December 27. Your Christmas was less than fun, and you even had to been alone for it.
You were walking to your local diner to grab some grub.
You see that it is a ghost town; but one man eating a cheeseburger and extra large fries.
You get an awkward feeling.
"I-I don't like this." You grumbled to yourself as you nervously approached the counter.
"H-hello, How may I help you?" A young man with curly locks waited on you by the bar.
You order and take a seat. The man with the shake moves over to the seat next to your and slurps in your ear while gazing at you. Frustrated, you turn towards him.
"Excuse me? Can I help you?" You can feel your eyebrow twitching in frustration. As though his slurping and staring wasn't enough; call me maybe began to play from the speakers.
You felt your fist tighten. You didn't think today was going to go well.
"Hey, man, you look kinda...tense? You need a massage?" The man walked behind you and slowly rubbed his hands across your shoulders. You shuttered but froze in shock. Your anger had turned into a sensation you had never felt. You just met this man, not more than 5 minutes ago, but had already melted in his strong arms. "You feeling any better?" He seemed to be no harm, and simply rubbed your arms and back intently.
"T-thanks..But..I-I just met you." Your words were spoken the exact time as the songs were. You blushed thoroughly. No part of you could escape the overwhelming heat of this man.
"And this is crazy." He leaned in to your ear. The man behind the bar dropped your food when he saw you and the man behind you. "Here's my number..." He slipped you his card.
"Please, call me baby." He winked to you and stepped from the diner, looking at you as he left.
"I-I can't believe America did that!" The smaller man said.
"America? You know him?"
"That's my brother..I'm Canada... He really seemed to like you. He's never been so straight forward in all his life..to a girl at least..I Really think he likes you... maybe you really should call him." Canada looked at the floor.
"Then I will." You took your cell phone out and dialed the number. He answered. "You told me to call, right? Well...here I am."
"Good." He told you to meet him at his address as soon as you could. You left without any food and went to America's, curious to see what would happen. You arrived shortly thereafter and knocked on the door to the huge building. The door flung open. Loud music and the smell of sweets came rushing out. "So, this is my house." He took you in and led you to a huge bedroom. "And this is my room..." He eyeballed you and cornered you. He was moving too fast. You just learned his name, for god's sake. Your entire body once again became hot as he pushed you onto his bed.
"W-what are you doing?!" You wanted to push him away but your body wouldn't comply. He began kissing and biting at your lips, feeling up and down your sides, breathing heavily, his eyes softly closed. Your clothes were vanishing, appearing on the floor.
You gave in. Your legs were around him, your lips pressed to his. Suddenly, Canada was in the room.
"AMERICA! What have I told you about ripping girls' clothes off that you just met!?"
"nothing...I've never done it before brah."
"Oh, true...But still!" Canada tried his hardest to stop America. "I-I just can't move him at all..." Canada frowned.
"Man, I don't think she minds." You shook your head. "I'll just make sure she's my one and only..."