Spain
"Spain!" You say aloud, your stomach fluttering. This is great! Spain, the friendly, warm nation who's been your crush since forever. He looks stunned, but gives you a big grin and grabs your hand again. "Let's go, chica." He winks. The two of you get propelled into the closet by Hungary, who grins at you. The door closes, and you are alone with him. Feeling brave, you lean toward him and put your free hand on his chest. He leans down and your lips connect. The passion is enough to knock you off your feet. So this is what love is like. He pulls away, and you instantly feel scared. Does he not like you in this way? But no, he's starting to talk. "Chica, I never told you this before, but I love you. More than just in a game." You just smile up at him, not wanting to break this beautiful moment.