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Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Macau
“We are getting down to the very bitter end my people. My feet are seriously killing me from standing for this long.” America sighed. “Anyway, thing's will go way faster if I just shut up. So why am I still talking?” He laughed and took your hand. “Come on, you can play next.” Once at the center of the room America held out his hat for you. “Fire away dude.”
The hat was almost empty as you placed your hand inside. You gave the items a little mix, and grabbed on tight to the first thing you touched. “Furry, dice.” You laughed. “Pink furry dice.”
“Those are mine.” Macau walked up to you, giving you a sweet smile. “I actually took them from my car, pretty cheesy huh?” He chuckled at himself.
“No way dude, fuzzy dice will forever be cool. Now let's get you all in that closet.” America was almost skipping as he took you to the closet. “And here
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Slovakia
America calls you to the center of the room and holds out his large, patriotic hat for you. “Pick something good dude. We don't want you to get stuck with anyone super boring.” He smiled wide and gave the hat a quick shake before letting you place your hand inside.
You felt around the cramped hat for a moment before picking your item. Lifting the item up and out of the hat you recognized it as a glove, the kind one would wear with a nice suit and tie. Still, these could belong to quite a few of the guys at the party. “Whose glove is this?” You held the lone glove above your head so everyone could get a look at it.
“That's mine.” Slovakia walked up to you, shyly with a sweet smile on his face. “I wasn't actually expecting to get to play, so I didn’t bring anything. I'm sorry my item made it hard for you to identify the owner.”
“Aw dude, he kind of reminds me of Canada. I'm glad we invited him. You two should have tons
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Hutt River
"Yo dude, get up here already, it's been your turn since like forever ago!" America ran over to where you were sitting and snatched you off the couch. "Now hurry up and pick something man." He held out his hat for you.
You felt around for a moment, not wanting to make a stupid decision. Something hard, cold, and circular hit your fingers. Choosing that item you lifted it from the hat. It was a pocket watch, and a very expensive one from the look of it. "Wow, this looks expensive. I wouldn't put something this nice in a hat. It could get broken or damaged."
"I have more of them. And it is expensive, it's the best money can buy." Hutt River was still sitting on the couch, it looked like he had no intentions of moving either. He held his hand out as if he wanted you to bring him his watch.
Sealand attempted to whisper. "Um, Hutt. Remember when you said having friends was important? Well, this isn't really a good way to go about getting them. Maybe you sho
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Croatia
“Alright dudes, let's get the next player going already.” America chose you at random and led you back to the center of the room. “Go ahead and chose your fate.”
“Oh thanks, no pressure here right?” You sighed and placed your hand into the patriotic hat. Not many items were left. You choose a long, thin, cord like object. “Who put a leash in here?” You held the leash up, a confused look covering your face.
“I did, is that a problem?” Croatia half yelled from his seat on the couch. “I had hoped we would run out of girls before I had to play this stupid game.” He snarled.
“Well dude, that's just too bad isn't it. Because we still have girls, and one of them has your item.” America shoved Croatia off of the couch and forced him in the direction of the closet. “So let's try to be sociable shall we?” A less than pleased Croatia stomped his way to the closet and waited
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Sealand (Adult)
You walk up to America's hat, glad that it's finally your turn and immediately begin searching for an item. As you search, something soft wraps around your hand, you lift your hand up and see something a light blue. It looked a bit like a handkerchief but bigger. After giving it a second look you recognized it as Sealand's old neck tie. "Hey Sealand, I got your item." You waved around the neck tie above your head.
"Oh, alright then I'm coming." Sealand happily walked up to you, a smile covering his face and locked your arm in his. "I sure hope you're ready for this, I've become quite a ladies man you know." He gave you a playful wink. "Now, shall we adjourn to the closet my dear?"
"I think you two had better, you're staring to give me the creeps man. Now hurry up or I'll start docking your time." America lead you and Sealand to the closet and locked you both inside.
"Weird, I wonder why I creep him out. Maybe It's my new found manliness or something." Sealan
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Hong Kong
You reach into the hat and feel something unfamiliar. You grasp it and pull it out of the hat. Once in the light you can see it's a flower, you don't know what type though. "I love flowers, but, I don't ever think I've seen this one before."
"It's a lotus, very popular where I'm from." Hong Kong took the flower from your hands and fixed it into your hair. "There, it brings your eyes out."
"You two are so sweet, but you're dragging your feet. Let's go." America shoved you both in the closet and slammed the door shut behind you.
Hong Kong immediately wrapped his arms around you. "It's dark in here... Is there a light somewhere?" It was more than obvious he wasn't a fan of dark places.
"Hang on I'll check." You felt around for a light switch, when you finally found it, it didn't work. "Sorry, looks like it's busted. America doesn't seem to take very good care of his house, or anything for that matter." You helped him find a place to sit. Before you could find yo
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Cuba
You step up to the hat and begin fishing for an item, something cold hits your palm. You grasp it and pull it out to find a small container of ice cream. Cubas familiar face walked up to you. "How did you manage to keep this cold?"
"I kept it in the ice box until just before we started, I figured whoever picked it out would want to eat it yeah." He smiled and led you to the closet, opening the door for you and helping you to a seated position.
"You dudes have fun now, I expect you to do more than eat ice cream in there." America shut the door and your seven minutes began.
Despite what America said, you opened up your small container and took a bite. "Want some? It is yours after all." You held up a spoon for Cuba.
"Oh, no. I gave that to you. I can't take your ice cream from you. Besides," He pulled another small ice cream from his back pocket. "I brought myself one just in case." He opened it up and began to eat along side you. "I think sharing ice cream i
Hetalia Seven Minutes in heaven Australia
You stepped up to the hat, reached inside and began feeling around for your item. Something made of cloth caught your attention. You pulled it out to reveal a very wrinkled, green necktie of sorts. "I'm not really sure what this is." You tied it around your head like a bandana. "Whose is it?"
Australia jumped up from his chair and took your hand. "That would be mine, but you're wearing it all wrong." He laughed and removed the tie from your head, placing it in the proper way around your neck. "There you go, all better. It's part of my uniform you know."
"That is fascinating dude." America placed a hand on both of your shoulders. "I'm sure the lady wants to hear all about your clothes. But you know what, you'll have time for that later. Right now you two need to be getting into my closet." America forcefully shoved you both inside. "Have fun dudes, see you in seven." He slammed the door shut leaving you with someone you'd never met before, in a dark, locked closet.
"Well this ju
Hetalia Seven Minutes in heaven Wales
You step up to the hat and somewhat reluctantly began your search for an item. You felt something round and hard against your palm. Bringing it out of the hat you could see it was a small gold coin with a dragon emblem on it. "I have no idea who this might belong to or even what it is, but if someone doesn't claim it, I'm going to keep it. It looks valuable." You continued looking down at the coin in your hand.
"That's mine, but I suppose you can keep it, I have more of them." Wales gave you a sweet smile. "So into the closet with us now hmm?" He extended a rather rough hand out to you and lead you in the direction of the closet.
America followed you both to his closet door. "Alright dude and dudette, have fun in there. I'll see you both in seven." He sent you both a quick smile and a wink, then shut the door behind him with a loud thud.
"So just you and me now then." Though you couldn't see his face you could tell he was smiling. "It's a little weird b
Seven minutes in heaven-South Korea"Oh, poor you..." Alfred said, looking at the smiley face badge you held in your hands. "And why should I be upset?" You asked. Your question was answered by a pair of hands groping your chest. He almost had a fit when you turned round to smack the perpatraitor. You knew who it was now. He held his cheek, a sorrowful look on his face. "Why'd you slap me da-ze?!" Yong Soo. You sighed. Of all the people to get, you got him.
He was wearing tight, navy jeans and a white t-shirt. He also wore casual trainers and a bangle or two on his wrist. Even though you were annoyed at him for groping you, you couldn't help but think of him as cute. Those hazel brown eyes and that adorable curl that sprung forth from his head.
"Come on you two! We've got other people to get together!" Alfred said, pushing the two of you into the closet. The door slammed behind you and you cursed to yourself. "I'm sorry _______..." You heard him say. You couldn't stay mad at the tyoung asian nation for very long and hugg
Seven Minutes in Heaven (Estonia)You groan and shove your hand into the old hat and pull out an...
You gasp, looking around, frightened, as Russia steps forward. He roughly grabs your wrist and drags you to closet. You try pleading with you eyes at some of the surrounding countries but no one is brave enough to help. You feel small tear prick up in the corners of your eyes as the door creaks shut.
"Become one, da?" he asks sweetly. You begin trembling and sink to the floor when there's a knock on the door.
"Ei. Russia, leave the poor girl alone. Can't you see that she's afraid?" a voice says from a crack in the door. Russia sighs and steps from the closet.
"Please make her stop crying." he says sadly and you feel sort of bad as Estonia walks into the closet in the Russian's place. He adjusts his glasses and shuts the door. Then, he kneels in front of you, gripping your hands firmly.
"Are you alright?" he asks softly. You blush, staring into his blue-green eyes.
"I-I think so... yes
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
If I was your boyfriend swedenXReader
It was your turn. You had heard so much about these parties for seven minutes in heaven, and people were running out to be with, so you were there today;the room was still packed.
"Hey man, you're just in time! I'm glad you made it! Otherwise we would've had to cancel!" America shook your hand and hugged you. "Yeah man, rock out! You better get ready for a good time, and help yourself to our food! France helped! Just stay away from the crumpets man, you might throw up..." America waved and walked away.
You walked over to the punch bowl and waited for the party to start, snacking on some Oreos. America walked in front of the congregation and waved his hand.
"Hey guys! It's time! Stop shoving your faces with food and get y'all's asses over here!" He winked to you and gave you a thumbs up. "Ready, ___? It gets awkward at times..." America wrapped his arm around you and nudged you. "B prepared for whomever ya get!"
The whole party was around the table, awaiting you to choose. You reached y
Seven minutes in Heaven-2P! Prussia"Well I think we can kinda guess who this is..." Alfred said, looking at the supposed dog collar in your hands. You thought it would be Gilbert, but he had already had his turn. He was sat on the couch snuggling with Matthew. You spun the collar round your index finger, wondering who it was. Not Ludwig, and he was the only other one you knew who had a thing for BDSM...Unless it was someone you did know. "Um...T-That's be me frau..." A stuttered voice said from behind you. You turned round and was met with ruby eyes that you thought only belonged to Gilbert.
This man certainly looked like Gilbert, apart from the fact he had light honey blond hair tied into a ponytail and an ugly looking scar going across his cheek. He had the same pale skin and eyes that you loved, but the blush that was present on his face was not something you were used to. You look at his outfit and see he is wearing a pair of black, skinny jeans with several chains attached to them and a red and black checkered shir
Seven minutes in Heaven-2P! Romano"You got Lovino? But _______, he's already been..." Alfred said, pointing to him and Spain, cuddling in a corner. You pouted. You liked the italian, even if he did swear a lot. You looked at the tube of tomato paste and wondered who else it could be.
"I think you'll-a find that's me..." A low voice said from behind you. You turned round and locked gazes with a pair of startlingly ruby eyes.
He had honey blond hair, that was in the style of his counterpart, and had slightly paler skin. A large scar ran across his right cheek, but that didn't detract from his handsomeness. That curl still floated there, daring to be touched. He was wearing a brown shirt that was buttoned halfway and sand coloured trousers, smart shoes the same colour as his shirt. A rather simple outfit, but it suited him. He smiled at you and took your hand, taking the tomato paste in the other hand and pocketing it. "Come on, the closet won't-a wait forever~" He said, pulling you gently into the small space.
Once it wa
Seven Minutes in Heaven (Finland)You cringe, you hand hovering over the hat. Suddenly, your hand flicks away. "I'm sorry but, I don't know what's in there! What if it's gross?"
Prussia face palms and pulls out a...
White Cross Pin!
You feel your face heat up, knowing full well where that pin is from. Normally, it resides on your crush's jacket!
"(Y/n)!" you hear him happily call, already in the closet. Of course, he only saw you as a sister figure. You muster up a smile and walk into the closet, shutting the door behind you.
"Hey Finland." you hug him loosely before tugging away.
"Are you ok?" he asks, probably truly concerned, but you didn't care. You were selfish. You wanted him to love you. To hold you. To kiss you.
"I'm fine. Did you volunteer for this game, Finny? It doesn't seem like you..." you change the subject.
"Well, ya, I wanted to play! What type of game is this, anyway?" How was he always so happy?
"I-it's a kissing game, Fin." you look at the ground,
To draw the truth. Hong Kong X Reader[read bottom]
America had no place to hold the party. The last party had been a disaster. Zealand went crazy, in "mecha mode" he called it, so America was in the process of fixing his house.
You readily agreed to this proposition and prepared the snacks and your bedroom, instead of a closet. You got to be the one to draw from the names today since you were the house donor.
As you finished cleaning, a few people were already walking into your house.
"Whoa! Hey guys! You're a bit early! Sorry about the food...I'm not quite done.." You smiled.
"It's quite fine, I'rr herp you if you want." Japan finished placing the snacks on the table while china threw streamers and panda goodie bags around the entry way.
Suddenly, without your noticing, your entire house was full of people. America made it to the center with a speaker. "Listen up guys! Get yo fine booties over here! It's time! It is time!" He stepped away and allowed you to the center, where'd you choose.
You took the very first name. It
Seven Minutes in Heaven (Australia)You groan and shove your hand into the old hat and pull out an...
Evil Looking Koala Plush?
"Ack! Australia!" England shouts, ripping it from your grip and chucking it at the approaching Aussie, "Don't put that where people can see it!"
"Why?" he sneers, "you gave it to me, Dad." As they glare at each other, the rest of the nations stare and you, eyes wide, back into the closet, slowly closing the door. Then, Prussia stops it with his foot.
"As great as your family reunions are, Australia, your date is starting without you." he calls, getting everyone's attention and the man grumbles, stomping over to the door. He steps in, not before hitting Prussia in the arm and bumps into you.
"Sorry," he murmurs gruffly.
"I-it's fine." you say quietly. You'd never admit it but you had a crush on the handsome stranger already.
"Eh?" he said, leaning closer to where you were planted to a wall, "What was that?"
You push further into the wall under his gaze, loweri
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Thailand
You walk up to America's old hat and reach your hand inside. You felt around for a moment until something very strange brushed across your fingers. Try as you might you couldn't guess what it was. You pulled it out of the hat and still didn't know what it was. It was an oblong object, covered in some sort of spiky hair that ranged from red to green. It looked like it might be a type of food. After looking at the object for a moment you gave up. "Would someone like to tell me what's in my hand please?"
"Um, I can tell you, that's my item." Thailand walked up to you and took whatever it was from your hand. "You really haven't ever seen one of these, ana? It's a rambutan fruit. It tastes really sweet, we can eat it later if you would like." He smiled politely.
"Dude that thing does not look edible, it looks like a weapon of some sort. But if she won't eat it, I totally will. Because I eat everything." America laughed. "But anyway you two should head into the closet. Don't want to
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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