Kidnapped By Sexy Men Chapter 13 HetaliaxReader

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?

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), 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.

You mentally smacked yourself. Seriously, Jessica? 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.

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. (I am planning on making an original story soon, I will soon make a FictionPress.) 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 Jessica. Japan literally wrote manga with you in it. And it was hentai. (Google it.) 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. Romano smirked...he could criticize the people at the restaurant and make plenty of moves on you there.

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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. 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.) You hated lipstick and lip gloss because either way it would come off or you would literally suck it off your lips from irritation. As took off your earrings to put a different pair on, the door knocked.

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.

'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?)

"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?

"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.

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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.

"Can you hear them talk?" America whispered to Prussia behind his binoculars. (Yes...America is that kind of stalker.)

"Nope. Romano keeps talking to Jessica 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 Jessica, 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."

Prussia literally gagged at America's 'reading.'

"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. And boy, were they stupid.

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

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"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 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 Jessica." 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 opend 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.

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'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.

As you literally squealed yourself to sleep, Canada who had seen the two of your silently cried in his room.