Kenya dragged herself through the snow. Don't get me wrong, she loved parties. She was just too lazy to want to get up and go over to China's house while it was snowing. Being an African country and all, she wasn't used to all of this cold.
She nearly screamed for joy when she started to see the light of China's house. She almost ran the rest of the way there. Sprinting would have been near impossible because of the snow on the ground. She smiled as she stepped up to the door.
"Singapore, you better not have started Seven Minutes in Heaven without me." She smiled, knocking on the door. Hawaii soon greeted her at the door. Canada's arms were wrapped tightly around her waist like if he'd let go, she would disappear... Or he would...
"Hey! Just in time! We're playing Seven Minutes in Heaven." Hawaii said, letting Kenya through. She smirked. She hoped that they weren't too far into the game or else the closet would probably be wrecked already.
Kenya was a little perverted if you would ask her, but if you would ask anyone else they would all tell you that she was just as perverted as Prussia. The little potato smasher. Kesesesese!
She brought herself over to one of the couches after shedding her coats. This left her in a cute, black and hot pink punk looking dress where one sleeve fell off of the shoulder. The dress had a version of the Kenyan flag, only filled in with black and pinks. She wore fish net leggings underneath and some sexy ankle high boots. She was hoping to catch the eye of her former boyfriend: France.
About a year ago, Kenya and France were together. Any country would say that they were the cutest couple, accept for England. She saw the french-man sitting across the room from her, apparently enjoying a glass of wine. Oh, his hair is absolutely luscious! Kenya couldn't keep her perverted thoughts away from herself. I wonder if he's already been picked before. No, that's ludicrous! If he had already gone, he would be stuck to that girl like glue.
Kenya decided to waste away her time until it was her turn by taking to the dance floor. A popular American song played. The song had an awesome beat and it got Kanya dancing in such a way that France had to stop drinking to watch her. It made France nearly die inside watching her move like she was without him.
Yeah ah ha
you know what it is
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Yeah ah ha
you know what it is
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Yeah ah ha, you know what it is
everything I do, I do it big
Yeah ah ha, screaming that's nothing
when I pulled out of the lot, that's stunting
reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
I put it down from my whip to my diamonds
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Why had he ever given up his girl? Why ever let Kenya go? France obviously didn't have a clue, but now and ever since he told her that he wanted to see other people, he wanted her back so desperately that he would let his nomadic relationship habits go. He would stop looking at any other girl but her. He wouldn't hold anything more than a simple conversation with any other girl but her. He was pretty sure though that she wouldn't take him back.
Despite this, he walked onto the dancefloor and began dancing next to Kenya. He swung his hips in a seductive manner, trying to reel her in like he could so many other girls.
"France!" Kenya yelled over the music. "If you're going to dance, dance with me!" France smiled and placed his hands on her hips, bringing them closer to his own. Their hips swayed together to the beat.
Kenya was tired out. Dirty dancing took a lot more out of her than she remembered. She picked up her glass and took a sip of her wine. She wasn't drunk yet and that was good enough for her.
"Kenya," A voice said from behind her. She knew this voice as her cousin, Cuba's. "You got picked for Seven Minutes in Heaven."
Kenya sighed, set her wine down and entered the closet without a care in the world as to who she got. She walked in and leaned against the back wall and closed her eyes.
She heard the door shut, two hands held her's and a pair of lips were immediately on her's. Out of instinct, she pushed the man away.
"Quelle est la matière, mon bel amour?" The familiar voice of France asked. He didn't sound cocky, he sounded genuinely hurt. He could feel true tears well up in his eyes.
"France... You pervert. Why did you kiss me?" Kenya asked, even though she wanted him to kiss her again. "We broke up, remember?"
"I'm so sorry, mon amour." France moved his eyes down to the floor. He let go of her hands and started backing away. "I just... I could help it."
Now he was really crying. It wasn't just a few stray tears now, they were pouring down his cheeks. He tried to cover his face with his hands, but they soon were too wet.
Kenya couldn't believe that he had been reduced to such a state.
"France?" Kenya asked, moving closer to France.
"I'm sorry, Kenya." He said through tears. "I'm sorry. I still love you so much... I can't help it..." He sobbed, sinking to the floor. Kenya lowered herself down next to him. "I made a huge mistake in letting you go. After we broke up, all I could think about was you. I tried to surround myself with pretty girls to take you off of my mind, but it didn't work. Each of them reminded me of you. I stayed up many nights thinking about you, wondering why I had asked you to leave."
"France," Kenya said, taking his hands away from his face and wiping away some of his tears. "If you wanted me back, you could have just asked me."
France sat there for a moment, hoping she had said what he thought.
"Voulez-vous être mon amant une fois de plus?" He asked, sitting up taller. Kenya answered his question with a kiss.
She pulled his chin toward her's and pressed her lips against his. They were as soft as rose petals, just like she remembered. France's hands quickly found her waist and he began to draw circles on them with his thumbs. Kenya wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed into the kiss harder. France ran his tongue along her lips, asking for entrance. She let him in and his tongue swam aroung her mouth, exploring everything he could reach. France's fingers found the hem of her dress and started slowly bringing them up along her thigh.
Bam! In flew the door, knocked down by a drunk America with a lightly entoxicated India clinging to his waist.
"Time's up Suckas!" He laughed, then left to go check on Singapore and Japan, who were still together in the closet in the other room. France stood up, then offered his hand to Kenya. She took his hand, then he pulled her up and moved to the couch. He sat her down on his lap and started singing french into her ear.
"So, you got her back? Is that right you Frog?" England called out from across the room.
"Yes I did! Unlike you I can actually get a girl!"
"Say that again you wanker!"
Kenya only smiled. They bickering was cute.