Baseball: Seven Minutes in Hetalia Heaven

Baseball

Weaving your way around people, you heard Alfred calling your name and you excitedly joined him. Thrusting a hat towards you, suspecting you'd be game for Seven Minutes in Heaven, Alfred said, "Why don't ya pull out a name?" Winking, he gave you that grin and immediately you knew what was going on.

Excellent! What's a party without games?

Immediately, your hand delved into the hat and the paper you chose unfolded in your nimble fingers. A sport was written on the paper and you crinkled your nose, preferring that it was a straightforward name. Regaining your smile, however, you looked at Alfred and said:

"Baseball!"

Sly grin weaving around his lips, Alfred suddenly exclaimed, "Ahahaha! You don't say! Did you know that's totally the most awesome one? Like, dude! This is so friggen' awesome!" Lifting an eyebrow, you pretended you didn't know what he meant as you both approached the closet, his hand falling onto your lower back. You turned to look up at him as he opened the door and gave you a push in.

You weren't surprised when he followed you and slammed the door shut.

Darkness.

Alfred grinned and you heard a rustle of clothes. "You ready, baby?"

Lifting an eyebrow, you chuckled, knowing full-well that he was shirtless. He was going to bend the rules of Seven Minutes in Heaven until they snapped and you were more than willing to help apply the pressure. With a confident smirk, you replied, "Don't call me 'baby'." You flicked your hair over your shoulder, enthusiasm sparked. "Call me your girlfriend."

Excitement exploded. Lunging towards you, Alfred tackled you into the wall, lips hovering over yours. Heart stumbling as you tripped back, you smiled as he pressed his bare chest on yours and trapped you with his hips. "Sounds good," Alfred breathed, "if you can handle me." Pulse throbbing, you shoved him playfully, successfully maneuvering out from underneath him.

"You think you can handle me?" Eyes glinting, you challenged him with the wagging of a finger. "Bring it."

Foot nearly slipping on his discarded shirt as the American recklessly crashed into you, you found yourself in his arms. Head spinning wildly, you groaned. Heated body rubbing against yours, Alfred shoved you against the closed door and pressed hot kisses down your neck. You gasped when he seized your lower back and pressed your hips into his, grinding tightly against you. Bulge swelling in his tight confines, you were delighted by the shivers electrifying your spine.

Hands grasping fistfuls of your clothes, Alfred yanked your collar down and you instinctively pushed your chest up only to have it collide with his as his mouth claimed the hollow of your neck. Slick tongue sneaking out, he dragged it down your neck, savoring your sweet moans. Lifting your hips, you thrust harder as he started kissing you feverishly, hot mouth tracing over the territory he already marked. Turning up the heat, he started running his hands over your body and it made you crazy.

You just couldn't get enough.

Fisting his hair with one hand, clutching the back of his neck with the other, you exclaimed, "Kiss me! Ahh…Alfred…!" Clever smirk playing across his lips, his hands crept up the back of your shirt and he sank his fingers into your back, pulling your burning body against his. Circling his tongue around your cheek, friskily biting your nose, he teased you with a nuzzle against your neck—but he didn't kiss you.

"What was that, baby?" Alfred winked. "You want me to kiss you?"

Exhaling heavily, erotically against your neck, he made your senses prickle. You moaned when his leg moved between yours and pushed up. Seductively fanning his breath over your exposed skin, you struggled to repeat your demand as he licked your throat, your jaw, and suddenly found your ear. Latching gently onto the lobe with practiced teeth, he nibbled and suckled affectionately, lustfully. Senses overwhelmed like you were seduced by a fever, you surrendered.

But only momentarily.

Embracing the American, elbows rubbing against his muscular abdomen, you sank your nails into his shoulder blades. Further aroused, Alfred bit back a groan. You smirked when his lips started moving towards yours, victory within your grasp.

However, triumph was wrenched from you when you heard Elizabeta outside the door. "Time is up you two! Out of the closet before you break it!" Eyes snapping open, you glared venomously at Alfred as he laughed, gave a little shrug, and released you. Strolling towards the door, the American wrongly thought he could escape so easily.

"You haven't kissed me yet, Alfred."

"Oh?" Alfred placed his hand on the doorknob. "What are you going to do about it, baby?"

Feral with fervent adoration, your hand dove for his, effectively holding it still, and you crashed your lips into his mouth. Immediately releasing the doorknob, Alfred tangled his fingers in your hair, moving his lips intensely against yours. Flinging your arms around his neck, you drew the two of you closer until your combined body heat set your heart ablaze. The kiss was on fire and you were stirring the flames.

Sliding his tongue into your mouth, Alfred found his hands lowering to your waist, then to your rear, and you grinned as he cupped it and kissed you eagerly. Nothing tasted or felt so good in comparison to Alfred and you knew that so very, very well. No one could stop either of you when you were together and there was no way in heaven or hell that you were breaking that kiss.

When Elizabeta peeked in to see if she should try breaking you apart, she decided to give you guys another seven minutes.

FINIS.

Claimed by a hero, you will certainly be kept by this hero; you make Alfred crazy with love and he admires you more than you know. He cares for you and wants to make you his in more ways than one, so tread carefully~! I suspect you'll be dining upon lemons in your future.

Inspiration

Fever by Cascada