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I really have nothing to say here so... Let's get right to this horror! 

Twelve men climbed into your window. Your room was on the second floor so they used the tree that blocked your perfect view of the moon. One by one they jumped into your room. This looks amusing in my mind. Just twelve men jumping into a window and ridiculous music playing in the background.  "She's asleep. What do we do now?" A certain British gentlemen said as he approached you by the side of your bed. If you were awake right now...you probably would've done something about those damn two inches were your faces were apart. Specifically your lips. STOP STICKING CERTAIN EVERYWHERE, WE KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.  I am rather ashamed to admit this, but yes, yes I would.  "Stop trying to seduce her for when she wakes up, tea-sucker." France taunted at England. England backed away from your sleeping face as France mumbled a "Black sheep of Europe..." under his breath. ... Wow, France, way to be a douche.  "Whoever she falls in love with, gets her. That's that. So I decided to make her love me now." He said as he smirked. Oh if you were awake you would've...done something fangirl! Maybe even nosebleed like an Otaku! But you have never really nosebleeded ever before...hehe. So it was just a figure of fangirl speech. No, this I wouldn't have done... "While you two release sexual tension...I, the hero, shall wake up sleeping beauty!" America said as he approached you. Everyone in the room watched to see what America would do to you. He slowly extended a finger and poked you in the side. You shot up and clutched your side. Use the line from the anime; how original. Also, America would be rescuing England right now  AND THEY WOULD BE RIDING OFF INTO THE SUNSET ON A MAGICAL UNICORN. USUK FOR THE WIN. 

No, but to be serious, I'd even take AmeriPan over America x Jessica... ( No offence to anyone that likes AmeriPan. :P )  "Sensitive!" You almost yelled if it weren't for America covering your mouth with his hand. It took you a few seconds to register who was in your room. You took three deeps breaths behind America's hand and you tried to get up. You stood up but, your knees wobbled under you. As you started to fall, America caught you and placed you on your bed. You took two more deep breaths before you whispered to yourself, closing your eyes. America, get your hand off her mouth; she might have a disease or some shit.  "The Axis Powers and Allied Forced are in my room. What do I do? Go fangirl? Or try to act normal? Well, talking to myself just ruined both of those choices." You opened you eyes and said,"What a beautiful dream. I have to be dreaming right? No way this is happening to me. Why me of all people?" You started to rambled and hyperventilate. You grabbed a pillow and breathed heavily into it. You then threw the pillow at Romano just to see if it was real. Maybe run and scream for help because there's a BUNCH OF RANDOM ASS MEN IN YOUR HOUSE. Besides, I'm thinking, would they really be so recognizable? I mean, surely they don't walk around looking... animated? And they wouldn't walk around in their uniforms, would they? The pillow hit him in the head. He casually watched it fall to the ground. ... Nice reflexes, Romano.  "What the hell was that for, ragazza?" He asked you in his Italian accent. Romano had an Italian accent?! No!  "Oh my god!" You yelled/whispered to yourself. He talked to you! Make up your mind; you can't have both.  "This isn't real." You said as you finally stood up. Your legs stood straight under yo as you shifted your balance to your right foot. Why is this so descriptive? "I may be breaking the oath but, I just want to show her that this is real." France said as he walked up to you. He placed a hand under your chin. Was he going to...kiss you? ... There are better ways of doing that...  "Get off of her you bloody wanker!" England said while he shoved France off. You started panting heavily again. You almost kissed France! Ah! Oh England... I'm so sorry...  "Let's just go now, alright? So she can fangirl over my awesomeness later, kesese." Prussia smirked. Did he just say that with all of his awesomeness? Yes, he did. Prussia... I'm so sorry... Also, don't give her ideas.  "America can carry me." That was the last thing you said before you fainted. Why America? "China, take her luggage." America instructed as he picked you up bridal style in his strong arms. You wouldn't know that they were strong because  YOU WERE PASSED OUT, YOU DIPSHIT.  "Let's move out now." Germany said as he jumped out of your window and into the tree.

And America is going to do this while carrying you... how? 

I just, uh, ah... I really, honestly want no part of this stupidity anymore. But I started it and I shall finish it, even if it kills me. 

I've been trying to ignore the existence of this work of fiction for the longest of time, but... the time has come. Welcome to Kidnapped by sexy men; the mandatory fanfiction to review for every fanfiction blog. 

You sighed as you laid down on your [F/C] bed. You looked up at the ceiling and sighed. You were now officially grounded and you weren't allowed to touch any technology except for your phone. Your parents would kill you if they caught you using your phone for YouTube; especially anything that a fangirl could use. The first god damn paragraph and I'm on the verge of tears, but also laughing hysterically.  The reason why you were grounded was because your parents were sick of you talking about your most favorite anime in the world, Hetalia. And it just wasn't the anime itself that you loved, it was the HOT SEXY MEN in it. Also the fact that it made History just a bit more fun to learn when you actually imagine all of the countries as their personified self. All in all, Hetalia was a fun thing to fandom for. But, the deep reason why you were grounded from Hetalia for life was because everything people told you, you made a reference to Hetalia. Even when your weren't being talk to, you were probably fangasming or talking to yourself about Hetalia. Your were obsessed, but not so obsessed that you said "desu" after the end of each sentence like a troll or weeaboo. It wasn't like you masturbated to the characters like some young and very horny fangirls on the internet did. Your weren't so desperate that you would penetrate yourself. Besides, Hetalia was a dream come true for you. ... You sound like a horny twelve year old weaboo.  In fact even though you seemed completely seem obsessed, you weren't. You barely found it three months ago and were attached to it. It wasn't an obsession, it was a lifestyle. You were a proud Hetalian, but not a Hetaboo. Or at least you tried not to be one of those... Well you failed.  Besides, if you met a character, you would get to know them better. You wouldn't act crazy and try to rape them, or so you thought to yourself. You actually didn't know what you would do if you met one. Having actually read 20+ chapters of this I can safely say that yes, yes you would go crazy and try to rape them.  You sighed as you plugged in you headphones to your iPod, which was filled with Hetalia songs. You hid your headphone with your [H/C] hair then shoved your iPod under your pillow. No one would ever know, you just needed to refrain from singing along. If that was possible when it was Marukaite Chikyuu that you were listening to. Calm down, Moonie, calm down... It'll be okay... It'll be all okay...  "Ahhh! Hifoko de de~ Miesubata shi sekai~ Naga gutsu na kanpai da, Hetal-" But you were cut off by your very unfluent Japanese singing (that needed quite a bit of work if you said so yourself; let's face it, you were horrible at speaking Japanese) by your mother in the doorway, arms crossed as her eyes shot a hard, cold glare straight at you. I can imagine you were, and probably a horrible singer,too, judging by your mother's reaction.  "Put it away." She sternly said. You turned off your iPod and placed it in your nightstand drawer. Yeah! No listening to weaboo music! You said it, mum! ( I'm actually guilty of having Hetalia character songs on my phone, but only Einsamkeit and White Flame and the England ones, because, let's face it, his voice is to die for. )  "One more time, and I'll take it away." She said. Your mother sighed as she closed your door. She just wanted her old, Un-Hetalia-brainwashed daughter back. Or at least for you to just tone it down. I don't know, maybe my parents are just assholes, but they don't give two craps about what I do. I could be having sex with five different girls right now and they wouldn't give a shit. But yeah; maybe they're just assholes.  ... Well at least it isn't a "timeskip brought to us by ze awezome Prussia".  "Son of a bitch." Your good friend [F/N] said as her skittle fell of the floor. She bent down to pick it up under the lunch table. She picked it up and was about to come up to throw it away when you yelled. Oh no.  "OH MY GOD! LIKE THAT ONE TIME WHEN THE G8 WAS STRANDED ON AN ISLAND AND FRANCE SAID 'SON OF A BITCH'! You yelled. [F/N] hit her head on the table because your shouting startled her. She came back up and she threw her skittle at your face in annoyance. Yeah, good going [F/N]! Can you strangle her, maybe? So I wouldn't have to sit trough 40 + chapters of this.  "Will you shut the hell up with that Hetalia crap?!" She yelled at you. You dodged the skittle and faced her as she yelled at you. Yeah, Jessica, shut the fuck up about Hetalia; nobody cares.  "AWW! You remembered the name of it!" The fact that she remembered the name of Hetalia was the only thing that you heard, but really...you were slightly upset that all of your friends were "normal" and despised anime. ... Maybe they just despise it because of you.  The lunch bell rung and the two of you stood up. [F/N] held her head in pain from bumping it on the table because of a certain Hetalia fangirl. You could at least, I don't know, apologize? "Oh no. It's history." She said as you two walked to your lockers and pulled out said History textbook. ... Yeah, we all know where this is going to go.  History was your favorite subject because of Hetalia. You got a straight A+ in it. Well...not an EXACT "A+" but you did have an A- in History; pretty close still. And Hetalia did help you a lot but you still read in the textbook due to Hetalia not teaching EVERYTHING. It teaches hardly anything important.  You tried to show the class Hetalia with succession. But the principal banned it from being  "racist". More like it was just the stereotypes... You still made references to it though. And it was showtime. I've always said that Hetalia was the South Park of anime. It is pretty fucking offensive. And WW2 /is/ a pretty touchy subject. I personally would think that my teachers would flip their shit because of how the Soviet union is portrayed.  ... "Alright now, class, today we will start to learn about..." Your history teacher, [T/N], paused for this would be the worst lessons ever. She knew you would have comments related to your favorite anime, Hetalia. The Revolutionary War was hell since you cried and kept muttering about 'America's shit cleaning' and how unfair it was. The Roman Empire was hell too with you singing songs that you said the one and only Roman Empire wrote. Then WWI where you kept talking about a 'tomato fairy which was really Italy in a crate.' She knew Hetalia had personified countries but it still annoyed her on how you talked about it. It would annoy anyone. Do people really cry when the topic of the revolutionary war comes up? Like, yeah, I'm aboard the UsUk ship, but...?? Sure, you actually did pay attention most of the time and your fangirling was kept to a quiet minimum...but still. Even the minimum can be horrifying...  "WWII." Your teacher finished her sentence. The class sighed. They knew what was coming next from you. I sighed, too.  "[T/N], can I share all of my knowledge on the white board?" She nodded as she placed and Expo marker in your hands as you approached her. Your teacher sighed as she sat down in the extra chair. But, she still wanted to know what you already knew about WWII. But but but... Why would you do such a horrible thing, teacher?! "Alright class!" You started. "Who can tell me what WWII was about?" You looked around to see the class clown raising his hand. ... Why are you acting like you're the motherfucking teacher?  "Yes?" You acknowledged him to say what he knew. "The Nazi's taking over the world." He said. The class then erupted in a laughter. This made you giggle as well, but you were still slightly upset Why were you upset?  So, you waited until everyone was silent. "It is about the Axis Powers which were mainly Germany, Prussia, Italy, Romano,and Japan against the Allied Forces which were mainly America, Canada, England, France, Russia, and China." You said as you wrote what you said on the board. You even made crappy fan art on what each and every country looked like with the many different colors of Expo markers that they were. "There are other countries that are apart of WWII, but I can't name them all. What I can name is Iraq, Thailand, Poland, Greece, Hungary, Austria, and Philippines." Not Russia, you dipshit, the... Soviet Union... *cringe* Well since I don't know much, I won't comment too much. Also why do you bother drawing the countries? You turned to the class to see them look bored. Of course, History was boring to them apparently.  If you're explaining it, yes.  "Any questions?" You asked them as you sat on the teacher's desk. You looked around the class to see none. "Alright then, which country do you want to learn about first?" ... Stop acting like the teacher.  The class clown then spoke up again,"The Nazis!" Yeah! The Nazis are cool! You walked up to the clown's desk and spoke to him. "Well that would mostly be Germany, although most of the Axis wanted to dispose of the Jewish." You explained. And they gays and the people of colour. But that's none of my business.  The class looked practically asleep. You teacher, although, was happy to know that you actually did know some things. ... Why is she letting you teach.  The bell then rung, dubbing the short class over. Tank fuck.  Everyone rushed out of the class as you faced the teacher. "Thanks for letting me teach today, [T/N]." You said before you left class as well. Fuck the teacher, she shouldn't let you teach! This was just a regular History class for you.

Well fuck, we didn't even get past history class in this one long ass chapter... Help me, lord. 

Today was the day that you moved. The day where you could finally stop working at the Maid Cafe. Of course you would have people who missed you but, you needed to make a living in this world of crap. (OHSHC reference!) Maid Cafe is a stupid, stupid name, author, how unoriginal of you! Also I don't know what OHSHC is so... STICK YOUR AUTHORS NOTES UP YOUR ARSE, AUTHOR. You really hated your clients at the maid cafe who stalked you practically so this was a very good opportunity to get away from them. Forever hopefully. But of course. You're too kawaii-desu not to be stalked.  "Remember that you are always welcomed here, [Y/N]." Your boss told you as she tried not to cry in front of you. Wow...even your co-workers were sad for you to go. But...you only slightly cared. You're a rather heartless kawaii-desu...  "Goodbye." |~|~|~| *sigh*  They literally just gave you an address to go to. As soon as you got there the house...er WHITE MANSION was empty. The door was open though. You walked inside and found a note saying where your room was. You decided to settle into your new place and kick back for a little while until the "Masters" came home. She's not going to get lost in this one? Thank fuck.  Oh what a bad idea that was. Heh? |~|~|~| *sigh*  As soon as you felt comfortable in your new room you decided to snoop around the house. You were curious as to what you would find in a house where four sexy UK men lived. You nosy bitch. It's none of your business.  You first snooped into a room that VERY MUCH seemed like it belonged to the Scottish man. Blue plaid wallpaper and plenty of things from Scotland in it. Bagpipes. A kilt. And a Loch Ness monster in his bathtub. How did he fit it in his bathtub...? Wait...what?! Exactly.  You looked back into the tub to make sure what you were seeing was true. And there it was. A small green little Loch Ness monster. Nessy was supposed to be big. "Bullshit..." You said as you reached out to touch it, just to make sure it was real. It tried to snap at you with it's toothless gums. WHAT IF IT WOULD HAVE BITTEN YOUR HAND OFF OR SOMETHING? "AHHHH!" You screamed as you finally noticed it was real. "Th-th-th-th-the..." You stuttered. Yes, dear. The Loch Ness Monster. Nessy to friends.  "Th' Lock Nes' Monsteh." You looked behind you to see the Scottish one leaning on the door frame of his bathroom. Allistor was it? Yeah, that was his name. If it weren't for the monster that was gnawing at your maid dress then you would have squealed at his sexy accent. Maybe you should be worried that he, oh I don't know, will punish you for sneaking around his room? "It's really real?" You asked as you slowly made it stop chewing your dress. "Why do you have this in your bathtub, master?" You remembered to add the master at the end. Allistor chuckled. None of your business.  "No need 'a b' callin m' that now, lassie. Allistor is jus' fin'." He smirked at you as you blushed from the accent. "An it is real, laddie." He chuckled at you. Laddie? So Jessica is a man now?  "Why do you have it in the first place?!" You asked, raising your voice slightly. Again; none of your business.  "Well ye se', lassie." He paused for a moment. "I'm a countrie."

Hey guys! Like I promised, we're starting a new series now! I did contemplate on doing Maiding for sexy men, but I don't think my heart can handle that just yet, so we're going to do "Tutoring with Germany *smut*". Well... let's dive right in! 

" why the hell did I take this class?" The young woman's voice resounded in the empty hallway. We start off without capitalizing the first letter of the fic. Promising.    Silver was making her way slowly to her language class, headphones blasting away. What on earth was she thinking taking German?! Professor Vilt was too old to be teaching, her hunched figure falling asleep at her desk all the time. I feel like a professor like that should be fired... Or someone should at least file a complaint.      Reaching the dreaded classroom door she shoved it open and made her way to the desk at the front of the class. Slipping her black and red Ecko jacket off, she revealed the purple tank top underneath. Did we need to know this? No. Also... Mary Sue warning one.        A cough of embarrassment that sounded in the classroom was lost her as her favorite song started to play. Huh? "Put me on the table; make me say your name.      If I can't remember then give me all your pain." Alrighty! We're off to a great start with this OC. Silver, was it? Yep, a name like that could only mean... Mary Sue warning two.      Singing to the song in the most seductive voice she could muster, silver continued, her eyes closed and a smile on her face. Oh no... A seductive 12 year old!  "I can sit and listen or I can make you scream.   Kiss it and make it better, just put your trust in me." Nodding her head in time to the music, she wondered where Miss Vilt could be. Opening her eyes she came face to face with a blonde haired, blue eyed hunk. You're really rude to listen to music in class.  "Aack!" Couldn't you just written something like; "She sounded a short yell of surprise."? Falling out of her chair she landed splayed on her backside. Looking up again, she focused on the man in front of her, wide shoulders and toned arms. Glancing at his face she saw he was redder than a hot coal. Uh, this is actually pretty in character... Kudos.  "I apologize. Vat is your name?" Please no... Not the stupid accents... NOOOOOOOO His voice was low like velvet and she felt butterflies in her stomach.  Low like velvet? I'm not too sure on what velvet sounds like... "I'm silver. Silver Wulf." Convenient German nickname.    Nodding the tall man bent over and in one fluid motion pulled her up. Too surprised to catch herself, silver rammed into the gorgeous man sending him backwards into the desk. Landing between his legs silver heard him grunt. Silver should be capitalized if it's a name... *sigh*  Convenient landing.    "I-I'm so sorry"     Leaping back, her Face felt as though it was burning. Turning she ran with all of her might as his voice followed her down the hall. Random capitalization of "face". Also why do you just run from your class like that? "Vait! Silver please Vait!" Germany! Germany, please stop with the stupid accent! His footsteps thundered behind her as he gained ground on her, to her utter mortification she felt her bra coming undone. Ack! Lousy bra clamp! As if in slow motion she felt the bra slip and fall from under her shirt. And why is he running after her? Convenient bra falling off, leading to the "*smut*" we've been hearing about.        The footsteps behind her suddenly stopped, but she didn't, embarrassment goading her to run faster.

At least pick your bra up! Poor Ludwig is probably going to have so many ideas put into his head as he picks up that bra and sniffs it... Ew. 

Firstly, I must apologize for the lack of a post yesterday. I will make up for it today, by reviewing this and another story! ( still not decided which, yet. Probably Maiding for sexy men. ) But I must say this; if you find a fanfiction that you want to have reviewed ( Doesn't have to be Hetalia ) then submit it right over! If you want some actual reviewing, rather than me shrieking mindlessly, state so, but if you do actually want to hear me shriek mindlessly then, with pleasure. XD But now, enough rambling, onto this horrible thing we go! 

"Why do you stay in your room all day?" Sweden asked you.  "Because this house is too big for me to navigate myself!" You slightly raised your voice. You really were annoyed with not being able to find your way in the house. Seriously...why does Denmark have to have such a bullshit damn huge mansion?! SEVEN GOD DAMN CHAPTERS AND WITHOUT FAIL YOU STILL MENTION HOW FUCKING BIG THIS HOUSE IS. /WE KNOW!/  Also they should draw you a map or some shit. 

"You can always just call for one of us." Sweden suggested. You sighed. That...was a good idea. ... You never thought of that before? You're dumb.  "Okay. I will then Mr.IK-" You stopped yourself from finishing the sentence. "I mean Sve." You decided to go with that nick-name. It fit him better and most of the Nordics all called him that. Maybe you should too. Oh wow, she learned some motherfucking respect.  "Very well then." And with that Sweden left. Yeah, Sweden! You go you walking entity of sass!  NOW you were stuck in the hallways again. What to do now? You thought for a moment. You were always talking to The Nordic 5...how about to tried hanging out with The Baltic Trio now. Just for a bit. You were /just/ in your room.  But which one to visit? You never talked to Estonia so far...maybe you should now. You decided to call for him. No... NO NO NO NO NO NO! LEAVE MY NATION ALONE!  "Estonia!" You yelled. No answer. Go figure. He's smarter than to answer you.  "It's open." You looked to your side to see that the room your were in front of...belonged to Estonia himself. Convenient as fuck.  "Oh..." You mumbled. No how ironic was this? You walked in to see Estonia doing what he did best...educational stuff. It seemed like he was doing calculus. He had a few books open on his desk and you could already feel yourself falling asleep.  That's not how you use "ironic", darling.  Well, at least we pride ourselves with being one of the smartest nations in the world. What have you against it, Jessica?  You always hated math. You always loved history thanks to Hetalia. If you only love History because of Hetalia then you're not allowed to love History.  Now did you dare ask it? "Watcha doing?" Yes you did dare to ask. ... Of course.  "Figuring out the full number for pi. It seems that you can solve it with calculus and the periodic table." He said matter-of-factly. She knows what pi is??? Well, they do teach it in school... But Estonia! Proud of you, little buddy, you go figure that number out! But eh... if pi consists of every number combination in the world... Estonia, I don't think you're going to do it, love.  "But the periodic table is Science...right? Why are you combining Science and Math?!" You questioned him. You barely understood what you were saying yourself. Maybe he is having fun. Leave him alone.  "It seems that pi IS Science and Math." You sweatdropped. Like you cared at all. The hell with Math and Science. You wanted to be a History teacher! Don't sweatdrop, that's the single most stupid thing you could- oh we have gone over this already. Sorry.  To hell with Math and Science* Darling, you're hardly ever going to be a History teacher if you can barely speak English.  "That's...fascinating..." You lied. "Well, I'll be going now." And with that said you escaped from hell. Hell. Only because you're a dumbass.  Never would you bother Estonia during such times. Ever. Again.

And on such a note we end Running away with sexy men! Now, I don't know if this will going to be continued, since the author said that she will look back at her old works and see if she will continue them. Let's hope, for my sake, that this will remain at 8 chapters. Also fuck you for spoiling Estonia... I'll have you know that Estonia prides itself with its nature and /historical/ value. You know, historical, as in History.