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Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Italy
America took his place in the center of the room and rubbed his chin. "Let me see here dudes, who should I pick to go next?" He narrowed his eyes as he fixed them on you. "You dude, you're definitely the one. Get up here."
"You got it." Hoping out of your seat, you made your way up front and reached into the hat, swirling your hand around to mix up the items. You then felt for the nearest thing to your hand, and pulled it out. It was a mushroom of all things. "Umm, a mushroom? Who would put that in here?"
"Oh, that's-a me-a!" I have such good luck, getting such a pretty girl!" Italy jumped off 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 wais
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Spain
"What are you waiting for dude, it's your turn." Smiling a wide, excited smile, America waved you up to the front of the room. "Get up here."
"I was waiting for you to call my name, obviously." You stood from your seat, stepped up to the hat and pull out a churro. "I'd eat this, but who knows how long it's been stuffed in that hat. And who knows where that has has been."
"It's been in there a while now, I wouldn't recommend that you eat it. I'll buy you a fresh one later if you want." Spain gives you a warm smile and grabs your hand to lead you into the closet, America locked the door behind you. "So, what do we do in here hmm, tell ghost stories or something? I know this one that used to scare Romano pretty good." He chuckled at the thought.
"I guess we could do that." You let your voice trail off, you didn't want to tell him what you were really supposed to be doing in there, it would just make things awkward.
America began yelling from outside the door. "Dudes, I hear
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Austria
You pull a piece of ivory from the hat. "What's this? A piece of an elephant tusk…" You stare in wonder at the item before you.
"That is my item, and it is a piano key before it is refined." Austria stood before you with an indifferent look on his face. "I suppose we should go to the closet…" Austria seemed a bit reluctant, as he wasn't moving at all.
"Ok guys, really! Are you just gonna stand there or what?" America roughly shoved you both into the closet. "Do something besides stare at each other while you're in there, geez!" with that he slammed the door and locked it behind him, leaving you with Austria in the dark cramped closet.
"Well this is just delightful is it not? I am once again caught playing one of America's silly games, and he's drawn you in as well." You could be wrong, but Austria seemed more embarrassed than angry at this fact. "I do apologize; this won't be enjoyable for you at all."
"Why's that? You don't really intend to just sit h
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven America
"Let's see dudes, who should I let go next?" America tapped his chin twice, then pulled you up to the center of the room. "You look like you're dying to play, why don't you go ahead and picks something out for yourself?"
Without a word, you pulled a piece of cheese from inside the hat. "Yeah, this is creative, who's is this?"
"Dude, that's totally mine!" America threw the hat at Ukraine, picked you up and locked the two of you inside of the dark closet. "Man, we totally lucked out getting each other huh?" He plopped down on the floor with you still in his arms.
"I guess so, I mean I really wasn't interested in playing, but getting you makes it a little better." You liked America, but there was no way you were just going to come out and tell him that.
"A little better? Come on now man, you've hurt my feelings… I'm the best player here by far. I'm the hero! I'm really glad you picked me, I wouldn't want to be stuck in a dark, cramped closet with a
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Russia
You pull a white flower petal from the hat. "Oh, this is beautiful, who's is this?"
"That would be mine" Everyone but you stiffens at the familiar sound of Russia's voice.
"Who the heck invited Him man? He creeps the mess outa me!" America backed away from you two dropping the hat in the process.
"Ahh, you did, I got your invitation in the mail." Russia smiled at you sweetly, taking your hand and led you to the closet. Ukraine locked the door for you because America wouldn't go near it.
"I am not liking the dark very much." Russia held you close to him as if looking for comfort.
"It's not so bad" You said digging in your pocket for your iPod. Finding it you turned it on and used it for light. "There, is that better?"
"Yes, thank you, "Russia let you go. "Oh you are so krasivaja, I never noticed before now. I knew you were sweet but…" Russia slowly touched your face, as if trying not to scare you. ""_______" are you afraid of me, like everyone else?" You had never been afraid of
Hetalia Seven Minutes in heaven Greece
You pull a stuffed kitten out of the hat. "Oh my god, it's so cute, can I please keep it?" No one answered you. "I'll take that as a yes, but who's is this?" Romano threw a tomato at Greece, waking him up.
"Hmm, what I miss?" Greece rubbed his eyes and stretched. "Oh, you have my gift I forgot what that means " He stood there with a confused smile on his sleepy face.
"Oh come on man, really? Take the girl to the closet already." America pushed you two into the closet and locked the door. "Now don't fall asleep on her ok?"
"But it's so cozy in here, and dark too." Greece yawned and cuddled into your lap. "Would you like to take a nap with me?" He laid his head in your lap and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Your very comfortable "____", I could sleep on you easily."
You ran your fingers through his messy brown hair and smiled."I think you could sleep anywhere, but thank you."
He tugged at your shirt like a child. "Would you like to lay down with me?" He seemed to b
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven France
You walk up to the center of the room and place your hand into the hat. Immediately your hand it's covered in an unknown liquid. "What the heck is this?" you pull your hand out of the hat to find not an item, but a sticky red substance covering your hand. "So… who's is this?"
"Oh! Ma chérie that would be mine. You see, I had nothing to put in the hat, so I just poured a bit of wine in there. Oh hon hon hon hon, clever, no?"
You shook your head. "Wouldn't everyone get their hands all sticky then?"
"Defies the natural laws of nature, time, and space, does it not. But such a feat is to be expected from Moi. Here, I can't have you all sticky can I?" He handed you something to clean your hand with. "Now, into the closet with us." France kisses your hand and takes you into the closet.
"Okay now creeps only seven minutes. No time for getting too funky." With his warning, America locked the door. The closet quickly turned dark, and France made his move.
"Ma chérie, s
Hetalia Seven Minutes in heaven Japan
You reach in to the hat, and feel something silky on your fingertips. You pull it up to see a silky, red cloth. "Oh, this is pretty" Smiling you wrap the cloth around your neck. "So, would anyone like to claim it?"
"That wourd be mine." Japan shyly stood up from the corner he was occupying and gave you a sweet bow. "herro "____" are you ready?"
"You don't have a choice man, now get in my closet!" America shoves you two in the closet and locks the door. "At least I don't have to worry about Japan getting frisky in there. America gave out a loud obnoxious laugh.
"He is most rude, are you ok?" Japan gently reached out to touch you.
"I'm okay, thanks" You give him a sweet smile, though he probably couldn't see it in this dark.
"That is good, he is most disrespectfur, so what is the purpose of this game? I have never prayed before, but I overheard France saying some things about what you do in the closet that I wirr not repeat."
A blush boomed over your face, thank god it was
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Switzerland
You step up to the hat and pull out a small bar of premium chocolate. "Oh chocolate, I can eat this right?" subconsciously you licked lips.
"I suppose, it's not like it cost me that much." Switzerland stood up from where he was sitting and started for the closet.
"Be careful big brother, that closet's messy you could get hurt. I don't trust '____' either." Cautioned Liechtenstein. Switzerland just nodded in response and continued into the closet. You followed him in and America locked you both inside.
"So, I don't think a lot can be done in seven minutes. What do you suppose we do? I really couldn't care less." Switzerland leaned against a wall, arms crossed with a bored look on his face. His demeanor made it obvious that if anything was to take place in this short amount of time it was you that was going to make it happen. So, you decided to just blurt it out.
"Well, I'm pretty sure the point of being in here is to make out. So lets do that." It was apparen
Seven minutes in heaven-Prussia~ Beware had sexual themes....and Prussia's awesomeness.~
"_______ got Gilbert, niiiiice." Alfred said, winking at you. You blushed furiously. Alfred knew of your crush on the Prussian maniac. You had just never said anything, you thought his ego was big enough as it was.
"Kesesese!!" You heard the familiar laugh as he swaggered up next to you. (Bitch got swag!!! *shot*) Your blush increased when you saw what he was wearing. He was wearing a blue shirt, buttoned halfway, with the ever existant cross necklace hung round his neck. He wore black skinny jeans and a pair of grey trainers and a pair of black fingerless gloves.
"Hello frau, I see you couldn't resist my awesomeness." He said smiling. You looked away from him as he dragged you towards the closet.
"Keep it to PG-13!" You heard Alfred yell before the door slammed shut. You tried to speak but you simply stammered, cursing at yourself for acting like such an idiot. You heard him laugh quietly before you noticed those ruby red eyes
7 minutes in heaven-GermanyYou put your hand in the box and grab a necklace with the centerpiece scratched out.
"Auch, that's me." Germany said, raising his hand.
*oh no..* You thought. You had liked him forever, but were sort of uneasy around him, because he was so strict and quite scary at times.
"Veee~! I'm-a So excited for you!" Italy shouted while jumping up and down.
"Eh..." Germany said, blushing and walked you into the closet.
"So, ve sit here and do vhas now?" He said, looking away from you, although it was very dark.
"I'm...Not sure. I think your supposed to see if you like the person that you are ~Stuck~ In the closet with." He looked back toward you.
"Vell..." He started nervously. "I already know zat I...Like you, a lot...So vhat do I do?"
You blushed heavily and said.
"I...I guess you prove it."
"Ah." He said, leaning in to kiss you. He begged for entrance into your mouth, willing you to give in, you did, and he gripped your shoulders, pushing you down. His tongue explored you
7 minutes in heaven-ItalyYou reached into the box nervously in hopes that the item you pick will correspond with someone you like.
You raised you hand with the item in it, your eyes were shut. You slowly open your eyes to see a bowl in your hand.
Italy springs up from the couch.
"That's-a me!" He exclaimed., doing a little dance, singing, and holding Germany's hands, making him join in.
Finally, fed up with the foolishness, Germany throws you two inside of the closet.
"I hope zis seven minutes seems like ze eternity." Germany's annoyed voice says, fading as he walks away.
"So...Do-a You like-a me?" Italy asks, leaning in, causing you to fall backwards. He's now on top of you, awaiting your response.
"Y-yes." You nervously say. You have always liked and enjoyed everything about him.
"Good! Then I can-a tell you that-a I love you too! And since we both-a love each other-a..."
Italy reached for his pants and began to remove them.
"I totally love you! Veee~!" He said, facing your red face.
"Look-a at me-a! I'm-a n
Switzerland-Seven minutes in HeavenThe eyes were on you as you reached into the bag.
A plastic handle found its way around your index and thumb.
"A toy gun?"
You blushed at the thought of your next seven minutes.
A blushing switzerland scratched his head in uncertainty.
"Yeah, That's mine."
He walked toward you uneasily, almost stumbling upon every step.
"I guess you should follow me."
He grabbed your forerarm and guided you into the pigsty of a closet.
"What the hell? Does Italy EVER clean?"
He helped you down, groping around the closet.
A light fluttered on and off rapidly until it could last on its own.
"I've never done this. I don't know how; please tell me you can show me."
His face was turned away from you; his eyes glancing quickly over you when he thought it safe to sneak a peak of you.
You blushed, not knowing what to do.
"I don't hear any moaning-uh! Get it started in there already!"
France yelled from outside the door.
"I guess I should, less I get punished. I'd rather keep my neu
Seven minutes in heaven-Russia~
A little sexual...Don't like, don't read!
"_-_______ got Ivan..." Alfred tailed off, giving you a sympathetic look. You held a sunflower petal in your hand, it looked freshly picked and still smelled of the flower. You watched Alfred step back a little as you heard him approaching. You turned round and smiled at the purple eyed man, your (e/c) eyes gleaming just as much. Even though he scared everyone witless, you kind of liked him. He was incredibly tall and you loved his child-like smile.
You were pulled out of your thoughts as he pulled you gently by the wrist to the closet, no-one being brave enough to walk you there. You saw the looks you were getting from the other countries and it was as if they all knew you were dead.
The door closed behind you and you looked up at Ivan. You saw him staring at you, but it wasn't scary at all.
"You didn't want to pick me did you?" He asked, bending down to your height. He took up a lot of the closet, purely with his height.
"A-Actually I don
Seven minutes in heaven-Germany"Dude! _______ got Ludwig!" Alfred laughed. You looked at the cross held in your hand and a small smile crossed your face. You had liked him for a while. You glanced over at your friend _______, who gave you a thumbs up. You hadn't realised that he was now standing next to you.
"Shall we then _______?" He asked. You looked at him and nodded. You both walked into the closet and Alfred slammed the door.
"Don't get too frisky!" He yelled. You looked at him and smiled.
He wasn't wearing his usual uniform. He was wearing a pair of baggy black jeans and a top with the german coak of arms on it. He also wore a leather jackets, the sleeves rolled up and a pair of fingerless gloves. You smiled even wider. He almost looked gothic, which was a good thing for you, considering you were sort of an nerdy goth.
"Oh, Luddy, you might want your cross back." You said handing him it. He went to take it and you grabbed him by the t-shirt, pulling him into a passionate kiss.
He was a bit stiff to begin with
Hetalia PrussiaxReader - Stuck In a Box
I turned my head to see my boyfriend, Gilbert Beilschmidt. He was running toward me with his arms flailing in the air.
"What is it, Gil?" I asked.
"Gilbird's gone missing!" he said, panicked.
"Oh, no! Do you want me to help you look for him?" If it were anyone else's pet, I wouldn't have bothered. But it was Gilbird, and he was just so cute that I had to find him-- and he was my boyfriend's bird, after all.
Gil nodded. "Ja, thanks."
So we looked. And looked. And looked. We looked all through Gil's and Ludwig's house and property, but there was no sign of the little bird. After about an hour of searching, Francis and Antonio came bursting through the front door.
"Hola, mis amigos!" shouted the Spaniard.
"Bonjour, our Prussian friend!"
I straightened up from looking under the couch to look at the duo. "Hey, guys. Now might not be a good time to hang out with Gil. Gilbird's missing."
Francis put his hand to his mouth. "Mon Dieu! That's horrible!"
"Anything we can do?" aske
Prussia-Seven minutesYou reached into the box and felt something partly wet and partly crusty. Out of disgust and curiosity, , you pull the item out to see a bloodies up napkin. Prussia gives out a laugh. "That's me!" He looked at you up and down confidently, but, moments later, a shroud of gloom and embarrassment fell upon him. He dragged you into the closet. "Uhhh..." He said, scratching the back of his head nervously. "Are you okay?" You asked him, placing your hand on his shoulder. He squirmed rapidly. "O-Of course I'm FINE! L-Let go of me!" He threw your hand away from him. The two of you were silent for a few moments. "Truth is..." He said shamefully/ "I've never liked..or had a girlfriend. I grew up around only men." He said, turning his face away from yours. You placed both hands on his face bringing your foreheads and noses together. "It's alright." you said, and his blush intensified. "But...But I've always liked YOU." He said. "____ Chan...Will...*sigh* Will you be my first girlfriend?" He asked
You knew sharing a house with three guys wasn't a good idea. Far from it, it was a BAD idea.
If only you had realized that sooner.
"Ding Dong" You pressed the doorbell for the fifth time. Scowling you shifted your hold on the three bags you had under one arm. What the hell was taking them so long? You hadn't met the guys yet and already you were pissed at them.
"Are you their new, uh room mate?" a female voice came from the right. You twisted to look towards the voice. A brown haired girl stood on a well trimmed lawn.
"Yes...I guess I am." You smiled "Are they home?".
She grimaced "Honestly I don't know." Sighing you set your bags down and sat on the front step. "Great..... I'll have to wait for them." She looked at you sympateticaly. "I'm Elizabeta, and I
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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