Pairings & Warnings: Main CanadaXUkraine, but also CanadaXOthers. This may have heterosexual and/or homosexual relationships as the story goes on.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
I.
He could not believe he was actually doing this. Was he THAT desperate? Well, believing in some stupid notes written in the stupid notebook he found sounded pretty lame, uh? But it promised...Things. Things he really needed right now and with the entire world ignoring him it was a very difficult task for him to accomplish alone.
Was it so hard for the others, too? He didn't think so. Alfred was a walking bunch of hormones and he made himself notice wherever he went. Francis...Oh well, it was Francis! The freaking country of freaking love! And lust, that is worth mentioning though he said otherwise. Arthur? He didn't even tried, and still had his own stuff from time to time, but he didn't understand how somebody so...Unstylish? Managed to be noticed and he just couldn't. Let's not talk about Ismael, Cuba had that Latin American charm thing, it was easy for him.
And then, there was him. Matthew Williams. Canada, in case you've forgotten.
He, on the other side, was a zero to the left. Girls didn't even talk to him, not even when asking the hour while all the rest had their weekly dose of, you know, get laid and stuff.
But not Matthew. No! Even with his 'half French side' or Francis's advises, he couldn't get any closer to any girl - or boy - without getting a "who are you?" by an answer and the ones who talk them back, they all forget him in a blink of an eye.
He even tried to be a little bit aggressive, but it backfired. He had his cheek burning for a week after asking Natalia to go out. Well, It wasn't a good move after all, she is a hard one, but she was so beautiful! He had to try. And also tried with her sister Katyusha, but when he asked, only received a "sorry" look and she walked away.
So three days ago he found this notebook lying on the grass in front of the hotel when the meeting room was held, London, he picked it up looking for his owner, but he didn't have any luck so he kept it. He was going to leave it on the "lost and found" stuff when he realized the title, and curious, he looked inside.
"1. The human who is written on this note shall have sex".
And he thought it was the lamest thing he read, and it was so conveniently coincident, that he laughed at the idea. But also, he felt something strange coming from the cover, a tiny and superficial glow that made him think for a brief moment, that he had hope, and this was, maybe, not a coincidence. Maybe, his prayers had been listened. Maybe it was a magical book like one of Arthur's and though he did not believe in magic, it could work. Just imagineā¦
Ok, he was THAT desperate. If nothing happened, he could feel dumb and that would be it. But, what if it does work? He had nothing to lose anyway, if nothing happened he'd just keep it to himself how fool and naive he was and he will move on in his boring life trying a different method. He had all the time in the world after all, the immortal curse of being a country.
So he opened the notebook. It was a red, 7 inches notebook with a title in gothic black words saying "Sex Note" and a list of rules on the first page. He already had read them, but now he did it closely. First line, bigger than the others, said:
"1. The human who is written in this note shall have sex".
Now you believe me when I told earlier this was stupid. He kept reading.
"2. If only one name is written, said human with that name shall have sex with the owner of this note. There can be more than one name. If the owner wants two different people excluding him, her, it, has to write the names with an 'x' between them, otherwise, as much names are written shall have sex with the owner at the same time"
"3. Owner of this note shall be the person who has it. If another human touches this note, the property will be transferred to that human and the previous owner will not remember anything about this note"
"4. If the details of sex are not specified, the name who is written shall have sex with the owner on high night hours and it will be a missionary penetration. Situation is random. "
5. "The human whose name is written in this note shall not remember anything the following day of its execution"
6. "Sex induced by this notebook shall not give an offspring, no exceptions."
7. "There are no distinctions of genre or species"
8. "In case of wanting details, such must be written in the following six minutes and forty seconds after the last name is written."
9. "The same name shall only appear once per page. If the name appears twice on the same page, owner of said name shall never be affected by this again"
10. "The red note is full of red magic and it can consume its owner and drag him/her/it to addiction. Use it responsibly".
He looked at all those rules and frowned at the last one. What the hell was red magic? So maybe this was a magic book after all? Should he ask Arthur about it? Yeah, definitely. But, if the rules written were true, then he was the owner now and if Arthur touched it, the notebook was no longer his own but Arthur's, he surely will snatch it away from him, and he will never find out if it worked, but he had already decided to discover it for himself so he started to think about a name.
He thought of the name of the one who rejected him not too long ago, the one asking to him "who are you? " just seconds after he asked her out. So he grabbed a pen and wrote slowly on the paper, almost caressing every letter. He felt shivers on his spine, as if someone was watching him. He turned back and saw no one. He turned his head to the note, waiting.
Wait a minute.. None of the rules said how much time should pass before this had effect, right? Ah, he remembered, one of the rules said, 'at night hours', so he had to wait at night, but how long? He was thinking about this' when his cell phone alarm rang alerting him that it was time to go to another meeting.
He stared for a moment at the paper and with a sigh of deception, but also a bit, just a bit of hope, he closed the notebook and took it with him to the meeting. He could keep waiting when he got back, but he could not stop thinking of the name he'd just write:
Katyusha Braginskaya.
