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 Russia, and you had been friends with Ukraine for a long time now.

"No, I've never been afraid of you. I think your sweet; just a bit eccentric is all. I don't know why everyone shy's away from you." You felt your face growing hot from blushing. Russia seemed sincerely shocked.

"Ukraine… she says that you like me, is true?" It was his turn to blush.

"I might as well tell you the truth. Yes, I do like you, a lot. I have for a long time, ever since we met, I know it sounds cheesy but it's true."  Russia brought you back into his arms and held you there.

"Is not cheesy, is good. I am glad you like me; I have been liking you now for a while too. Would it be okay if I were to kiss you now?" His mouth was only inches from yours; you could feel his breath on your face.

"Sure, I'd like that a lot." Russia held your face in his hands and kissed you tenderly, slowly moving from your mouth to your ear.

"YA lyublyu tebya, moja sladkaya;, don't ever doubt that." He continued to kiss you lower until he reached the tender spot on your neck, causing you to let out a slight whimper.

"Do you want me to stop lyubovʹ? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No, don't stop, were almost out of time anyway." He nodded, moving his lips back to your neck, his hands caressing your hair. Slowly he moved his hand under your shirt and undid your bra. Just as he laid you down on the floor Ukraine opened the door.

"Brother, your time is up… Oh! You look so happy brother! She will become one with you, da!" Ukraine ran in the closet and hugged you tightly. "Take good care of my brother; he needs a lot of supervision."

"I will, I don't plan on letting him out of my sight." You smiled sweetly at Ukraine.

"Good, I'll give you two some more time, since America is too much of a scaredy cat to stop Russia anyway." She let you go and closed the closet door again.

*Translations*

1 krasivaja = beautiful

2 YA lyublyu tebya, moja sladkaya; = I love you, my sweet

3 lyubovʹ = love