You step 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 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 no wild making out coming from that closet! Get it together in there." He pounded at the door from the outside. "I'm serious you know!"
A deep blush covered Spain's face "We're supposed to be making out? I guess I was a little off with the ghost stories then huh?" He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "Really off actually."
"Well, yeah, but that's okay, nothing says we have to make out"
"America did actually." Spain laughed again "We wouldn't want him mad at us now would we?" Spain pulled you onto his lap and snuggled you close, nuzzling his nose in your neck. The action caused you to turn red all over. He didn't notice. "You smell really good "_______". " He began trailing little kisses over your neck and jaw; his hands moved to your back to hold you closer. You instinctively tangled your hands in his messy hair. Spain took that as a go ahead and kissed you straight in the mouth, making you a little light headed. When he finally pulled away he was a deep red. "Sorry, I didn't ask, but you might have said no."
You matched his blush with your own. "It's okay, I would have let you anyway."
A smile mushroomed across his face with your response and he kissed you again. "Good, but really, the closet is no place to try and charm a lady you know. I'd like to take you out sometime. Somewhere where we can see each other."
"I'd like that a lot." You squeezed him into a hug as America opened the door.
America's face showed obvious disappointment. "Aww dudes, I hope you two did more than hug in there... that's just pathetic."
Spain takes your hand and helps you up and out of the closet. "It really shouldn't matter to you what we did in there America." He turned towards you and smiled. "Now about that churro I owe you, lets go get it yeah? You know I really like churros." As you two left for your churros you notice Spain begin to drool.