"Ok, first up! China, I choose you!" he flung the hat, Frisbee style, at the elder Asian nation. China caught it in an unbelievably cool way, only having to extend one hand in the air. He yanked a card out of the hat.

"_..." he said, looking at it.

You blushed as Japan opened the closet door for you and China. Once inside, you heard a click as the door shut and America saying "You have seven minutes."

"WE KNOW THAT YOU GIT!" England exclaimed. The whole room seemed to shush him, and you could hear Russia quietly "kolkolkol"-ing under his breath.

"So, China…" you began.

"So, _..."

Trying and failing to come up with something to say that wasn't an excited sort of squeal, you said "Uhh…great weather, huh?"

He looked at you strangely. "I guess, aru."

You looked down at your feet and counted the minutes as they passed by. After about three minutes, you looked up and said "Hey, China, I meant to ask you… you don't, like, like me right? Because that would be totally weird, right?

"Uhh…no, of course not."

"Oh, ok, good, good…"

You spent the next three minutes awkwardly standing around. However, when you looked down at your watch and realized you had fifteen seconds left, you knew you didn't want to leave the closet with nothing. In your last seconds of privacy, you threw yourself at China and planted an awkward kiss on his lips. If he didn't like it, he certainly didn't say so. In fact, when the door opened again and light flooded into the small space, you could see he was smiling. Judging from the soreness in your cheeks, he wasn't the only one.

"Dude, China, way to go bro!" America said.

"Ohonhonhonhon~!" France laughed. If there was one thing you knew about France, he definitely knew how to ruin a romantic moment.