You Reach into the hat, swirling your hand around to mix up the items. You then feel for the nearest thing to your hand, and pull out a mushroom. "Umm, a mushroom? Who would put that in here?"
"Ohh! That's-a me-a!" I have such good luck, getting such a pretty girl!" Italy jumped of the couch and grabbed your hand, excitedly dragging you into the closet.
America followed you two over and began closing the door. "Have fun you two! Remember, only seven minutes now." He smiled as he shut the door completely and locked it from the outside.
Italy gave you no time at all before wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you square on the mouth. "So "______" are you happy to be here with me?" Italy moved his hand slightly lower down your back so as to get a feel of your back side.
You let out a slight squeal in response to his action. "Of course I am Feliciano." You could feel a blush creeping up your neck" I've always… you know, had a slight crush on you, ever since I found you stuck in that tree."
A smile mushroomed across Italy's face. "Yeah, I was-a lucky you were there to save-a me!" Italy leaned toward you, tightening his grip on you in the process. "I can kiss you again…right?"
You smiled sweetly, still blushing like mad. "Of course you can Italy."
Italy tilted your head back and kissed you passionately on your mouth, slowly he moved down to your neck and collarbone kissing your tender spots. Loving the feel of him you reached up and took hold of his hair, accidentally grabbing hold of his "special" curl in the process.
"Veeeeeveee! "______" Why do you touch-a that?" caught off guard, Italy forcefully pushed you to the ground.
You quickly let go of his hair. "I'm sorry Italy! I didn't mean to, really it was an accident."
Italy couldn't hear you; he was busy already trying to unbutton your shirt.
"Yo! Time's up… whoa, dudes, you wanna use my spare room? I do use this closet… I don't want Italy all over it." America covered his eyes and signaled for you two to get out.
Italy looked up at America with a happy smile. "Yes please-a, where is this spare room?" With that Italy picked you up and carried you off.
You spent the rest of the night cuddled in his arms, being fed pasta.