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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 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 Seborga
You feel around the hat for a moment until you run your fingers across something hard and smooth. You pick it up to find a seashell. An unfamiliar face walks up to you and takes your hand. "Hi there, I'm Seborga." A sweet smile covered his face.
"Oh man, another Italian. Every time one of you guys get picked bad things happen. Why don't you just start off in my spare room dudes?" America seemed less than excited about letting you two into the closet.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. But I'm not going to let you take my time with a beautiful girl away from me, that's for sure." Seborga gave your hand a sweet squeeze and led you into the closet.
"Fine dudes but try to stay clothed." He reluctantly shut and locked the door. Seborga immediately turned and looked at you, smiling ear to ear.
"So, now that we're alone, what should we do?" He scooted a bit closer to you so that his face was almost touching yours.
You moved back a bit, a little embarrassed that he
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
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Finland
You pull a small cross out of the hat. "Anyone, anyone?" Finland flashes a sweet, excited smile and walks to you from his spot in front of the TV.
"That's mine; sorry I didn't have anything else to put in there." You hand him back the charm so he can affix it to his collar.
"Enough talk you two, its closet time." America roughly shoves you both into the closet and locks the door behind him, leaving you in the pitch black. You two sat down in the closet next to each other. "Remember, only seven minutes."
"Well this isn't so bad, at least I'm not stuck in here with Sweden" Finland shivered at the thought. "I tell you, that guy can be downright creepy at times. So, how have you been? It's been a while since I last saw you, your looking nice." You tried to get a word in, but Finland just kept talking "You know I really don't get the point of these parties, they always seemed rigged to me…I mean you never see anyone getting weird people like Grandpa Rome. Oh, I'm sorry
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
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-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
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
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
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
7 Minutes in heaven~Austria
"Aight guys!" America stepped into the room. "it's time for a new 7 minutes in heaven! Everyone ready? This is gonna be awesome yo! Rock out guys!" America shook his head and body furiously with excitement.
"May we please begin? This is already a waste of time..." Austria spoke out, rubbing his eyebrows impatiently.
"Course dude! Let's get this show on the road. Go ahead, ___. You're the girl, and I know you want 'somma of this, so you better get my item sexy!"
You were irritated by his comment and determined not to get his item. You felt a smooth, soft
and rectangular item, and picked it up. It was a piece of ivory.
"Why...that's my item..." Austria ceased rubbing his eyebrows and walked towards you. "I do hope you understand there will be no sexual play in the closet, understood? It isn't civilized, a-and I'd much rather keep it that way." You nodded and walked into the closet.
"So, what exactly is this all about? I don't really...want to b-be into this...It's a bit iffy if you ask
Seven Minutes in Heaven (Canada)You roll your eyes and stick your hand in, grabbing a
Little Bottle of Maple Syrup!
"This is actually really cute!" you giggle, fingering the maple leaf pressed into the glass, "Canada, is this yours?"
"Um... ya..." he blushes, stepping towards you.
"I didn't even know you came, bro!" America shouts as Prussia leads you to the closet.
"No matter, even if you just can show up, stay in there for 7 minutes!" Prussia laughs, slamming the door shut.
"I didn't just appear, I came with you, idiot." Canada says. glaring at the door.
"I knew you were here." you said quietly.
"You did?" he turns to face you, violet eyes wide in shock.
"Well, ya..." you blush, staring at the floor, "I always know when you're near." you bite your lip, not noticing Canada step closer to you. "I mean... I've always had the biggest crush on you." You fiddle absentmindedly with you fingers when Canada tilts your face up with his hand.
"Re-really?" he asks, hopeful. You smile so
Seven Minutes in Heaven (Austria)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...
Small Ivory Key Chain.
"I'd rather you got your filthy hands off of that and tell me how you got it this instant." Prussia smirks and throws it at you before shoving you into the closet.
"You want it, go get it!" he teases as Austria walks calmly into the closet with you. You shyly hold the ivory out, blushing. Was it wrong to say you had a crush on the calm musician?
"No, no, keep it." he smiles softly, pushing your hand towards your chest. You blush darkens at the touch and you stare into his violet eyes, hoping for something to justify your red color. Sadly, Austria just drops his arm and turns away so you can't see his matching blush.
"Um, Austria...?" you bite your lip and lean closer to him, hands behind your back.
"Hm?" he tilts his face so he ca
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
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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