It's finally your turn to play, so you walk up to the hat and reach into the hat. You could feel many different textures brushing against your fingers. After a few seconds you decided on something that felt like a necklace. Upon inspection you realized you were right. It was a thin necklace with a cross charm in the center. You weren't sure who it might belong to so you just held it up. "One cross necklace missing an owner."
A rather shy, timid Holy Roman Empire walked up to you to claim the necklace. "That's mine, sorry, I should have used something a bit more obvious."He took the necklace and fastened it back around his neck. Taking your hand, he began walking in the direction of the closet.
"Well, have fun in there I guess." America scratched the back of his head. "Dude got weirder as he got older." With that he shut and locked the door leaving you two alone.
"I am not weird, I just don't like to be around all those people is all." Holy Rome crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. Now that it was just the two of you, he did seem much more open. "One day I'll get that guy you know, he's always picking on me. But anyway." He let out a sigh and relaxed. "I don't know much about this kind of stuff, I-I mean, I know the point of being in here. I just don't know what to do exactly, or how to do it." He was completely stumbling over his own words, his face was a deep shade of red.
"Oh, well that's okay." You gave him a sweet smile and scooted a bit closer to him. "I played this game once before so I do know what to do. If you want, I could help you out." It had been a rather long night of waiting for your turn, and there was no way you were going to leave this closet without at least a kiss.
His face only turned a deeper shade of red, despite this however, he nodded. "I suppose that would be okay. I don't want to have you bored or disappointed simply because I'm unlearned." He gave a shy smile and opened up his arms for a hug. "This a good place to start?"
"Works for me." You happily accepted his hug, snuggling into his lap and kissing him on the cheek. You didn't want to do anything that would freak him out, but now that you'd managed a kiss on the cheek, you were pretty sure you could do better. While entwining his fingers with yours you began nuzzling at his neck. He didn't seem to mind your rather fast pace at all, as a matter of fact he quickened it. Holy Rome placed his free hand on your face and kissed you square on the mouth. He gently toyed with the loose strands of your hair as you two continued to kiss. For someone who'd never done this before, he was surprisingly good at it. He really didn't need any teaching or help at all. You actually wondered if his saying that had all just been a clever lie. A few short, blissful moments later, America opened the door.
"Dudes, why is it always the people I don't expect to get lucky, that get lucky huh? I am just an awful judge of character aren't I?" America laughed at himself and helped you out of the closet.
Holy Rome stopped you outside the a little outside the closet. "Thank you for teaching me how to play." His face was again, covered in a blush. "I hope I wasn't to awfully terrible."
You shook your head a bit more vigorously than you meant to. "Oh no, you were a wonderful student." You laughed. "But if you're feeling unsure of yourself, we could always practice together on the couch or something you know."