Hehehehehehe~ I own nothing but my messed up mind~! (Which is France's fault!)

List of who's next:

Switzerland

Iceland

Finland

Germany

England

Poland

Sweden

"Ugh, where is he?" You thought aloud, wondering why your boyfriend was taking so long from going to the store. Your boyfriend, Japan, had said something about needing to buy a rather important book. He seemed nervous when saying the word book, but you just shrugged it off. Though it was kind of odd that he wouldn't say what book it was, or even the name of the store.

'Hmm...Since he's not here, why not take a look around?' You think with a mischievous smile. Hey, he's your boyfriend after all. So you had every right to take a look around his home, right? Sure, he's all for privacy, but he wasn't here. And come to think of it, he isn't one for touching either. Which, shall I say, annoyed you greatly. He, you can't deny it or wouldn't want to, was sexy. So when you have a sexy boyfriend who doesn't like being touched, you kind of don't care for privacy anymore. More like wanting to break that damn personal space bubble.

'Wonder what he keeps in that oh-so private closet of his.' Ah, yes. That closet of his. Sometimes, you tried going into it while he was around, but he always got very nervous and would come up with some kind of an excuse as to why not to go in there. Now was the perfect chance, though. To see what he's so scared of showing you!

Heading into his room, you looked both ways inside of the hall to make sure no sexy boyfriends were near. Smiling, you took off.

Coming to a stop in his room, you smiled blissfully when his scent reached your nose. Oh, how you loved being close to him, which was hardly ever. So you'd take what you could get, for now at least. He's really lucky you haven't jumped him already. He's so cute when acting shy, the way he blushes whenever you got closer. But, always to your disappointment, he moved away. It's not like he didn't want to be near you, he did, but for some reason unknown to you, he had problems with not having enough personal space. Seriously, he might as well have been the inventor of the saying 'Too close for comfort'.

After dating for so long, you have only managed two heavenly kisses from him. Of course, he freaked out while blushing madly. But hey, remember, better than nothing right? Sigh

"Let's see what we can find!" Opening the closet door slowly, you gasped at what came into full view.

Manga.

Sweet, sweet Manga everywhere. The heaven's lights shined down as music began playing in the back of your mind. He's an anime fan as well? Why, in the name of pocky sticks, hide this from you? You loved anime, too! This is something both of you could have talked about and enjoyed together, so why hide it?

Picking one up, you crawled onto Japan's futon. Flipping happily through the first page, things started getting...weird. And then, like lighting shocked you into hell, you finally noticed. This was NOT the type of Manga you read. No, this is far too inappropriate. This was...oh god, HENTAI? You glanced back into the closet, yup, that's hentai all right. It all made sense now. He must have been around France for way-so freaking much-too long.

"WHAT THE HELL?" You screamed, cheeks flaming red.

"(N-Name?)"

Life just loves us all, doesn't it?

"Oh, hey Japan...I was um, er, j-just..." Could words really say anything you were feeling? Not by the looks of it. Were you mad or sadden by this? Not even you knew. Did he find those girls more prettier than you? Had he not once said his preference for 2D girls was better over 3D girls when talking to England, Greece, and France? But, he told you that not even they could match to your beauty...He wouldn't lie...Right...?

"Why did you look in there?" He was calm, as always, but something seemed off as his gazed stayed stuck on the floor. No, it was the fact he wasn't blushing or stuttering.

"I was just curious...I wanted to know why you'd never let me in that closet. I see why now, though. T-Tell me, do you find those girls more...attractive?" God, you did not want to cry in front of him. It made you feel weak, but you couldn't help the few tears escaping.

"(Name,) you silly girl." Before you knew what was happening, your back was against the futon with a very angry, yet sexy, Japanese boyfriend hovering above you. "No woman, real or not, could come close to you. But I do not appreciate you invading my personal space. So you must take responsibility for your actions." He breathed heavily against your neck, kissing it none too gently.

"W-W-W-W-WHAT? H-H-Hang on, what happened to being too close! A-And not like touching?" Holy rice balls. Where did this come from? Just who the hell was this? He couldn't be the real Japan! No way in hell! But, praying to all that's right in this world, it is...you sure don't mind. No, not one bit.

"You invaded my personal space, so I shall invade yours."

If this was taking responsibility, how could you say no?

Extended ending

"Wow...I'm going to have to go in that closet more often..."

Japan blushed a whole new color of red as everything you both did finally sunk in.

"Oh my..."

After seeing a picture of Japan being angry, I couldn't help myself. ONHONHONHONHONHONHON-Wait, DAMMIT FRANCE!