Finally, chapter two! I struggled through some writer's block in this one, so I hope it's not too horrible. (And sorry for venting, ShirahimeSenpai, I was very frustrated.) Thank you to those of you reading this, and sorry it took a while... I started it, and then realized I had written two pages going in the wrong direction. So, I had to erase it and start over. (Yes, erase, as in, I'm writing this in pencil first, and then typing it up. Call me old fashioned, but I can't think if I'm staring at a blank computer screen. The flashing cursor taunts me.) And a big thank you to those of you have reviewed, you guys have no idea how much I appreciate them. Even when someone merely favorites, I get a huge, idiotic grin on my face ^^ and the longer the review, the bigger the smile. You guys make my day :D

And if you didn't notice, there's a new genre being added with this chapter: romance! And I will try to update the summary with each chapter too :)

WARNING: OOCness (mainly since I couldn't think...), mention of cutting, swearing, and third third person yaoi (you'll see what I mean)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia. You don't want to know what my warped mind would do if I did.

*This chapter contains material that may be unsuitable for some audiences. Reader discretion is advised.*

Chapter II: Don't Push Play

Canada sighed as he changed his bandages a few days later. Romania had been texting and calling him almost non-stop. The night before, he had fallen asleep while they were talking, and hadn't heard from him since. He was sure that that had somehow made Romania not want to talk to him anymore. He thought about calling, but couldn't bring himself to. What if he was just busy? Or what if he was mad?

A knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts. It was probably America, wanting to watch some horror movie with him. He opened the door slowly.

Romania was standing on his front step, smiling. "Alo!"

"What are you doing here?" he asked as he let his friend in. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, I'm just wondering," he added quickly.

Romania sat on the couch. "You fell asleep on the phone last night, so I wanted to make sure you were okay."

Canada sat at the other end, "Well, I'm fine. You could have just called, instead of flying all the way here."

"I could have...but..." Romania trailed off.

"Quoi?"

Suddenly, there was a hand on Canada's forehead. "You don't look too good... You feel a little cold, too. Is something wrong?"

"I... I just haven't been sleeping well..." he lied. He had been sleeping more, actually.

"Are you having nightmares?" the other man asked him concernedly.

Canada didn't know how to answer. "No. Well... sort of, I guess... It's just... memories that I'd rather forget."

Romania tentatively put a hand on his friend's shoulder, "You should tell someone. It's not good to bottle things up..."

He laughed bitterly, "I wouldn't know who to tell... I can't tell my family. And, no offence, but I just don't think we've known eavh other long enough for me to tell you something like this..."

The front door slamming open interrupted whatever Romania was going to say. "Dude, I have amazing news!" America yelled.

Canada sighed. When was he ever goig to learn to knock? "What...?"

Then America noticed Romania sitting next to his brother on the couch. "Hey, who's he?"

"Romania. I told you about him yesterday."

"No, you didn't!" he exclaimed, completely forgetting that he had even talked to Canada the previous day. "Anyway," he turned to Romania with a suspicious look, "isn't Romania where vampires are from?"

Romania rolled his eyes, "Here we go again..."

As he spoke, America caught a glimpse of a fang in Romania's mouth and jumped back, making a strange noise. "Bro, get away from him! He's a vampire!"

Canada didn't move. "Just because he has red eyes and fangs doesn't necessarily mean-"

He ignored his brother and yelled at Romania, "Get out!"

Romania scowled. "Tâmpit. You can't kick people out of a house that isn't yours."

"I don't care! I'm not letting you bite my brother, you fucking vampire!" Amercia looked like he was about to punch him.

"Stop fighting!" Canada interjected as loud as he could, the other two turning to stare at him. He continued, quieter now that he had their attention, "That's enough... America, if you can't get along with him, please leave..."

"But-"

Romania interrupted him, "I've talked to him more in the past few days than you probably have in a month. He's told me how you ignore him most of the time, so why are you worrying now?"

"Because he's my brother," America huffed, and sat in a big armchair. "I don't mean to ignore him... He's just so quiet, I just kinda... forget he's there..."

Seeing that they were at least being civil to eacch other, Canada announced he was going to make some pancakes and left the room.

As soon as they were alone, Romania walked over to the chair America was seated in and commented quietly, "You weren't wrong... I am a vampire. But I only bite someone if they give me permission, so you don't have to worry about me hurting him."

"If you do-"

"I won't. I know you probably don't pay attention enough to see it... but he's really fragile," he looked in the direction of the kitchen.

"Fragile? Have you seen him play hockey?!" America laughed a little.

Romania sighed, "I mean emotionally..."

"Oh... But he's never said anything about it..."

"Are you sure about that?"

"I..." America started.

"They're ready!" Canada called in to them.

America jumped up, grinning, and quickly went into the kitchen, Romania following behind, sniffing the air interestedly.

Once they were seated and each had heir portion, Canada grabbed the maple syrup and drowned his pancakes.

America laughed and took a large bite. "I swear, you're addicted to that stuff, dude," he said with his mouth full.

"I am not. So, what was your news, eh?" he forked a syrup laden bite into his mouth and awaited an answer.

"Oh yeah! I'm dating Russia!"

Canada choked and coughed in shock.

Romania's eyes widened and he looked a little frightened, "Ce?!" He noticed Canada's predicament and thumped his friend's back until he could speak.

"Q-quoi?! Is that a joke...?"

America looked offended, "Of course not! The hero wouldn't joke about that."

"Great... my friend's brother's boyfriend wants to kill me..." Romania commented.

"Why, what did you do?" America asked, immediately assuming that whatever it was, was Romania's fault.

"Nothing. Ukraine's afraid of me for some reason, and he thinks I did something."

Before they started arguing again, Canada tried to intervene, "Um... Amerique..."

America seemed not to have heard him, and answered Romania, "Well, what did you do to her, to-"

Romania smacked him, "Shut up, Canada was saying something."

"...Merci," Canada thanked him and continued what he was trying to say, "Amerique... why would you date Russia...?"

America only shrugged.

"Just... be careful..."

"I'll be fine! I was bored, and we hung out. We made oout a little, he asked me to become one with him, and I said 'maybe next time,' and that was it."

"Like I said, be careful... he's... kinda rough..."

Romania had just taken a bite of his pancakes, and almost choked. "Y-you had sex with Russia?!"

"Well, I... uh..." Canada could feel himself start to blush.

America stared at his brother for a moment, "Wait, what? Dude, when did that happen?"

He sighed. "I didn't expect you to remember. ...I was dating him for a while. I'm sure he's forgotten, anyway, so it doesn't really matter..."

America laughed, "He forgot? You must be bad in bed then!"

Canada blushed more and bit back his retort.

Romania was about to say something, when America's phone rang and he answered it immediately.

"Hey! I was just talking about you! ...What? It's that late, already? ...Okay! I'll be right over!" He put the phone back in his pocket and got up. "Gotta go, guys! Bye!" he called on his way out, shutting the door qute a bit too loudly.

After a few seconds, Canada broke the silence. "He'll be limping tomorrow..."

Romania laughed a little and looked at the clock. "...Can I stay here tonight?"

"It got pretty late all of a sudden... Sure, I don't mind." He stood, and it must have been too quickly, because he immediately got very light headed and dizzy, and he couldn't see or hear very well. He sat down on the floor, staring at nothing and wondering what the hell happened.

"Canada?!" Roamnia jumped out of his chair and crouched next to him. "Are you okay?!"

"O-oui..." he answered, his ears were ringing and he could barely hear himself. "I just... got really d-dizzy..." and the next thing he knew, Romania had picked him up.

"Where's your room?"

"D-down the hall, l-last door on the r-right..."

Romania carried Canada in and laid him on his bed.

Canada was feeling better now, but still weak, "Merci, Roumanie..."

Romania smiled, "Don't thank me, just get better."

"I'll try..." he mumbled, and fell asleep.

That night, he dreamt someone was watching him, but it was somehow comforting. It was the first time in the past few nights that he hadn't woken up in the middle of the night, feeling pathetic and useless util slipping back into a fitful slumber. No, this night, he slept peacefully, without a single thing disturbing his rest.

The next few months passed by with Canada feeling better than he had in quite a while, though he was still cutting when the memories and feelings of being pathetic and useless overwhelmed him. Romania would visit him for a day or two at a time, usually without saying anything beforehand. And Canada would visit Romania when the cutting wasn't enough. Somehow he could make Canada laugh and feel better, even though he didn't know what was wrong in the first place.

It was during one of these such visits, after Canada had been cheered up and was giggling at something his friend had said that he didn't even realize was funny, that Romania's phone alerted them that he had a voicemail.

He groaned, "Great, another death threat from Russia or Hungary..." and grabbed his phone off the table. "Russia."

Romania sighed and started to play the message. At first, it sounded like the phone had been dropped, and then there were some quiet noises, like things made from fabric were being thrown. And then there was a voice.

"Hurry up...!" it whined. "We've already waited three months. I don't want to wait any longer!"

Romania was confused, but Canada was starting to get the picture, "That was America... Delete the voicemail."

"I can't."

"Eh?"

"My phone doesn't let me delete a voicemail until I've listened to the whole thing. But, what's the problem?"

Canada looked uncomfortable, "Well..."

Just then, a moan was heard from the phone. "Mnn... Ivan... Stop teasing..."

Canada blushed, "That's the problem."

"So... he accidentally called when they were about to fuck...?" Romania asked.

Canada nodded, trying to force his blush to go away. The sounds coming from the phone were not helping. Moans from both America and Russia filled the still air, and he was finding it difficult to not be affected. Romania was merely looking at his phone curiously.

"Ah...that feels weird..."

"Hm? You've never been on the bottom before?"

"Hell no. A hero doesn't bottom for anyone..."

"Except me, da?"

"Y- ow... that hurts a little..."

"Don't worry. I'll make you feel good, sunflower."

A loud gasp, "Ow! Fuck!"

"Shhh... Relax."

Whimpers of pain slowly turned into pleasured moans. "...I think I'm ready."

A moment later, after some rustling, a scream.

"It will be okay."

"Shit! Fuck! Ow, God damn it, that hurts! You're too big!"

Russia chuckled, and then it was silent for a few minutes.

Romania was starting to turn a little pink, but otherwise didn't look bothered.

Meanwhile, Canada was bright red, and was finding that his pants were becoming quite constricting. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

"Okay...move," America's voice came from the phone's speaker, quickly followed by a grunt of pain.

"Don't cry... It will feel better soon, Allfred."

"Well, right now it hurts like hell!" A moment later there was a loud, gasping moan, "T-there! Hit there again!"

"Here?"

"Oh, fuck! Yes! There!" And thereafter, his voice dissolved into a string of wordless moans and exclamations. Russia was moaning more now too, and it sounded like they were getting faster.

This went on for a few more moments before they loudly moaned each others' human names, America a split second earlier.

There was panting, and then America's voice, "Uh, dude, why's your pocket glowing?"

"Hm?" Some shuffling noises. "Apparently, I called Romania. But, since he has me blocked, it goes directly to his voicemail."

"Wait, so did it record everything?!"

"Da, it's still recording now."

"Well, hang up!"

"Okay. And Romania? If youm ention this to anyone, you know what will happen, da?"

And there, the voicemail ended.

Romania looked in between laughter and fear, and was blushing lightly. He looked over at Canada, who was so red, he was practically glowing. "Well, that was different... Are you all right?"

"O-oui... I just..." he sighed, "I think I'll be using your bathroom..."

"Okay..." Then Romania noticed how Canada was shifting uncomfortably in his seat, and looked down. He laughed, "Just clean up your mess if you make one."

Embarrassed, Canada nodded and ran into the bathroom and locked the door. He slid his jeans and boxers off onto the floor and sighed in slight relief as his now aching erection was freed from its confines. He sat, leaning against the wall. Thank God Romania had in-floor heating.

He wrapped a hand around himself and shuddered. Burying his face in a deep red towel, he moaned as he started to move his hand up and down his length. The precum made things easier as it began leaking out, and he wished he could let his mind wander and imagine someone doing this for him. But he couldn't risk that, couldn't risk bringing up any memories. He had to focus on what he was doing.

Canada was pumping himself as fast as he could by now, his moaning muffled by the towel he was clutching to his mouth. But, that lone sensation wasn't enough, and he had a thought.

He tilted his head back against the wall to see if his theory would work. It would. And as soon as it bounced close enough, he snaked out his tongue and snatched his long, wayward strand of hair into his mouth and sucked on it, while still tending to himself with his hand.

At the new sensation, he moaned against the curl, causing his pleasure to skyrocket. The dual stimulation would soon push him over the edge. He could feel himself getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, in his mind, he saw an image of bright red eyes and strawberry-blond hair. Oh God... He tried to block it, but the image only smiled at him, revealing pointed canines. He was panting and moaning around his curl, and his arm was getting tired, but he could feel the heat pooling, feel that he was oh so close.

Those sparkling scarlet eyes seemed to get brighter, and he came, moaning a single word, quietly.

"Roumanie..."

TRANSLATIONS (French, Romanian, and Russian)

alo- hello (Rom)

quoi?- what? (F)

Tâmpit- asshole/ idiot (Rom)

ce?- what?- (Rom)

Amerique- America (F)

merci- thank you (F)

oui- yes (F)

Roumanie- Romania (F)

da- yes (Russ)

^/ / /^" That last last part was sooo uncomfortable for me to write... but I got through it! And I'm sorry if the RusAme part isn't right, I didn't read any fics to prepare for it (I know, I know, bad planning on my part. But I was having writer's block, and had to go with the idea while it was still in my head).

Credit for the accidental phone call during sex idea goes to one of my best friends, I just tweaked it a little. And yes, Russia and America waited three months (I'm not sure why, don't ask). I thought it would be funnier if their first time was accidentally recorded, and that it was America's first time being the uke :P

By the way... Has anyone noticed what I'm doing with the chapter titles?

The next chapter should be a little faster to write (I'm not making any promises, but I shall try), and the chapter after that (I think) will have some truth or dare. So, suggestions please? I have a couple planned, but other than that, not much. If I get nothing, I'll just come up with the rest myself too. Characters who will be there: Canada, Romania, America, Russia, France, and England (and maaaybe Bulgaria). I would love input on this!

BAIII! LUV YOU GUYS! \^o^/