I just wanna say, thankies.

I literally almost started fucking crying when I got the reviews and such...course I was hungry as hell, BUT WHATEVES!

Thnx, I luv ya. Beware of cursing.

I backed against the far wall, eyes wide using Elph as a sort of shield. There were nine of them and only one of me. Oh shit, what if they decide to gang rape me! I mean come on it's the perfect setting.

Possible soundproof walls, no windows or escape through the door, the victim's mute and in a mental house? Perfect crime! Moreover, no one would know!

If it weren't a possibility of it happening to me, I'd totally check out a novel with that plot. But that's not important right now! Keeping those weird people, speaking in those strange tongues, as far as the fuck away from my virginity was my main priority.

I studied each of them, making sure to catch every detail so I would have proof to sketch of later. Funny thing about it, they were all rather hot. Like seriously, seriously.

One. Blondish brown hair, (possible bad dye job) cowlick. Blue colored eyes behind a pair of glasses with square shaped lenses.

Two. Black hair tied into a low pony tail. Hold the hell up; was that a woman? Possible androgynous male or transsexual. Golden eyes that seemed to slant. Weird. Was he/she/they holding a kitty plush?

Three. Black hair, brown eyes and same slant-y eyes as Two. Short, as far as I can tell.

Four. Blonde, dark blue eyes, with a little stubble. Possible pedophile.

Five. GODDAMN HIS EYEBROWS ARE HUGE! I've always thought mine's were a little thick, but damn. Blonde hair that desperately need a brush, green eyes. He actually has some pretty eyes…

Six. Tall ass bastard with pale (almost beige) hair, violet colored eyes. Why is he wearing a pink scarf? WHY THE HELL IS HE SMILING AT ME!?

Seven. Another blond bastard (joy) Baby blue eyes. Frowning, but not as bad as Five with his angry bush brows. Seems to want to beat the shit outta Eight.

Eight. Auburn hair (that's new) and hazel colored orbs. Has weird curl sticking out the side of his head and is currently cursing (I think) the hell outta Seven.

Nine. Twin appearance with Eight, 'cept I'm not exactly sure what the hell his eye color is. Definite airhead. Weird hair curl on opposite side of head.

They all wore some variation of a white dress shirt, blue plaid pants, and a black robe.

Suddenly Three said something causing all of them to turn all of there attention on me. I shot a glower at Three. Damn you slant-y. I noticed that Four had began trying to talk to me, causing Five to mutter something at him, which then set off another argument between them.

Maybe they were aliens? Professor always theorized the possibility of another life form living in space, since was a bit, y'know, spacey.

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You try coming up with something funny while fearing for your virginity! It's hard damn it!

Nine actually ran up and embraced me, causing me to freak out and use poor Elph as a weapon of mass destruction. Which in some bizarre as hell way, actually worked…until Seven basically ripped Elph from my hands threw him across the room and tried to pick me up by the back of my collar.

He got as far as the elephant before I socked him in the balls.

Each of the black robed men kept a distance from me. Thank God, because my hand hurts like hell. What the hell is his balls made of, fuckin' steel?

I held my aching hand to my chest while the Black Robes conversed at taking the prospect of raping and/or now killing me a little more seriously. My eyes darted to each male, my mind weighing how many I could knock out before they ended me. So far, only one.

Then there was a cool voice from Six as he suggested something. I have no idea what he said, but I do not like that smile he bore, or the way the others visibly paled. Five began oppose whatever he said, followed by Transvestite and such. Wait…what was One doing?

He had retrieved the necklace and Elph, and had stared to march in my direction. My heart raced and I try to back as far away from him as possible. He halted for a moment, then smiled at me warmly. My cheeks felt on fire as he slowly removed his robe.

Don't think dirty thoughts. Don't think dirty thoughts. Do not think dirty thoughts.

Showing that he had no weapon, he then got on his knees and offered the plush animal. I looked at the purple and grey object, then to his warm blue eyes. The plush…his eyes…the plush…his eyes. Was he serious?

Obviously, the others thought so too, judging by the tone of their protests. He only replied shortly, eyes still on me. Damn he knew how to make a girl feel self-conscious. Unable to see my poor Elph in the hands of a stranger any longer, I carefully seized the object hugging it to my chest. He grinned widely, holding out the necklace.

I deadpanned at the accessory and him. No.

His eyes told a different story. Please?

My deadpan didn't waver, even as he tried to look like a kicked puppy. Sighing, he placed it around his own neck as if to say, See. No harm.

He removed it, replacing back into his hand as a peace offering. Rolling my eyes, I snatched the damn thing from his hand and slid my head through the chain.

See, I got it on. Now what?

Glasses stood again, yet not to his full height, just crouching down enough so that he and I were of about the same stature. Pointing to himself, slowly he enunciated what I suppose was his name so I would not miss it.

"Ah-meh-ree-kah. America."

Then he pointed to me.

He wanted me to…I jumped when the others caught on to what he was doing and the Airhead started to rapidly address me. America chuckled, and then gestured to him.

"It-tal-lee. Italy"

He continued with this, seemingly disappointed when I didn't say anything, but continued anyway.

Two= China

Three= Japan

Four= France

Five= England

Six= Russia

Seven= Germany

Eight= Romano

Whom ever the hell named these people, evidently did not have a brain. Whatever, it was their names. I think; America had called them something else like "Kah-mee Bas-stard" and "Aye-brows", whatever the hell that was about.

Now they all look at me expectantly. The hell they wanted me to do, a trick?

America got back down on his knees and tried again.

"America." He pointed to himself, followed by indicating he wanted me to also introduce myself. When I didn't say anything, he repeated the process. Germany commented making America frown slightly. As if he'd given up, the blond stood to leave, but my hand had shot out a grabbed his wrist. He turned, surprise on his face at my sudden act.

I have no idea why just I did that. I, I just…didn't want him to go.

Looking him in the eyes, I placed Elph atop of my dark hair and began to mime. Taking my forefinger, I placed it against my lips in a shushing action. Then taking both my palms, I placed them against my mouth then tapped my throat where my vocal cords would be.

A look of realization dawned across his face. He questioned the others on something I'm not sure of. China started explaining something, holding a brief conversation with Japan. My mind wondered elsewhere seeing how I was unable to understand them and everything.

Suddenly, there were two hands steering my head to meet a face.

Suddenly one hand was sprawled across my chest, where my heart beat erratically.

Suddenly there were a pair of lips on mine, and the feeling of something mystical piercing into my soul through my lips.

Then I was staring into the smiling face of America…

"That easier for you?"

…and suddenly, I understood.

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