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America roughly grabbed your arm and pulled you to the front of the room. "Come on up here already, it's been your turn to play for like, five seconds."
"Oh, well I did not know that." You stick your hand into the hat and pull out a piece of licorice. "Eww, whose is this?"
"It's mine, if you don't want it, give it here, I'll eat it." Iceland snatched it from your hand and started eating it.
"That's nasty, who knows what else was stuffed in that hat. You should be more careful what you eat... Little brother." Norway gave Iceland a teasing look.
"Stop calling me that, I hate it." Iceland began stomping his way to the closet. You weren't sure if it was such a good idea to follow him or not, but America didn't leave you much of a choice. He practically threw you in with Iceland and locked the door behind him. Afraid to further upset Iceland, you stayed silent. "Are you just going to sit there or are we going to do something? This will be boring if you don't talk at all."
You stuttered a bit. "I-I didn't want to make you angry. You seemed so upset with Norway, I thought it would just be best if I were quiet."
"Well, I'm not mad at you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made such a scene."He shifted uncomfortably. "Maybe I can make it up to you somehow." Now ringing his hands, and looking at the ground he began to blush terribly. "Do you like the movies? I could take you this weekend."
Did he just ask you on a date? You hugged him tightly before he could protest and kissed him on the cheek. "I'd love that."
His puffin flew from his shoulder and under one of Americas old jackets. "I'm outta here man, I don't want to see this."
"I'm sorry, ignore him, I don't even know why he's in here." He was subconsciously hugging you back and nuzzling your cheek. "I bet my 'big brother' Will be jealous that I have such a pretty girl going to the movies, that jerk.. I hope Denmark doesn't find out, he'll ruin everything." He'd begun babbling to himself, even when you called his name he didn't respond. You waved your hand in front of his face, still no response. So you did something you knew would get his attention. You leaned into him and kissed him on the mouth. Icelands eyes widened for a moment and then he relaxed into the kiss, embracing you, holding you close. After a moment the kiss broke and you were both blushing. "I'm sorry, I guess I got carried away thinking about going to the movies with you."
"It's okay."You sat in his lap and snuggled him close. "I space out a lot too." Light streamed into the room as America opened the door.
"Aw, don't you two look all cute, all snuggled up like that." He gave a knowing grin as the two of you walked out of the closet. Mr. Puffin flew out a moment later and began broadcasting everything that had gone on in your seven minutes.
"Oh, well I did not know that." You stick your hand into the hat and pull out a piece of licorice. "Eww, whose is this?"
"It's mine, if you don't want it, give it here, I'll eat it." Iceland snatched it from your hand and started eating it.
"That's nasty, who knows what else was stuffed in that hat. You should be more careful what you eat... Little brother." Norway gave Iceland a teasing look.
"Stop calling me that, I hate it." Iceland began stomping his way to the closet. You weren't sure if it was such a good idea to follow him or not, but America didn't leave you much of a choice. He practically threw you in with Iceland and locked the door behind him. Afraid to further upset Iceland, you stayed silent. "Are you just going to sit there or are we going to do something? This will be boring if you don't talk at all."
You stuttered a bit. "I-I didn't want to make you angry. You seemed so upset with Norway, I thought it would just be best if I were quiet."
"Well, I'm not mad at you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made such a scene."He shifted uncomfortably. "Maybe I can make it up to you somehow." Now ringing his hands, and looking at the ground he began to blush terribly. "Do you like the movies? I could take you this weekend."
Did he just ask you on a date? You hugged him tightly before he could protest and kissed him on the cheek. "I'd love that."
His puffin flew from his shoulder and under one of Americas old jackets. "I'm outta here man, I don't want to see this."
"I'm sorry, ignore him, I don't even know why he's in here." He was subconsciously hugging you back and nuzzling your cheek. "I bet my 'big brother' Will be jealous that I have such a pretty girl going to the movies, that jerk.. I hope Denmark doesn't find out, he'll ruin everything." He'd begun babbling to himself, even when you called his name he didn't respond. You waved your hand in front of his face, still no response. So you did something you knew would get his attention. You leaned into him and kissed him on the mouth. Icelands eyes widened for a moment and then he relaxed into the kiss, embracing you, holding you close. After a moment the kiss broke and you were both blushing. "I'm sorry, I guess I got carried away thinking about going to the movies with you."
"It's okay."You sat in his lap and snuggled him close. "I space out a lot too." Light streamed into the room as America opened the door.
"Aw, don't you two look all cute, all snuggled up like that." He gave a knowing grin as the two of you walked out of the closet. Mr. Puffin flew out a moment later and began broadcasting everything that had gone on in your seven minutes.
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Finland x Reader: Seven Minutes in Nordic Heaven
You put your hand in the hat and began to search for something interesting. Their was something quite large that took up a lot of room and you instantly wondered what it was so without another thought you pulled out: another hat? What was this hatception?
You looked up at Denmark slightly confused, ready to ask about it when Finland popped his head through the door.
"Have any of you seen my hat anywhere about?"
Before you had a chance to say anything Denmark had you both wrapped in his arms and was dragging you towards the broom cupboard.
"I think I saw it in there!" He told Finland before giving the two of you a gentle shove, slamming the d
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Seven Minutes in Heaven (Iceland)
Confused, you stick your hand into the hat. Your fingers brush something soft and, deciding that it was odd, you grabbed it. Pulling it out, you see a...
Stuffed Puffin?
At least, you hoped it was stuffed.
"Hey!" you jump. Nope, not stuffed. Not stuffed in any way, shape, or form. Definitely real.
"Do you have any idea how long I was in there just hoping that Ice would get a shot to get laid?" the puffin squawks again, causing you to blush and drop him. Of course, you wanted to be in the closet with Iceland but on the other hand, you didn't. He was your biggest crush and, needless to say, you were a little scared to be in a closet. With h
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Sealand x Reader: Seven Minutes in Nordic Heaven
You stuck your hand into the hat and tried to get a good feel of everything inside. Nothing really stood out to you so you decided to take whatever you touched next. That being a folded up piece of paper. You quickly unfolded it to see what looked like a drawn map of the UK but with and extra county added close by, but you couldn't tell for sure.
"Who drew this you asked." Looking up at Denmark who looked as if he might bust into a fit of laughter any second.
"You're going to have fun in there." He laughed before directing you to the broom cupboard.
Still confused as to who you had picked you entered the small space and decided to sit on the
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Tennis racket, hits mr. Puffin with it. Point match!
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