Chapter 4: He showed up at my house...

Disclaimer: If Hetalia was mine Romania's hat would also be mine. It isn't, so neither is Hetalia! ^.^

I'm so sorry for not updating sooner! My nona had a heart attack, and then moved in with my family and I, so I have been busy. I'd never forget you guys! (shot) Anyway, on with the story!

Warning! This chapter has a lime scene in it, and mild cursing. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

It had been two weeks since you received that letter and you still hadn't seen the guy from the haunted house. You had gotten frustrated and finally decided to just Google translate the d*** letter. Halfway through reading it your blush had gotten so bad that you had thrown it at the wall and wouldn't get out of your bed for the next three hours. You still blushed to think about all the things he'd written about wanting to do to you.

You gave a heavy sigh as you twirled the letter in your hands for the millionth time that day. Why did that weird guy from the haunted house give it to you? Weird of him to do so, but then again he hadn't given it to you, you'd just found it lying on the street. Deciding that moping in bed wasn't going to get you anywhere, you sat up and turned your t.v. on before grabbing your controller and setting the Xbox to Modern Warfare 3. A thrill ran through you as you shot down enemy after enemy, the letter all but forgotten at your side.

A sharp rap at your window had you jumping out of bed in surprise and looking wildly around your room for the source of the noise. Your eyes settled on the window and you nearly screamed when you saw a silhouette there. It was the weird red head from the haunted house! He pointed at the lock on your window and made the 'open it' motion, but you frantically shook your head no and grabbed the baseball bat out of your closet, holding it up menacingly. He rolled his eyes at your antics before forcing the window open, leaving you gawking in the middle of the floor holding a baseball bat limply at your side. No way in hell was your strength going to beat his! Dropping the bat, you turned and tried to run for the door, your mouth opened to scream for your dad. A gloved hand caught your waist and yanked you backwards against a firm, warm chest as another gloved hand clamped down over your mouth.

"Easy, I'm not going to hurt you draga, I just wanted to see you! Please stop struggling, or am I going to have to tickle you?" His breath ghosted over your ear, causing you to shudder at the heat that flared through you from his voice and proximity to you alone.

Your struggles weakly stopped before he reached around you, locked the door, and then put himself between the door and you. Your eyes narrowed and you swiftly grabbed the bat again. Lock you in your room, will he? You didn't think so! Swinging the bat hard, you were surprised when it smacked him in the chest. Your moment of victory was short lived however as he threw the bat away and out of your reach before reaching out to you. Moving backward, you raised your right leg and kicked his waist, but he caught your leg and held your thigh against his hip. His free hand came to the back of your neck and he wrenched you forward as his leg swept under the one he wasn't holding to knock you off your feet. You landed on your bed with him on top of you, your leg still trapped against his hip.

You blushed and opened your mouth to scream when his lips crashed onto yours and his tongue invaded your mouth. You whimpered as he bit your lips and a fiery conflagration of lust tore through your body. He was kissing you fervently and you were just laying there beneath him. Admittedly, he was rather hot, with strawberry blonde hair and warm crimson eyes, and-NO! Bad thoughts, stupid brain, fight him! Don't-let him- a-ahh...

Your mind turned to mush as he began grinding his hips into yours, sending throbbing pulses of fire down your spine and straight to your heat. Wetness seeped between your thighs, and you yanked your head back for breath before his lips once more claimed yours. You heard Romania growl, and you elbowed him in the stomach before shoving him off and smacking him in the head.

"WHAT THE F*** IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU DON'T JUST, JUST MAKE OUT WITH SOMEONE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW!"

He smirked and laid there (posing sexily-ah no! Bad brain!) on the end of your bed before climbing forward, that smirk ever present on his face. He stopped an inch away from you before replying in a low, husky tone that sent even more heat rushing down to your thighs.

"But I DO know you draga mei. I've known you since we were children. Do you honestly not remember me?"

He looked confused as you rapidly shook your head no at him. He was so close, you couldn't think well enough to speak! He smiled gently at you and your insides turned to mush. Romania leaned towards you and kissed your temple before whispering something in another language. A soft red light emanated from his eyes, and you found yourself growing dizzy as you gazed into them. Darkness crept at the edges of your vision, and you passed out on your bed as memories long forgotten played behind your closed lids. The last thing you saw was his loving smile and the flash of sharp fangs as he leaned over your neck and...

*End of Chapter 4*

Mrwahahaha! In the wise words of Bugs Bunny: "Ain't I a stinkah?" Hope you guys enjoy the cliffhanger~ I should have the next chapter posted soon, and I'll try to write once a week. Have fun peoples! Ciao!