I know there's lots of these but here you go; insane and kickass Canada. Human names used. Based on a nightmare I had a while back. Also; I appear as Canada's boyfriend (yay!)

Disclaimer: don't own Hetalia (wish I did)

"You fucking piece of shit!" A kick to the side. "You're disgusting!" A kick to the face. I spat out broken teeth and blood; groaning. "You're such a fucking whore!" The knife ripped through my ass and i screamed; the kind you only make when you know you're about to die...

"Wake up!" came the voice by my head. I was gripping the sheets tightly; eyes wide open and gazing into those violet orbs. "Ma-Matthew..." I breathed; terrified. "Eric; you're pale...and you were screaming..." He sat on the bed by me; watching me tremble. I closed my eyes; hearing the words again. "You're such a fucking whore..."

"What was it about?" Matthew asked; watching me squirm out of bed. "No-nothing...something...from a long time ago..." I grumbled; sighing. I knew that would make him worry more. Matthew kissed my cheek and pulled me close; rocking me. "Don't worry...you don't have to do that ever again..."

Matthew and I had met several years ago; when he walked into the wrong hotel room. I was nothing more than a lowly man-whore and was busy with a client when he entered. It terrified me; knowing someone had walked in on me yet the client never saw him; never noticed him. And the next thing I knew he was holding me; caressing me; the client's dead body only centimeters away. "Don't worry...I'll protect you...they'll never see me coming..." he had said; his voice angelic and yet somehow haunting. And I found myself in love with an invisible murderer; a protector. MY protector.

He led me out of bed and to the closet; helping me dress. I smiled as he did; his eyes shining behind his glasses. He helped me downstairs and I sat at the kitchen table; watching him make pancakes. The last time I had ever 'whored' myself out; a man had smashed me through a glass table; severely damaging my already injured legs and spine. Matthew managed to somehow nurse me back to near full health (two years later) but I still need help up and down stairs occasionally. He put a plate stacked with pancakes in front of me and left butter and maple syrup on the table.

"Now; I'll be home a little later than normal," he said; grabbing his coat. "Ivan wants me to go find a new target." (Did I mention Mattie was an assassin? Yes; he's a trained assassin) I nodded and he gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. "Remember; if you ever need to contact me, you know where the hidden communicator is. Press the button and I can hear see and hear everything." He tapped his glass then kissed me one more time. "See you later, baby; I love you." And with those words he left the house; locking it behind him.

I ate my giant stack of pancakes and did the dishes for him; whistling as I tidied. Since Matthew found me I've been more vibrant and alive. I felt like I had something to live for. And apparently so does he. I sighed and relaxed into the couch; it was already mid-afternoon and the house was clean from top to bottom. I had found all his hidden weapons and checked to make sure they worked properly (he taught me to do so) and decided it would be a good time to catch up on beading. I picked up my bracelet and added to it. It was half done; his name beaded on a blood red background which I tried to make look like the Canadian flag. I had only beaded the WILLI of WILLIAMS on the bracelet when I heard someone silently moving in the house. I set it all down and reached for the knife I had strapped to my ankle.

I kept silent; crouching the way he taught me. I listened to the silent footfalls the way he taught me and knew they weren't far; they were in the kitchen. I heard a chuckle and relaxed; it was Matthew. He walked into the living room and saw me crouching; a grin on his face. "I knew you were paying attention to those lessons. And you said you weren't learning..." "Oh hush!" I laughed; his arms wrapping around me protectively and he kissed me passionately. I smiled and rested my head under his chin.

"Oh? Is that what you've been working on?" he said suddenly. I stood up; backing from him; completely embarrassed and covered the bracelet. "It was supposed to be a secret! You said you'd be home late so I was working on it. I was going to give it to you when I finished as a thank you present and-" He pressed his fingers to my lips and shushed me. His violet eyes staring into mine. I relaxed and uncovered it.

"Eric...remember when I said Ivan wanted me to kill someone, so I was going to be home late?" "Yeah?" I was beading again; with him sitting beside me watching me. "Well...I didn't know that he wanted me to kill you."

I immediately panicked. Nonononono not me; why me; what did I do...!? "Don't worry...I shot him in the head instead and left. I can't kill you...I love you." And with those words he pulled me to him for another deep kiss. I pushed away; frowning. "But...but why! Did he say why! Why would he want me dead!?" "Because the people you were with before me want you alive. So he thought that killing you would be the best solution. But I got you...I'll protect you...no one can touch my baby..." And with those words I melted into his arms; kissing him as I clung to him.