Warnings: Language, France

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Authoress Note: Heh, sorry about the wait guys. But for a change of pace, we get a look at backboned!Estonia. :D

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Estonia woke up the next day, feeling not only slightly hung over, but like something distinct had happened the previous night. He remembered the ice cream and being with Cuba and Canada. He remembered being with Switzerland and seeing Finland. They talked, he knew that, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember what they talked about. He remembered inviting Switzerland in his room and kissing him.

...

"Oh god," he groaned into his pillow, when that memory resurfaced. He had made an absolute fool out of himself, how could he even begin to face Switzerland at the meeting that morning? He didn't even like Switzerland that way, he was just so desperate and lonely; he was willing to latch onto any friendly face. Sure, he was drunk, but he probably wouldn't have been pressured into feeling that way if it wasn't for the bet.

And now he felt stupid. Utterly, utterly stupid and it was all that stupid bet's fault. He hadn't been this concerned about his virginity in centuries, and now here he was, getting drunk with strangers and kissing semi-close friends. Maybe this meant it really was time to get rid of it once and for all, if it was going to cause him so much trouble. Because who said that once the conference was over, all the attention, harassment and embarrassment would stop? The nations were horny creatures and Estonia didn't even pretend like some of them wouldn't continue to pursue him if no one won. Sure, it might have gone against his vow, but he was so tired of this.

Estonia could still remember part of his reasoning for kissing Switzerland the other night.

"I figured I could at least be proactive."

Well, why the hell couldn't he?

There was no reason, other than his admittedly meek persona, that he couldn't be the "hunter" instead of the "hunted." In fact, why wasn't he being more proactive? He knew that everyone wanted him, which put him at an advantage, not them, now that he thought about it. They were all controlled by the rules of the bet, but that didn't mean he couldn't tweak everything to go his way. He could control this; he could make it right again and he suddenly realized how he could make that happen. It was a genius plan; he didn't know why he didn't think of it earlier.

Empowered, he sat up in bed, only to clutch his head in pain.

"Ow, ow, okay," he muttered to himself, wincing, "I'll work on that later."

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After a few cups of strong coffee and a quick run to a printer, he ran into Switzerland in the hallway before the meeting began. It was as awkward as Estonia expected it to be. Both of them were blushing.

"I, uh…I'm sorry about last night. That...that was pretty inappropriate of me."

Switzerland cleared his throat and avoided Estonia's eyes. "It's alright. Just...don't mention it again."

"That's perfectly fine with me."

They both entered the meeting room together like the previous day, only this time Estonia was prepared for it. He went straight to his seat, ignoring the once again lecherous stares of his peers and everything went fine during the majority of the meeting, as far as fine could possibly go. He ignored all attempts to contact him and had just begun to collect his own documents to be handed out to the others, when someone said,

"I think Estonia should pass those out."

He looked up, caught off guard, to realize that whatever Germany was presenting needed to be passed out as well. Germany cleared his throat and there was a general clamor of agreement throughout the room. He looked at Estonia expectantly, and the Baltic knew that he wouldn't get out of this.

With a sigh, he got up (not without thinking to himself how utterly impractical it was when the papers could be passed around) and received the papers from Germany. They were graphs of some sort, Estonia didn't really care; he hadn't been paying attention.

He slowly made his way around to all the nations, trying his best not to fumble with the papers or make an utter fool of himself, which he seemed prone to lately. And Estonia had almost reached his seat when a foot shot out and he suddenly found his face meeting an unfriendly floor and the papers scattered away.

The Baltic felt his cheeks burn hotly and he shut his eyes briefly, overcome by embarrassment, and resentment for everything. Everyone's stares were on him and he could feel it; a few people giggled.

He took a deep breath and tried to gather the rest of the few papers (he was almost back at his seat, damnit!) as he told himself to not let it get to him. Just a few papers more and he could put his plan in place, but then, he felt it.

There was a hand slowly sliding up his ass. It wasn't even a quick slap or grope, but a deliberate feeling up, and if at all possible, Estonia's face heated up more. He froze, turned around, still on his hands and knees, and saw France, who actually had the audacity to wink at him. Thankfully, he was saved from responding by Switzerland, who stood at his seat and pointed a pistol (seriously, how many firearms did he have on him?) in France's direction.

"Hey, asshole, I thought I told you to cut that shit out!"

France smiled and mockingly pressed a hand to his face as though he had forgotten. "Je suis désolé, my dear Suisse. His bottom just looked so appealing and squeezable, my hand could not help its self!"

"Like hell it couldn't!"

Estonia was so distracted by the argument commencing above him, he was shocked to see America on his knees, gathering the papers he had dropped. The other looked up, sheepish, when he realized he had Estonia's attention and whispered, "Sorry about last night," before quickly handing him the papers and going back to his seat.

It was then that Estonia knew he had to do something.

"France, that's enough," Germany commented wearily from the podium.

Estonia stood and with cheeks still bright he said, "Actually, I'd like to talk about something, if you don't mind."

Germany blinked, surprised, and then conceded. "Okay," he nodded, "the floor is yours."

Estonia muttered a small thank you and made his way to the front of the room, still not quite used to being in such spotlight. He adjusted his glasses and suddenly wished he had planned this out more.

"As you all know, there's a certain bet going on right now," he announced and looked at the nations directly. A few of them had the decency to look ashamed, to look away, while others stood up straighter, surprised that he knew about it.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to spoil your fun, you can still have it but…it's going to be on my terms."

There was a general shift of curiosity in the room, a few murmurs. Estonia cleared his throat and continued.

"I have forms on my desk for anyone who wants to be apart of this, and anyone can take one. There are some things on there I want you all to fill out, questions about yourself, and I'll review all of them and eliminate some. Then, I'll interview ten out of those that I found the most suitable and cut down some after that and so on," Estonia swallowed and looked out at the crowd again. He was finally taking charge of his own destiny, finally looking for his prince charming instead of the other way around.

Here goes nothing...

"Who ever is left...can take my virginity."

There was a moment of stunned silence, because clearly no one expected him to be so forward about it and Estonia found himself blushing again for some reason.

"Um, like I said, there are forms on my desk. You can probably start passing those out now," he gave a nod to Switzerland to pass the rest down.

"If you could get those to me before the meeting ends that would be great. And uh, don't put your names on the forms; just remember the number that's on the form. I'll probably have the top ten up by tomorrow and I'll interview you all before the next meeting starts." He looked around. "Any objections?"

There were none, clearly.

"So uh, thanks for your cooperation and stuff. I hope the forms are okay."

Quickly, he removed himself from his presence in front of everyone. Now that that was done and over with, he could only hope this worked.