Daan wouldn’t be surprised if he were), maybe Matthew wasn’t interested in men, maybe the blush was for another reason. Still...if he didn’t try, he’d regret it forever. From a purely practical perspective, Daan wouldn’t be able to focus on work at all tomorrow if he just left the airport now, haunted by a kind smile and violet eyes.

He’s been so stupid walking around this airport he may have missed the crew entirely. Shit.

Daan runs to baggage claim and hopes he isn’t too late. He isn’t because there was a delay in releasing the bags. Thank goodness for small favors. Daan steels his courage and approaches the group of uniformed crew members where Matthew looks somewhat distressed, scrolling on his phone, while Michelle is laughing so hard she’s holding onto his shoulder for support. Other crew members are giggling too, probably some private joke of theirs.

Daan keeps approaching, now or never, he breathes in deep, lets out his breath and puts one foot in front of the other until he’s close enough to distract the group from Matthew’s phone. Daan’s not paying attention to the rest of them though, he’s just focused on Matthew. Matthew who notices him with wide shocked eyes and quickly pockets his phone, pink slowly blossoming on his cheeks.

“Mr deBoer,” Matthew straightens himself, going back into steward mode, but Daan has met steward Matthew. He’d like to get to know the rest of him. “Um...is there anything I can help you with? Airline related, I can’t do much about the airport, but I can try.” He let out a nervous laugh and Daan can only stare at him for a moment.

“It’s...I um…” Great, after working himself up for so long, now Daan can’t find the words. He’s grateful though that suddenly he’s left relatively alone with Matthew, as the rest of the crew have retreated. “The thing is…”

Matthew simply looks confused, and he’s about to say something when Daan finally finds his words.

“Look, I know you’ve probably had to beat off every single loser in business class by now, but if you don’t mind...if you have the time...would you have dinner with me tomorrow?”

The crew was not *that* far away. It was painfully apparent now with the increased chatter and not so subtle camera-phone clicks and Daan did not plan this out well at all. He did not plan, that’s a mistake and maybe Matthew is embarrassed because of it. He usually plans everything but he doesn’t have enough information - is there some employee code of conduct that prevents Matthew from saying yes? Should Daan have waited until they at least exited the airport? Does Matthew have a partner in-

“Yes….?”

Daan blinks. That’s the most confusing ‘yes’ he’s ever heard because it sounds like a question. Matthew is looking at him as if he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing or hearing, but at least he’s not acting like a steward any...oh crap, he hopes Matthew doesn’t feel obligated to agree for whatever crazy customer service reason.

“Yes as in...you want to?” Daan has to ask just to make sure.

“Ye..Yes! Yeah, uh...haha sorry about that um...I just didn’t quite believe what was happening. Are you...okay just to make sure. Are you asking me out on a date?”

Unbelievable. “Yes! Yes, I’m...asking you out on a date, is that okay with you?”

Matthew laughs. “More than okay, I’m just surprised because well...you didn’t seem to like me for most of that flight.”

Oh God. “I liked you a lot. I was trying not to be creepy about it.”

“Oh! Thanks.”

That smile should be illegal.

Matthew pulls out his phone with a blinding grin. “In that case, yes to the date, yes to dinner, are you on roaming?”

All the tiredness and tension leaves Daan as he pulls out his own phone to exchange numbers. He can’t stop looking at Matthew’s blinding smile, the titters and the noise from Matthew’s crewmates don’t even matter anymore. Eventually though, they do have to part, Matthew’s brother has arrived to pick him up but tomorrow…

Tomorrow.

Daan can’t wait. It’s only afterwards when he picks up his bag that he realizes his cheeks are hurting - he’s been grinning so much.

Michelle Velle February 15, 2016 - Tokyo, Japan

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Take a shot for every time they say ‘yes’

HONESTLY!!

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Matthew Williams - WHAT?! You took a video?! Omg Shell really? Michelle Velle - It was so cute though! And you’re happy! Feliciano Vargas - Is this the galley guy? Romano Vargas - What the fucking...THAT IS NOT A MORE BEAUTIFUL MAN! Feliciano Vargas - That’s not beautiful! You want to see beautiful? Ludwig Beilschmidt - FELI NO!

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Thoughts on APH fic writing, common characterisations and pair dynamics

This is a long personal ramble about exploring societal biases and pushing back against them by experimenting with fanfic. Some of the fics I’m talking about here were never posted haha. I dunno, maybe they were personal. You may read or ignore (or read halfway and ignore). Not sure why I’m thinking about this today.

I was looking through my Google drive today and reading some stuff that I started and abandoned - Hetalia stuff from WAY before I got into NedCan as the SHIP ABOVE ALL SHIPS for me. Omg some of the stuff I wrote, but I did notice some interesting things...

I experimented a lot, but mostly did AUs because I also wanted to explore the dynamics within my favorite pairings if I changed certain major assumptions. Now when I pair characters, I believe that I pair them in any shape, universe or form - canon, AU, M/M, F/M, F/F, genderfluid etc (I’m not really into alpha/beta/omega AUs so I can’t really make a call on that), supernatural, space AUs, etc. But as a bit of a personal social experiment, I wanted to see how society has entrenched certain assumptions in me about relationships. I did this by...writing about space (Star Trek AU, the characters as different alien races), by looking at which character the fandom tended to ‘feminize’ and switching that up (so for PruAus for example, where if anyone is suddenly a Nyo counterpart, it’s usually Austria who is feminized) and seeing if I could keep the dynamic and all the things I loved about that pairing the same. 

It’s easier with aliens than it is with societal assumptions about gender. This surprised me but shouldn’t have, though it was interesting to explore what I personally had to fight against in my own head (how characters interacted with each other if one of them was a woman instead, and with Hetalia it’s usually M/M...sometimes it didn’t make a difference...sometimes it was a world of a difference...and that bothered me...so how could I recognize it to do something about it?). 

By far the most unpopular Hetalia fic I’ve ever written was a Fem Prussia / Austria thing about them meeting on a train. I’m not surprised that it’s not popular because there’s no real resolution and all they do is talk. They met in an in-between phase of their lives, so there was no place for them to go at that time. In the scheme of fandom, it didn’t have ‘popular/cute’ written all over it, but it was selfish writing, something I had to write for myself at the time due to circumstances. I decided to write Prussia as a woman because other than the fact that Nyo Prussia is one of the more conventionally ‘sexy’ anime women in Hetalia, Prussia is often interpreted as the hyper masculine one, especially in PruAus pairings. On the flip side, Austria is interpreted as a caricature of femininity (really can’t blame the fans for this as Hetalia itself is a huge joke about caricatures). Julchen was in the Army, or at least on her way to joining the Army, while Roderich was a composer. But rereading the fic now, it’s clear that I have failed in many ways to write these two exactly the same as I would have if I were writing about two men or two women. 

It was also Fem Spain / Austria. I wanted to explore this idea of Austria being unabashedly him, petty, elegant and obsessed with music...but still strong in character (I mean, he’s based off a nation that was an Empire after all), and still having some quality that made him fairly irresistible. Admittedly I chose to write Fem Spain because Spain is also one of those characters that is more often interpreted as highly masculine. I had planned on exploring N. Italy/ Fem Germany in that universe too, but never continued in that universe.

I kind of tried this again later on when i was into NedCan, mostly because I was wondering why half the NedCan fanfics on AO3 featured Ned/Fem Can. I mean, I love NedCan in all its forms but I didn’t see why my boy Canada’s qualities had to be assumed to be more easily interpreted as feminine (I mean I know why, but I didn’t necessarily agree with it). So I tried writing Fem/Genderfluid Ned with Can but in a Dutch golden age/pirate AU and...well the AU itself was fun but the story was very time consuming. (I also don’t know how clear it is that Ned is Genderfluid?)

For as much as I love APH Canada, I seem to have an extraordinarily difficult time writing him, which was mostly why that particular fic went on hiatus. I’m not so sure why it’s so hard to write him. I knew what drove Anneke, but Matthew? He was so torn between family and self and Anneke, without anyone asking him to be that even I froze up, unable to decide what to do next. I suppose I had to stop at that point because I was in a similar place (still in a similar place) personally, feeling torn between many things, and trying to choose self, but not really being able to fully be consumed by that decision. It’s hard to choose yourself, it’s so crazy how hard it is to do that. 

So I’m not trying to make all my couples heterosexual or gay, but I’m kind of using them as a means of exploring ways of fighting back against my personal biases. Hetalia characters lend themselves to interpretation because there’s so much unsaid for all the caricature and stereotype. When I wrote Unity, people thanked me for not writing Finland as a weak character (he’s like...the scariest character, arguably, in that whole fic). Romano in my football AU is just a child but shows so much inner strength even if his outer strength is not as demonstrative. But frankly, I don’t quite see how *any* of the nations could be perceived as weak I mean...nations are nations for a reason. Personified, every nation/character is a complex marriage of good and evil fighting for a unique identity amongst the others and isn’t that just what being human is? 

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Kidnapped by Sexy Men (Ch. 13)

(Kat)

The end is near for me.

You brushed out your barely damp hair. (Last night you took a shower, like every night you did.) You decided to put it up in a high ponytail. Usually your hair would be worn down but, today was Romano and you actually wanted to look pretty for him. You blushed as you looked into the mirror. Oh lord...did you just think that?

I’d straighten my hair if I really wanted to look pretty.

As you got dressed for the day (as much as you hated it you wore skinny jeans every day since they made you -and you ass- look good),

I like skinny jeans though.

 you thought about what Romano had in store for today. It really could've been anything. Ranging from staying at home to going out the possibilities were endless for Romano. You tied your left shoe then got up. You started to walk to the door but, you went back to your bed and sat down. Did you want to get violated again? Depending on who it was...it would mostly be no for everyone. There was only about two men who you would allow to touch you (in a perverted way), Prussia, America, and Romano. When it came to a hug or something then the list was longer. The first person on that list was Canada. Canada had confessed but, was that it? Did he just want to confess? He could just take you from everyone else right now, if he asked you...to date him.

I’d say yes because he’s a cutie pie.

You mentally smacked yourself. Seriously, (Kat)? Were you falling for Canada? You mentally kicked yourself. Why? Why are you thinking like this? You were barely even through the whole cycle...and you were already starting to make your choice.

Canada is the least strange person there.

And the most tolerable, other than Britain and Italy.

As you sat down on your bed and thought, Romano was in his room thinking about what to do for today. He wanted to take you to a restaurant but, he didn't want one that was too fancy. And he didn't even know what the damn you liked! Now how was he supposed to know what you liked. He wasn't a complete stalker like America; who checked your Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, MySpace, Tumblr, Blogger, Gmail, Flickr, FanFiction, and FictionPress. 

Holy crud America chill. 

I don’t even have Facebook, Twitter, Myspace, or FictionPress. I do have the other ones, though. You can probably find the links to those accounts in the “other places I lurk” tab on this blog. It’s just below my “do you have something you want me to review?” tab. 

ALSO HOW DOES HE CHECK MY GMAIL THAT IS LITERALLY MY EMAIL INBOX.

And Romano wasn't like Prussia either; checking your blog for your school and trying to find some old memories that maybe he could use. Then there was Japan...Romano shivered at the thought of how OBSESSED the Japanese man was with (Kat) . Japan literally wrote manga with you in it. 

TIME TO FLEE.

And it was hentai.

wHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

JAPAN NO.

JAPAN WE TALKED ABOUT THIS.

 How dare the bastard even try to draw that about you! But, back on topic now, he finally decided to take you to the most casual Italian restaurant ever...Olive Garden. 

THAT IS NOT AN ITALIAN RESTAURANT.

ASK ME.

THE ITALIAN GIRL.

Romano smirked...he could criticize the people at the restaurant and make plenty of moves on you there.

Romano. Why are you taking me to a place with fake Italian food?

... He gave you an hour to get ready. You knew Olive Garden wasn't extremely fancy so you decided you would wear you black skinny jeans, a white shirt with a tight white hoodie, and your white Jordans. 

I do not own a pair of Jordans.

I’d also at least wear a skirt or a maxi dress or something to a date.

When you looked into the mirror you decided to use the eyeshadow in that makeup case. You then lined your eyelids with a dark brownish eyeshadow then you finished it off with mascara and eyeliner. (using the same butterfly technique as last time.) 

No. I cannot do that freaking butterfly technique. 

You hated lipstick and lip gloss because either way it would come off or you would literally suck it off your lips from irritation. 

Dude, I wear lipstick and lip gloss all the time.

It makes my lips look fabulous. 

As took off your earrings to put a different pair on, the door knocked.

*Someone knocked on the door.

It had to be Romano. Your heart slightly raced at the thought. The same exact beat and feeling you got in your heart, mind, and stomach when you used to like real guys (before anime) and your old crushed would talk to you. You felt...like. That like-like that usually led to love after a week or two.

I’ve never had a crush on any sort of anime guy.

I am literally sighing right now.

'Love...oh dear lord...I'm thinking that about Romano?' You thought as your shaky hand opened the door to reveal the southern Italian. As he whistled as you blushed, Prussia was cursing in German to himself from the hallway closet. (Stalker much?)

Yes.

"You look great!" Romano said as he touched one of the strings on your hoodie. You would've froze in place but, the warmth from your blush melted all of that away. You shakily lifted up your hand to take Romano's off of your hoodie string but, the tomato-lover had other plans. Instead he took your hand in his and smiled. Now he just wanted you to die of his fangirl-over-because-he-is-just-so-undescribably-sexy-and-cute-ness. Wait! Was he the first to hold your hand like this? In a...boyfriend-ly manner?

Romano no you’re supposed to be a tsundere.

"T-thanks." You managed to get out after a while of just staring into each other's eyes. Romano smiled as he dragged you out of your room. "Let's go now." He said as he led you outside. ... Although it was highly unlikely that these two would team up, Prussia and America had followed you and Romano to the Olive Garden where they sit from a few tables down from you two. Oh they were stalking you alright...because they wanted to make sure that the Southern Italian didn't get any ideas.

Screw off.

"Can you hear them talk?" America whispered to Prussia behind his binoculars. 

GO AWAY.

"Nope. Romano keeps talking to (Kat) while she blushed and nods. What do you think their talking about?" Prussia asked as Gilbird tweeted. Prussia almost yelled at the bird to shut up but, instead he slightly flicked his feathery friend in the tiny little head. "Let me say what I think while they talk..."America started. As Romano started to talk again America started. "Hey (Kat), am I a big fat ass hole?" Oh why yes you are. I hate doing this with you and I would rather be fucking America right now."

Wow.

Prussia literally gagged at America's 'reading.'

Same, Prussia.

"Let me do the reading now." Prussia said as he waited for Romano to talk again. He then smirked as he 'read'. "So do you want to suck my small ass penis? It's smaller then Sealand's. I don't think so. I'd rather choke on Prussia's." Prussia snicked as he watched America's face grow hot. Damn, did Americans get turned on fast.

No. No they don’t.

 And boy, were they stupid.

SORRY I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF HOW FREE I AM.

But seriously that’s really racist.

"I-It's not f-funny!" America protested.

No. Prussia is just a jerk.

... "Hey...Romano? Is that...America and Prussia spying on us?" You asked the southern Italian as he ate his tomato ravioli. He shoved the last bog tomato 

I know that was probably a typo, but I still made this.

A bog tomato.

in his mouth before he looked over. What the hell were they doing here? The damned stalkers! Well...would he give them a show. Romano smirked at his cliche romantic plan that formed in his head. *A few minutes later* "Hey (Kat)." Romano said as he scooted closer to you. Oh he was about to do something very cheesy. He was going to share his desert with you. He was going to eat his chocolate Italian style pudding as America and Prussia watched in agony of wanting to be him right then and there. As you turned your head you knew exactly what Romano wanted to do. Your fangirl didn't come out. And your shyness didn't come out either. Your inner romantic girl came out. Your opened you mouth to eat the spoonful of pudding. You then picked up a spoon and started to feed Romano as he smiled at you. Romano was surprised at your sudden action. You were approving and acknowledging his flirting and you were rewarding him with your own flirting. Oh, did those two ass holes feel envious. Romano made sure to savor this moment as did you. It was very rare for you to flirt. Especially with this situation. And the both of your were loving it.

No comment.

... 'Just a quick peck on the lips.' Romano thought as he wrapped up his day with your outside of your room. "Goodnight. I had a very good time." You said as you started to turn to go into your room then, Romano turned you around to quickly peck you on the lips. After a few seconds, when your mind barely triggered what happened, he let go and went to his room. You slowly backed up into your room before you closed the door. You slowly walked over to your bed as you picked up a pillow and gave it your all to squeal all of your feelings into one huge scream that was muffled by your pillow.

Yasss.

That was actually a decent chapter, other than the whole ‘Jealous stalker America and Prussia.’  As you literally squealed yourself to sleep, Canada who had seen the two of your silently cried in his room.

NO MY BABY.

I can’t get the leaving gif to work, so have a tomato.

~Kat

[ohnohetaliasues]

Kidnapped by Sexy Men (Ch.25)

(Kat)

Still scared.

This morning you woke up...not in your room but in a room filled with some pretty explicit posters and pictures (Some of Jackie Chan, you knew Kaoru was a fan of him and his movies and fighting)- and a night light, you weren't surprised because you knew Hong Kong was afraid of the dark. It wasn't just pictures either, it was everything. Everything was either explicit or copyright. (Same thing mostly.) It had to belong to the one and only-

Explict and copyright are not the same thing.

"Hong Kong?" You questioned as you sat up in a Chinese like bed. "AH!" You lightly screamed as strong arms brought you down from your sit up position. You felt a chest behind your back as you were forced to lay back down. "I don't wanna get up yet." Said the one and only Hong Kong himself from behind you. Oh, how his accent was so cute! (Fun Fact: Cantonese is the language spoken in Hong Kong as well as Chinese and English.)

I knew that.

"Why am I in your bed? Scratch that, why am I even in your room?"

Yeah, I’d like to know that too.

 You asked as you tried to cross your arms only to see that Hong Kong's hold of you was in the way. "It's my day, isn't it? You know I wanted to do something sweet at first but..." His right hand then started to trail down until it was directly above your vital regions."Would you like to do some explicit stuff this morning?" 

He finished his sentence in a very seductive, sexy, and inviting voice. Wait, was Hong Kong trying to...do you?

NO THANK YOU.

I DON’T WANT ANY.

"What are you talking about Kaoru?" You asked, saying his real name. It took all of your inner strength to not do something fangirl, let Hong Kong do you, or do anything else un-calm.

Also, this name makes no sense, because Kaoru is Japanese.

"I don't like it when people say my fangirl name but...you can be an exception." He said as he put his hand back to it's earlier un-perverted place. "What was the sweet thing?" You questioned as you tried to change the subject from going back to explicit stuff. "I wanted to paint with you. I would've done some martial arts but, I decided that painting would be better with you."

Lucky for you, I love to paint.

 He said as he starting talking in his normal voice. You did kinda miss the seductive-ness though, to be honest...

"That sounds..." You tried to look for the right word that wouldn't seem dirty. "Cool." You finished.

"Then I can pleasure you before anyone else does." The Chinese teen smirked from behind you. He wasn't going to give up on explicit stuff so easily. ... "Kaoru, why did you draw a very explicit yaoi picture of Russia and China?" You said as you looked away from his painting. Now you seen why China didn't like Hong Kong to draw these pictures...the first one he seen was probably RoChu.

This... is the explicit thing?

"It was either this or you." 

And that would end in you having two broken arms.

He said as he put some finishing touched on his painting then putting it under his bed; with the rest of his explicit paintings.

Remind me never to look under there.

"So your just like South Korea..." You mumbled under your breath as you remembered Yong Soo's explicit drawings of you. "What was that?" Hong Kong asked you as he looked over your shoulder to see your painting. It was a mochi version of Hong Kong. You were never good at drawing anime characters but, you were totally awesome at drawing Hetalia Mochi's. (Fun Fact: This is true with the author. My first Mochi drawing was the awesome Prussia, thus why it turned out so awesome.)

Also, Mochis are easy.

"It's me...as a Mochi." He said with a tone of voice with no expression in it. You have noticed that Hong Kong spoke with no emotion a lot. He probably didn't like to express his feelings, he was raised by China and was owned by England for a short time. (Fun Fact: Hong Kong's Establishment Day is considered his birthday thus it is the same day as Canada's birthday-Canada Day. So Hong Kong and Canada share the same birthday.)

I don’t need all these fun facts.

"Do you like it?" You asked with slight worry in your voice. "Can I keep it?" He asked as he hovered his hands over your painting. "Sure." You said with a smile, handing it to Kaoru and watching him hang it up on his wall. "Aren't you afraid that China will come in to see some of the explicit pictures on your wall and under your bed?" You asked as you sat on his bed.

Why would China look under his bed?

"He won't find them. He won't go into my room anyways...but, I'll have to watch out about South Korea or Japan coming in here." Hong Kong turned as he finished pinning up your painting and sighed as he put his fists on his hips. Damn, did you want to glomp him right now. He looked so adorably cute. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked you as he sat down next to you, with a slight confused look and tone. "N-no reason!" You said as you waved your hands in front of you, hoping he wouldn't suspect something. "Sure." He said as he looked up. You couldn't tell what he was thinking but, you hoped it was something good. "After today, you can hang out with whoever you want. We decided to terminate the days; too much stress for you."

Thank the Lord.

"It kinda is, having to wake up every day only to be with another guy. It would be nice to hang out with Liechtenstein for a while or to just do something alone. I still need to update my fanfictions!" You said as you started to panic. "I seen some of those, Japan showed me them. You write pretty good, but...you should write some more M rated stuff."

Uh. That’s somewhat out of my comfort zone.

 You looked over to Hong Kong to see him smirking at you. "No." You simply answered. You knew what he was thinking now. Either write something M rated or...do something M rated.

How about neither?

 "Maybe another day." You promised Hong Kong. he smiled at you. "You really want to? Another day? Can I be the first?" He yelled with excitement. Oh dear...you didn't feel like talking or making decisions about your virginity but, maybe now WAS the right time to start deciding.

No.

"I don't know...I don't really want to get pregnant then have to remember or run tests on who the dad is. I know if I start doing it now...I won't be able to stop. I'm a fangirl, I wouldn't be able to help it."

I’m not a fangirl.

"I still hope I'm the first..." Hong Kong said in a dreamily voice. "When your ready that is." He finished, thinking he sounded like a man-whore.

It will not be you.

"Hong Kong, do you have any extra chopsticks, ar-?" China walked into the room without knocking, only to stop mid-sentence and his jaw ended up hanging wide open. "Oh! Yao! I-I can e-explain!" Hong Kong said as he got up, put his hands up in defensive-ness, and stuttered. "Y-you promised me, aru." China said as he approached Kaoru. "Why?" "I'm a teenage boy by appearance...what do you think?" Hong Kong crossed his arms and turned around.

Haha true though.

"Your pictures are more detailed than Yong Soo's, aru!" China said excitedly as he approached one and fully examined it.

China stop being counterintuitive. Wait...was China complimenting them now? "I'll see you later, Asians." You then kissed Hong Kong on the cheek before you left his room to retreat down to your own. ... "So, now all the visitors are going to come?" You questioned as you stared at the letter in your hand from Liechtenstein. It read: Dear (Kat), We will be having visitors for other countries! And I have the list of who comes and how long they will stay so I decided to write it down for you. 1.) Belarus and Ukraine, visiting Russia from November 15-17 2.) Lithuania, visiting Poland from November 17-18 3.) Australia, visiting England and America from November 18-21 4.) North Korea, Taiwan, Vietnam, Thailand, and Beijing, visiting the other Asians from November 21-22 (Asian Sparkle Party)

5.) Austria and Hungary, visiting Italy and Germany from November 22-23 (German Sparkle Party)

Yassss my bae is coming. 

(It’s Hungary)

6.) Sealand, visiting England from November 23-24 (England has to babysit)

Oh dear.

7.) Greece, visiting Japan from November 25-27

Why isn’t Greece already here?

8.) Turkey, visiting Japan from November 26-27 9.) Belgium, Netherlands, Mexico, Baja California, Puerto Rico, Brazil, and Chile visiting Spain, Italy, and Romano from November 27-29 (Latin/Hispanic/Mexican Sparkle Party)

Why? 10.) Cuba, visiting Canada and Spain (slightly) from November 28-30 (Will also be apart of the Latin/Hispanic/Mexican Sparkle Party)

Why are there going to be ‘sparkle parties?’

I’m confused.

11.) Seychelles, visiting France and England from December 2-4

My other bae.

And that is all that we know of. There may be some more visitors later. I hope that you will enjoy the planned Sparkle Parties and the visitors. If any of them try to kill you, call either big bruder, Russia, former big bruder, or one of the BTT members. Sincerely, Liechtenstein

Gee, thanks for the heads up, Liech.

"Freaking Ukraine and Belarus are coming in two days...Fuck. My. Life!" 

Oh, Ukraine isn’t too bad.

Belarus is downright terrifying.

You yelled as you almost burst into tears.

 Now you would have to compete for Russia for two days! But, at least you would get to see three Sparkle Parties!

But I don’t want to see any sparkle parties.

Help me.

I’ll see you guys later!

~Kat