Asteroid: Seven Minutes in Hetalia Heaven

Asteroid

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:

"Asteroid!"

The American blanched. "Oh man! Seriously? Oh well," Alfred bit his lip, "rules are rules!" Eyeing him oddly, you wondered about his reaction, but didn't ask. Glancing behind yourself as you stumbled into the closet, the door closed quicker than you thought it would. Crawling towards the keyhole, you suddenly heard Alfred speaking heatedly to someone. "Dude, you'd better not do anything to her in there or I'll be sure that another miracle on ice happens fast!"

The voice that came next sent shivers down your spine.

"Oh please, I do not wish to harm her; just steal a little kiss, da?"

Ivan. Breathing became difficult. You had heard so many terrible things about the Russian that you were wary of spending seven minutes alone in a closet with him. When you heard the doorknob whine in protest before being shoved aside, reverberations from your heart shook your throat. His entire frame fills the doorway! I—I never realized he was so…tall! With a pleasant slam, the door shut and darkness ensued. W-well maybe this won't be so bad…

"Now, where are you my little pet?"

Moving towards you swiftly, Ivan's voice drew you in as enjoyably as a predator's. Like a beautiful flower with poisonous intentions, he made you lower your guard long enough for you to whisper, "Right here." As soon as the words left your lips, he crushed them with his hot, hungry mouth. Kissing you aggressively, seizing your face with his hands, you had no choice but to submit and—in the strangest way—you didn't mind. Ivan was a fierce but fervent kisser; he made the kiss hard but sweet. Cautiously, you draped your arms around his neck deciding that, if you were stuck here with him, you might as well enjoy it.

Mouth pleasing yours as your tongue slyly slipped into his mouth, Ivan murmured between exchanges, "Ahh, you taste so very, very good." He groaned as you eagerly pressed your lips into his as he guided you onto his lap. "I wonder how the rest of you tastes, da?" Too busy kissing him to notice his wandering hands, you weren't aware that he was up to no good until he flipped your shirt up and pinned you onto your back, straddling you instantly.

"Ivan!" You giggled nervously. "What are you doing?"

"You'll see," he smiled, pressing his lips against your bare stomach, grabbing your hips and squeezing them.

"I-is this part of the rules? This isn't going too far?"

Wet tongue sliding against your abdomen, making your muscles cringe, Ivan breathed a soft exhale against your shivering skin, "No, it is not against the rules. I can do anything I want." His hands traveled up your stomach to your chest, where he started kneading your breast. Leaping at the sensations, you drove your hips upward, but they didn't go far when Ivan weighed his body harder against yours, trapping you. "I can touch you whenever I like," his other hand started sliding up the inside of your leg and a cold sweat edged down your forehead, "wherever I like."

Moaning as one hand traveled up the inside of your thigh, tracing delicious, teasing circles around it, you bucked your hips, not knowing quite what you wanted. Ivan started nibbling on your stomach as his other hand slipped beneath your bra. Erotic desires dancing with the butterflies in your stomach, you gasped and groaned as he touched you, and instinctively started rubbing your leg against his crotch. If he was going to drive you crazy, you were going to drive him insane.

"A-ah!" You groaned as his fingers lightly pinched your sensitive nipple. "I-Ivan!"

"Yes, my sweet?" His voice sounded harder; the more you grinded your leg against him, the harder it was for him to maintain composure.

"I—I want you!" The words were unfamiliar but instinctual. "T—touch me!"

Lust motivating him, Ivan removed his hand from beneath your bra, giving your breast a hard squeeze, and brought his hand to your waistband, tugging at the futile piece of clothing. "My dear," Ivan lifted his head to give you his cruelest smile, "by the time I am through, your voice will be so sore from begging, your body aching inside and out with bruises, that you will either thank me or curse me for fulfilling your command." Shudders gripped you just as his hand plunged down your pants.

Alfred was suddenly at the door. "All right you Commie, time is up!"

Before you knew what was happening, the loudmouthed American burst into the room and Ivan yanked you to your feet, steadying you gracefully. "All right, we're going, we're going." Ivan grinned smilingly and Alfred looked worriedly at you. You merely beamed and gave him a quaint wave. The Russian chuckled and whispered in your ear, "Good girl." He disengaged from you and his parting promise aroused trembling anticipation: "I will be back for you."

FINIS.

Wow! You took a bite of the forbidden fruit and it has seduced you. Granted, your seducer was just as tempted and now just as mad with passion as you are. Beware of Belarus, when she discovers that Russia has finally discovered such a prize, she will surely be jealous.