America tapped your shoulder. "Yo dude, your turn to play. Good luck."

You stood up from the couch and placed your hand into the hat. You gave it a quick twirl, causing a chain to wrap around your pointer finger. You decided to keep that item. It was a small bracelet with a kitten charm on it. "You girls really do have a thing for cats don't you?"

Belgium walked up to you and nodded. "Well I do, I even have a festival for them." She smiled warmly at you and replaced the bracelet on her wrist.

"Girls are like cat's you know, finicky and prissy. And just when you think they're going to let you hold them, bam, they run away." America hung his head. "Anyway dudes, you two better head to the closet, I don't want to make everyone else wait all day." You followed his instructions, taking Belgium by the hand and led her into the closet. "See you soon guys." The door was tightly shut and locked.

Even in the darkness you could see the fact that Belgium had a wide, friendly smile on her face. She didn't seem to have a problem with the idea of this game at all, or maybe she didn't know. "So, this is a weird place to shove two people. It's not very romantic at all." She laughed. "I think seven minutes in a basement could be neat, but if they were going for romantic, they could have cleaned up a bit." She shrugged. "But I guess I shouldn't complain, lemons into lemonade. You ready?" Belgium tilted her head to the side, still wearing a cheerful smile and opened up her arms for a hug.

"Sure." Before you could move to hug her she lunged at you, cuddling you tight. "Well okay then, I wasn't expecting that." She had your face right in her rather large breasts.

"You're just so cute, I couldn't help myself." She let go of you and kissed your forehead. "I'm sorry, I was squishing you wasn't I?" Belgium brushed your hair back and and Eskimo kissed your nose. "Sometimes I just don't think."

"No, I'm alright." You didn't realize it, but the slightest of blushes was forming on your cheeks, creeping down your neck and chest.

Belgium giggled. "Oh, you're even cuter when your blushing." She started hugging you again, kissing you all over your face. "I'm so lucky you picked me." One of her many kisses landed on your mouth, throwing you both off guard. She immediately pulled away. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kiss you there. It was an accident." Her face was on fire.

You didn't really understand why she was so worried, she'd kissed everywhere else on your face. "It's okay, I really don't mind." Before Belgium could protest you kissed her again.

"Well as long as you don't mind." She was smiling, her smile reminded you somehow of a cat. America opened the door.

"Hey dudes, anything good happen in here? I thought not." America laughed. "Okay kitties, out of the closet."

The two of you scurried out of the closet to make room for the next couple. "So I don't think I've ever seen you at my cat festival. You should come, we all dress like cats and there's a parade. It's to celebrate that we don't throw cats from towers anymore." Belgium smiled.

Greece abruptly woke up from his nap. "Why did you ever do that?"