France
Again? You think. How is it possible to get this much bad luck? But... you have to admit you like him. A lot. It's just that you can't admit it to him, he's too insensitive! Finally you grumble, "France. Again." He grins at you. "Ah, ma belle, you know you can't resist my charms."He blows a kiss at you, and suddenly you feel like a helpless little girl. Stop it! You tell yourself. This can't be happening! You actually like him! He drags you into the closet. "Now, listen. Vous know you love me, and there's only one way to convince you." His mouth covers yours once again, and you cling back to him. This kiss is alive and passionate, not like any others you've had before. Finally you push him away. "Okay, Francis. You win. I do, I do love you." You say. He instantly crushes you in a huge hug. "Ah, I knew it. Now we will be togezer forever, non?" Grudgingly, you nod, and continue kissing him for a lot longer than 7 minutes.