I Need A Hero(Hetalia Fanfiction)

Blushing, Pizza, and Being Sexy

New chapter WHOOP WHOOP!!! Since it looks like nobody has said anythign bad about France, i am going to assume that you like him, so YAY!!! Thanks for reading ^.^

"I know exactly who I'm going to be able to free next, and the right song to do it... hopefully." As I said the words, I could feel my face heat up in embarrassment.
"You do? Who is it?" Canada asked from behind Kumijirou.
"It's a surprise." I said as I winked and dashed for my phone that was lying on my desk.
     I went onto youtube and looked up the song. I will say this now. I am not a very... sexy person. The only time I tried was during a dare freshmen year when I was actually invited to a party. I was dared to seduce the pizza delivery man when he arrived. It took all the guts I had to actually attempt it. However, I found out that whenever I try to 'seduce' somebody it ends up with me pizza-less and a picture of me in the pizza store stating that I am never aloud to eat or order pizza from there again... ever.
     But, this song is more of a party song and hopefully it will go better this time. I found it and plugged my phone into my docking station. I turned around with my eyes closed and took a deep breath. As I looked at myself in the mirror I could see how red my face was. It only made me more nervous than I already was. The song started and I started to sing.

When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly
I pimp to the beat, walking down the street in my new lafreak, yeah

I glanced at the countries faces and they looked completely shocked. Then the chorus came.

Ah, girl look at that body
Ah, girl look at that body
Ah, girl look at that body
I work out

When I walk in the spot (yeah), this is what I see (ok)
Everybody stops and they staring at me
I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it, show it

I'm sexy and I know it

     Before I knew what was happening, I could feel the country heat up. But this one was different. I felt like it had taken control of me, as if it had pushed me out of my brain and I was just watching my body. I didn't have any control of my arms or legs. Then the unthinkable. Without my doing anything, I started singing with a different, more sexy tone. My body started to move to the beat, the top couple of buttons popping on my shirt, exposing my... um... chest. I had to admit, I looked good. But it was so embarrassing.
     I looked at the countries and almost started laughing. Canada was blushing so hard I thought his head would explode, America's jaw was dropped, a small line of drool coming from the corner of his mouth, and England was trying to do something to stop his nosebleed. When I looked back to myself, I had climbed on top of my bed and then my hands reached for the hem of my shirt to pull it over my head. I screamed and forced control back to me.
     When I had control again, the pain returned. I collapsed and let out an involuntary cry.
"I didn't realize this country was so big, it hurts more than I thought."
"Zhat is not ze only thing zhat is big about moi." 
     With that voice the pain lightened and I flopped on my back, breathing deeply. I opened my eyes to see France standing in the middle of the room.
"Papa!" Canada yelled and dashed to hug France.
"Ah, and zhere is my little Mathew. I 'ave missed you so much."
"What the bloody hell, was that you making her do that?" England snapped as he stuffed all of the bloody tissues into my garbage can.
"What? I was just 'aving a little fun, no?" France winked.
     As soon as I sat up, the whole room got quit. I had never been this angry before in my life. Apparently it showed because Canada and England backed away, America still open mouthed in the corner of my room. I stomped over to France and slapped him in the face. It didn't seem to faze him at all.
"What the hell were you thinking?" I asked him through clenched teeth.
"Well, I was zhinking zhat you needed a little bit of 'elp with being sexy, so I 'elped." His smile turned to a frown, "'owever, it seems as though you did not like it."
"Of course not! I did not want to be exploited like that in front of three guys! I had no control over my body." I hugged my arms and backed away, looking at the floor.
"What you did was dirty, frog." England said angrily coming to my side and putting his arm around my shoulder.
"He's right, dude. She went through that pain to free you and that's how you repay her? That's totally not cool." America stepped in front of me and glared at France.
     I looked up at the countries and felt like punching myself in the face. What happened to being your own hero? And it's not like he started giving the other countries a lap dance. I just need to know how to handle France and his... outbursts. 
"It's ok guys. Could you leave me and France alone for a couple minutes? I need to talk to him." The three countries looked like they wanted to protest, but listened anyway and made their way out the door and closed it.
     I tucked my hair behind my ears and sighed, sitting down on my bed. I patted the area next to me for France to sit and he did.
"You were right." I said, finally looking up at France.
He looked so confused, "What did you say?"
"I said, you were right. I might need a little help with being... you know, sexy. However, I do not think that what you did was right. So, I would like to set a few ground rules."
France nodded.
"No taking control again, no watching me as I sleep, and no inappropriate touching."
France sighed and looked at me, "Look, I would like to apologize for the way I treated you. I act before I zhink. And that was not appropriate. So, I will follow your rules, and would like to show my gratitude for saving me with a date." He smiled and kissed my hand.
I blushed, "And why do you think I would say yes?"
"Because zhere is free food. Who does not like free food, no?"
I giggled and nodded.
"Zhere! Zhen it is a date." He stood up and pulled me with him.
     Even though France acts like he does, I know it is not meant to be disrespectful. There is something there that France has deep down, and I will find it. He is not the wine loving pedophile that everybody thinks he is. I know there is a huge, kind heart somewhere.
"I will go, as long as you can find me something that is both attractive yet sensible to wear. I don't want my date to look more fabulous than I do." I winked at him.
"Oh honhonhon, I don't zhink zhat will be too 'ard. You have yourself a deal." He said as he burst from my room.
"To zhe mall!' he yelled out and picked me up bridal style to carry me down the stairs, me laughing the whole way down.