((This was half requested, so... Why not? State OCs belong to friends.))

7. Seven Minutes in Heaven

"Yo, dad come play with us!" Brooklyn interrupted Alfred's baking suddenly. New York always had the ability to startle the American with how loud he was.

Alfred poked his head out from the kitchen and gazed at ten of his children sitting in a circle on the living room floor. "Whatcha guys playin'?"

"Truth or dare... EXTREME edition!" Remy (Louisiana) shouted with a crooked grin. "Think you're man enough, pa?"

Samantha (Illinois) was quick to jab her brother in the ribs as he grunted, "I told you to stop using that dumb sexist phrase!"

"This bi-" Remy was cut off as Alfred strode over and lightly smacked him upside the head.

"That's your sister!" The blond rolled his eyes before flopping down into the circle with the rest of his kids.

"It's not actually extreme, Remy just likes to exaggerate things." Ryan (Pennsylvania) muttered and rolled his eyes at his brother.

"Dad, how about you invite your boo-boo?" Brooklyn clicked his tongue and smirked.

"I don't know. Ivan might not be into i-" Alfred was interrupted when said Russian man entered the room with a curious look.

"Ivan might not be into what?" The older nation asked as he looked over the circle.

"Hey, come join us! You two have been so stressed out with the holidays that you could use a little fun in your life!" Samantha smiled sweetly at Ivan and he couldn't help but return it. Alfred having fifty kids was the definition of insanity at first, but after a few months Ivan learned to love them just as his husband did.

"I suppose I can spare an hour," Ivan gave in quickly enough as he took a seat across from Alfred in the ever-growing circle.

"Sweet! A'ight, I'm gonna spin the bottle n' whoeva it lands on has to answer Truth'er Dare." Brooklyn chimed as he reached over and spun the bottle. It landed on Remy and the state narrowed his eyes at the New Yorker challengingly.

Unfortunately for him, Brooklyn had no plans of having mercy. "Truth or dare?~"

"This ain't fair! ... Truth."

"Cool, cool. So Remy my boy, you got a bottle'a whiskey hidin' away somewhere?" Brooklyn leaned forward with a smug look on his face.

Remy opened his mouth to speak, "Man, fu-"

"Language!" Both Alfred and Samantha cut him off at once.

"This is dumb!" Remy argued instead.

"You chose truth homeboy! No takin' it back!" Brooklyn bit his lower lip to stop from himself from laughing.

"Ugh! Fine! Yes." Remy eventually gave in and along with it came a disapproving look from Alfred.

"I told you to get rid of that crap," Alfred huffed.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry pa." Remy sighed heavily and tried to look anywhere other than Alfred's face.

"This conversation ain't over," Alfred looked away just as Samantha was reaching over to grab the bottle.

She flicked her wrist and around and around the bottle went once again. It stopped on Ivan and the slightest shadow of a smile appeared on her face.

"Truth or dare, Mr. Russia?" She asked as Ivan glanced at her in amusement.

"Dare," he replied almost immediately.

"Alright! I dare you and dad to go into the closet and have a seven minutes in heaven session!" She grinned at her own idea as the other kids in the circle pretended to gag.

"Wait, what? Don't I get a say in this?" Alfred looked at his daughter incredulously.

"Nope! Off you two go! Have fun, but not too much fun because you only have seven minutes!"

Ivan said nothing more as he stood up and winked at Alfred before walking over to the coat closet. Alfred glared at his own kids before following after his husband. Set up by my own children!

The kids snickered and giggled to themselves as the closet door closed. It was a tight squeeze, but that didn't seem to stop Ivan's already roaming hands.

"Rules are rules," the amethyst eyed man whispered before capturing his lover's lips in a heated kiss.

Outside the closet the kids high-fived each other at their success.

They spent a lot more than seven minutes in heaven.