Fantasy: Seven Minutes in Hetalia Heaven

Fantasy

"Hey! Wanna play Seven Minutes in Heaven?" Alfred yelled at you from across the bustling room. Scowling, this wasn't a game you liked, but you went along with it anyway. Alfred, the annoying git that he was, approached you with his trademark grin and a suspicious-looking hat, and teased, "Yo! Since you're so fond of all that book nonsense, you gotta pick a genre out of this hat!"

Shoving the hat towards you, leering, Alfred watched you withdraw a folded piece of paper. Suddenly, you weren't sure if this was a good idea. Carefully unfolding it, you skeptically observed the word.

Alfred leaned over your shoulder. "Well? What is it dude? C'mon! Spit it out!"

Grimacing, you replied:

"Fantasy."

Lifting an eyebrow, Alfred muttered something you didn't catch and you waltzed toward the closet, unescorted. You knew that if you didn't walk willingly that Elizabeta was sure to ambush you. Safely inside the closet, you flung the door shut and sat in the corner, waiting. With a yawn, you leaned against the wall. To think, you could have been at work doing something productive instead of partying all night long; somehow, it didn't seem worth it…

…until a certain Englishman was shoved into the closet.

"Watch those bloody hands, you twit!"

Alarmed and sitting bolt upright, you dodged an incoming Arthur as he was unceremoniously shoved into the closet, cursing and shaking his fists. "Arthur!" You exclaimed, enthusiastic as soon as he entered. Brightened by his arrival, you had to admit that you'd been eyeing him for quite some time, but the opportunity to make a move never arose—until now. You were thrilled when the door closed and you were alone, however, you waited for him to make the first move.

"Ahem," Arthur cleared his throat, "sorry about all the ruckus, love."

Blushing, you loved his accent and had to admit the endearing 'love' tacked onto the end of the sentence was a plus. Leaning towards him you replied, "That's quite all right. I'm guessing this game isn't your favorite either?" You noticed him inching towards you as he nodded and laughed somewhat nervously. Your heart raced when he stopped, nose-to-nose with you.

"Well," Arthur pulled back suddenly, "I decided to play this game on one condition."

"Oh?" You lifted an intrigued eyebrow. "Which was?"

Eyebrows narrowing as he attempted a confident façade, Arthur declared, "That I would get time with you." Fingers sweeping beneath your chin, making your heart pound, he drew your lips to his, but faltered and kissed your cheek. Not knowing whether to be disappointed or excited, you blinked back your confusion as he cleared his throat again. "You probably, erm, want an explanation, right?"

He didn't look at you, but assumed you nodded. You just stared. "Y-you see," he confessed, "I have loved you for a very long time and when our friendship developed into something stronger, I didn't know how to approach the situation. You have this way about you," he looked into your eyes suddenly, "that makes me want to hold you. You're comforting; you make me happy and secure. I, quite candidly, adore you."

He paused, allowing your response, but you only murmured, "R-really?"

"Yes," he swallowed hard, "really."

Releasing a delighted laugh, you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him. "Arthur! I love you so much!" You kissed his cheek, nuzzling against him. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? It's seemed like you've been avoiding me. Ohh, whatever, though; I'm just happy you feel the same way!"

Leaning your head against his chest, you smiled. "Yes, well," he blushed as you warmed up to him, practically in his lap, "I—I thought it was silly, love that is, so I tried to avoid you, half-hoping it would go away. But then it didn't." His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you against him as he lifted your chin with his free hand. His lips hovered above yours and you stretched your neck, wanting that kiss so very badly. Arthur smiled. "I'm glad I fell in love with you, my dear."

And then, he pressed his lips into yours.

Draping your arms around his neck, burying your hands in his hair, you deepened the sweet, sincere kiss. Raking his fingers up the back of your neck so that you shivered in anticipation, Arthur held your waist and moved his lips fervently against yours. Passionately embracing you closer to him as one of his fingertips trailed your thigh, Arthur kissed you lovingly.

This was too perfect.

Until Alfred started banging on the door.

"Arthur? You better not be banging her in there!"

"Oui! You Johnny Pervert!"

Mortified, you pulled back from Arthur to glare angrily at the door. How dare Francis and Alfred! Before you could do anything, your Englishman pecked your cheek and murmured, "Just a moment, love." He strode towards the door and thrust it open. That's when the shouting started. "Would you two blasted gits kindly leave me alone? I don't want to be disturbed, so bog off and get lost!" You withheld a laugh as Arthur slammed the door.

You could easily imagine Alfred and Francis staring at the closet in utter bewilderment.

"Now," Arthur smiled pleasantly at you, "would you mind if I escorted you home tonight?"

"On one condition," you presented a coy finger to his lips, "you have to stay until morning."

Arthur chuckled, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. "Consider it done."

FINIS.

Gyah~! I love Arthur. You're one lucky lass, because this was the only opportunity you had to get him! He only appears once in the results and now he's all yours!

Inspiration

I Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore by REO Speedwagon