(Name) gulped as he got a piece of paper, opening it, he blanched, and everybody froze as an awkward silence evolved. But then Iceland finally got up. "Okay, big deal, it's just a name on a paper, give me that!" He yanked it out of the taller boy's - well, he looks like he's a boy, but actually he's -hands as he uncrumpled the wad of paper. Unfolding it, he froze, then, gripping the slip of paper, a tick mark grew as he heavily blushed. Mr. Puffin landed on his shoulder, leaning down to read the note.

"Hm, I approve, have fun Mrs. Iceland, don't forget us in Lala Land when you are married to Mr. Iceland- mph!" His beak was clamped by his friend before Mr. Puffin flew over and landed on Norway's shoulder. "Fine, be that way. Be in denial. Hmph. Touchy, touchy." The bird muttered.

Smirking, Norway strode over to his younger brother as he plucked the paper out of the still shocked country's hands. "Oh~, looks like you got (Name) to go in the closet with, little brother. Well now, don't have too much fun in there, sit up straight, be polite, and use your tongue. Also, that can be implied in both ways." He murmured as he picked Iceland up as if he were a wooden board, holding him to his side with one arm.

Confused by the whole ordeal, (Name) just numbly followed Norway as he sat down and hugged his knees beside the still frozen Iceland inside the closet that Norway just locked the exit to. Later on, Iceland "woke up" when he began to blink rapidly and used an eye dropper. Looking left, he noticed that (Name) was in a close proximity to him. Looking right, towards the wall, he slightly tinted red.

"..." (Name) attempted to make conversation. "So, uh," he nervously chuckled as he scratched the back of his neck, "how was your day?" For a couple seconds, Emil did not answer, but eventually he replied, "...It was fine, I found a puffin family when I was in my country, but people are starting to hunt them. Mr. Puffin is getting worried about most of his breed, the Atlantic Puffin. People are eating it to survive, or, or as a delicacy."

He sighed, and then without question, just leaned into (Name)'s chest. Freezing up,(Name) widened his eyes as Iceland began to sleep on the other male, putting his hands next to his head on (Name)'s chest. "I haven't been getting much sleep either, I've been trying to find a way for people to stop hunting puffins in my country, while still pleasing them with a compromise of some sort. It's messing with my work schedule. Just, let me fall asleep. I'll be out of your way when the seven minutes are up." He murmured as he dozed off. (Name) sighed as he leaned on the wall, thinking about stuff on his mind.

Several minutes later, Norway opened the door a bit. "He asleep?

"Yup." Norway sighed out a breath. "He hasn't been sleeping, like, at all. It's only so much that a country can take. He does like you back though, if the blushing is any indication. But you wouldn't notice if Denmark started a fan page about you and himself. Which he did, by the way, he calls it the Awesome Pair, America and Prussia feel left out. Also, you get the entire party to confess, here's the key to the closet, uh, see you tomorrow, I guess, Alfred's getting mattresses out, so bye.."

(Name) sighed as Norway closed the door. Several minutes later, Iceland stirred. Rubbing his eyes, he stared confused at (Name). "Huh? Hasn't the seven minutes passed?" (Name) was at a fork in the road. Lie, or tell the truth? If he told Iceland that he had the key to the closet, he might leave.

Transition~ 2nd Person Point of View

Iceland waved a hand in your face. "(Name)? I said, have the seven minutes gone by?" You opened your mouth, but feigned losing your voice. Confused, Iceland raised an eyebrow. "You...lost your voice?" Nodding your head, you sheepishly (and not to mention falsely) smiled as you scratched the back of your head in apology.

You also started to feel drowsy for some reason. Was it, was it that (drink) that you had? Hm, maybe Alfred or Ludwig's brother Prussia had spiked it. Or worse, France. Hm, no wonder the (drink) tasted like intoxicated grape and cherry. Bleh.

Nodding on and off, your captive noticed your weariness. "Ah, (Name), perhaps you're tired? Uh," his eyes darted to the side, " perhaps, you could, sleep on, my, lap ." Blinking your eyes, fighting back the force pushing onto them, you remembered what Norway had said.

"...He does like you back though, if the blushing is any indication. But you wouldn't notice if Denmark started a fan page about you and himself..."

Nodding your head, you took off your dark (favorite color) hoodie, and under that was a (2nd favorite color) t-shirt. Stretching, someone could get a glimpse of results from a recent workout and training program with the Alfred Jones, and we aren't talking about you. Iceland covered his blush with one hand but was surprised when you wrapped your sweater around him.

"But, won't you be cold-" Shaking your head, you made a motion with your hand to make him wear it. Letting out a shaky breath, he admitted, "...It's warm..." but then he snapped out of a loving trance, and in his eyes you could see, sadness? "Uh, you can sleep on my legs now, or something."

You shook your head once more, as you grabbed Iceland to hug him to your chest. Struggling to get away, Iceland ended up pushing the two of you to the ground. He blushed at the close proximity between you two. "(N-Name), w-what are you, doi-" [this is for my fangirls out there! And dem yaoi guys too! I'd like to thank my iPad, and the internet, and the inventor of technology-] but you silenced him with a kiss that felt mind blowing.

Later on, neither of you knew how long, you broke apart for air, you smiling while the other shocked and confused. "W-why, b-but, I didn't think that you liked me back that way." Opening your mouth, you replied, "Well, I kinda realized it a long the way. I'm a bit dense, you see." You grinned as Iceland blushed and buried himself into your chest, your sweater covering the both of you.

"So, night, Emil, that is, if I can call you that?"

He replied something muffled into your chest.

"What was that?"

He tilted his head, face burning. "I said, 'that Mr. Puffin calls me Mrs. Iceland,

Mr. (Name) who is apparently, uh, ally, or treaty marriage, because I'm pretty sure that this may or may not be illegal, wait, you can talk, were you-" But you were already knocked out, protectively hugging Emil in the gentlest way, cradling him as you both snuggled beside each other.

The door creaked open slowly, so as to not disturb the inhabitants inside, a triumphant Norwegian holding a key up in the air as he grinned. "Little brother marries friend, success! Or is it, little sister now? Mr. Puffin, what do you think?"

Reaching a hand out, you closed the door quietly, and relocked it, going back to sleep. It was then that Norway and the puffin realized, that their key was gone. Shit, they promised Hungary some pictures. Oh well, there was tomorrow.

~Extended Ending~ Third Person Point of View

Eyes slowly blinked open, their owner wondering why the pillow was so warm, only to realize, that the pillow was the person that he had admired from afar. Wondering why he was hugging (Name), and vice versa, he decided to wait for him to wake up...

Hours later...Iceland finally realized that fruity scent in the closet air; wine. Groaning, he reached out his free arm, given that what was attached to it was being held captive by an athletic country,

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and repeatedly slapped (Name) over and over until he woke up.

"Wake the fuck up, (Name)! The door's still locked, and I want to know why your holding me like a lover!" It wasn't like he liked it or anything, he hated it in fact! An invasion of personal spaces! Somehow, by luck, or perhaps magic, why hadn't Norway done this sooner, the key went under the door. (Name), having woken up, grabbed Iceland's other hand, and tightened his hold on the other country in an effort to shut him up and make him sleep.

"(Name)! Let go off me! I need to get up!"

That didn't work, so do like those modern day romance novels, kiss people to shut them up, okay, that could work. The results?

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A nervous Iceland who wanted to blame the kiss on (Name) being drunk. Okay, he could work with that, and (Name) snuggled Emil even more, and eventually Emil gave up, trying to go back to sleep. But when the breathing began to slow, the door slammed open so fast that you couldn't hear it, but it was stopped by magic before it could hit the wall.

Getting a camera, Norway and Hungary frantically took pictures. Well, Hungary took them with a mad gleam in her eye and a crazy grin, whereas Norway had a blank expression as he madly clicked the capture button on the camera. Denmark took a few for his blog, newly named, The Awesome Barber Shop Quartet!...Though we actually can't cut any hair except our own...