Meteor: Seven Minutes in Hetalia Heaven

Meteor

Bouncing around the party, you socialized with everyone and anyone! When Alfred greeted you, you were excited to see him. However, he had a question to ask you. "Say, you wouldn't want to play Seven Minutes in Heaven, would you dude? OF COURSE YOU WOULD!"

Blinking, you asked what that was.

Alfred replied, "Just the best game ever! Next to winning, of course! So, are you game or what?" Interested, you agreed to this game, 'Seven Minutes in Heaven'. Alfred quickly explained the rules and a hat containing slips of paper was presented to you. Curiosity abound, you adored the idea of randomly meeting up with someone! Hey, all the better for the socializing, right? Eagerly, you pulled out a piece of paper with a type of astrological object written on it.

Even more fascinated, you recited your answer:

"Meteor!"

"Oh?" Alfred winced at the word. "Yikes, well, all right I guess! Ahahaha!"

Confused, you frowned. Yikes? Carefully, you exiled yourself to the closet and the door was closed behind you. Sitting and waiting, you curiously examined the closet as your sight gradually adjusted to the darkness. All things considered, it was a fairly big closet—like one would expect of Alfred. Chewing thoughtfully on your bottom lip, however, you wondered who your partner would be.

Honestly, you would have liked to get Roderich as a partner. Sure, he was cranky and a little moody sometimes, but the thought of him trying to dominate you was tantalizing; not to mention, he had such a sweet side. Then again, he always seemed distant when you showed up at his house, probably because he was paranoid that you and Gilbert had planned a prank on him, so you doubted that he was interested. Sighing, you pouted as the door opened and a figure was shoved inside.

"Well, I never!" Huffed a man with a distinguished Austrian accent. "Alfred, you shall hear about this!"

A disgruntled Roderich stiffly fixed his collar and turned to you. "So," he tried to be polite, but his voice was gruff with irritation—something you found absolutely sexy—as he straightened his shirt cuffs, "who has claimed me tonight? Seeing as how Elizabeta and I certainly have no chance whatsoever of going back out, I am willing to be introduced to a new partner."

His arrogance made you grin. "What happened between you and Elizabeta?

The answer was spoken in an obvious, matter-of-fact tone. "She's interested in Alfred." Suddenly, he started walking towards you. "Now, I desire entertainment. Tell me, pet, is this your first time being seduced by a man?" Lifting an eyebrow at you, he swept a long finger beneath your chin and guided your lips to his. Startled, you gave him a playful push and ducked away from his mouth.

"I'm not going to be your rebound toy." You gave him a flirtatious wink.

"Then why not allow me to court you?" Roderich shot back. "Be my girlfriend."

"Oh?" Such an enticing offer, how could you decline it? "Are you asking me out, Roddy?"

Flushing at the cutesy nickname and sudden change in your tone, Roderich replied, "I'm assuming that's an affirmative response." Without any other warning, he seized your wrist and yanked you against him, his lips dominatingly claiming yours. The contact was heated and it turned you on. Before you could sneak away, his hips slammed against yours and he suddenly had you pinned against the wall.

Eyes wide, you groaned as he kissed you roughly, feverishly moving his lips down your neck, nibbling and biting. You draped your arms around his neck, pushing your chest against his as he pressed against you. One of his hands reached up and gripped your hair, holding your head still as his mouth roamed any exposed skin. Tongue drawing shivers from you as it slid down your throat, Roderich licked back up your neck. The sensations drove you wild.

"A-ah!" You gasped as he slid his free hand up the inside of your leg. "R-Roderich!"

"Shh," he hushed you with a firm but passionate kiss, "I'm in control."

Shuddering at his authoritative tone, you obeyed. Shoving his knee between your legs, he traced delicate circles around your thigh, torturing you with anticipation. Of course, he didn't stop there and started nipping at your earlobe, driving you crazy with lust. This was more than you expected from the likes of Roderich because he always seemed so prim and proper; but, he clearly had a dark, sexual side that you were all too eager to expose.

Moving his mouth back to your lips, he caught you in a sudden kiss and entrenched both of his hands in your hair, murmuring something in German you didn't understand. However, as he deepened the kiss, you were surprised to feel his breathing become heavier. Flushed and feverish when he pulled away, Roderich sharply demanded, "Did you not hear me?"

"I heard you b—ahh!" He pulled you into another kiss, drowning you in a surge of lust.

Head spinning wildly, you gasped upon being released only to be taken again. Roderich embraced you and hurled both of you against the wall, kissing you like a madman. His hands snuck up the back of your shirt, practiced piano fingers playing a series of moans from your lips as he did so. Those warm fingers splayed across your skin, massaging then pinching, and it was driving you crazy. He pressed his hips into yours, practically thrusting them into you, and the bulge rubbing against your crotch made you insane. Fiercely, he whispered in perfectly accented German:

"Ich liebe dich."

Suddenly, banging accompanied by Alfred's voice alerted you to the fact that your time was up. "All right, seven minutes is over! Time to head out!" The door opened and you disengaged from Roderich, reassembling yourself and blushing furiously. Upon seeing you, Alfred laughed. "Looks like you two took a roll in the hay!" Glancing at Roderich, you noticed that his hair was completely messed up, glasses lopsided, and his clothes required straightening—you grinned.

Roderich sighed. "You, little missy, are coming with me." He snatched your hand.

You smiled. "Excellent. It'd be nice to come together."

Halting, the Austrian turned to give you a wry smile. "If that's what you'd like, I have a lovely room at my place that would be perfect for such nonsense."

FINIS.

Congratulations! You have officially conquered the prim and proud Austrian! Consider him yours because every time someone looks at you, he'll be certain to take your hand and hiss, "Mine."

Inspiration

Here For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert