Seven Minutes In Heaven - Male!ReaderxAmerica

~Gigantic Line drawn by a chibi Eren and Levi from Attack on Titan!~

As you pulled your hand out of a hat that must've been magical, given the fact that there were a lot of things in it, Must be England's, you thought, because it was a fancy top hat, and, was well, magical.

And then you realized that you found Texas in your hands. Well fuck. How the hell can you be tsundere* to someone when you're trapped in the same closet as them for SEVEN WHOLE MINUTES?! (Yes, you are a tsundere, hence the beginning for SMIH, you made America cry.) But apparently you were staring at Texas for too long, as America had swiped it out of your hands as he grabbed your arm to lead you to the closet.

"Don't have too much fun in there, okay?" Prussia teased as he turned the stereo music up so loud, that you had to strain your ears to hear him.

As you were lead to the closet, you tried to keep a blank face as you inwardly panicked.Don't do anything stupid in front of Alfred! Aw, damnit! I'm already acting stupid in my mind, what's to say that I won't act stupid in front of him?! Act tsundere! Be tsundere! You know what? Just shut up and be silent the entire time, that works.

Nodding to yourself as America pulled you into the closet, you sat down on the ground staring at the carpet when England, winking at you, locked the door on the two of you. After zoning out for about a minute, you noticed America awkwardly fiddling with his glasses as he fidgeted on the carpet next to you.

"Oi, America." He paused in his fidgeting. "What?" You gulped. Be strong! You told yourself. "Say, if you liked someone, and, they might not have known about your feelings, what would you do?" You weren't sure, but for some reason, you saw a glimmer of hurt in the other country's eyes. But it was gone in an instant second as he smiled up at you.

"Well, dude, I'd tell them my feelings, then take them out for burgers! But if they don't like burgers, we'd eat what they want, as long as I get burgers sometimes! I live off of those, you know!" He chuckled and flashed you a warm smile, making you flush.

"Well, then, if someone liked you, what would you do?" He gave you a surpised look, then that shy, Canada look-alike expression came back as he messed with his glasses. "Uh, I'd like them to tell me straight-forward, and, maybe, have my first kiss?"

You were kind of shocked. Well, time to use France's l' amour lessons. 'Be kind, and gentle, but don't force your love onto others, also be drunk! Wine makes you more passionate!' Well, except that last part.

And then you took a leap of faith that entirely depended on Alfred's answer. "Well then, Alfred, would you mind if I stole that first kiss of yours?"

Congratulations! You've won and rightfully earned a red-faced America! "Uh, I, I...not at all..." Huh, flirting does get you somewhere. Thanks Francis**!

So you grabbed his chin, leaned down and kissed him fully on the lips. America, somehow climbed into your lap as he wrapped his arms around your neck. The moment was perfect. Until England opened the door. "Hey! Lovebirds! Your time's up! Ack! What the?" But you threw a boot at him as you locked the door from the inside, keeping everyone out until you and America, no, Alfred, decided when to finish.

After one last heated kiss, you two separated, your eyes filled with lust. "So, are we, uh, taking this to the bedroom? Or are we not lovers?" Alfred frantically replied, "Ah, I'm not ready yet, but, we are lovers, but, we have a party to get back to!"

Sighing, you hugged him closely as you murmured into his shoulder. "My uke is so kawaii...***" using a word that Japan had taught you. Then you blew into his ear, making him turn red and flush, "But I suppose I can't keep you all to myself, but at least let me fix your hair first."

So there you were, once again, twice, actually, with America facing the wall while sitting in your lap as you fixed his hair, making sure not to touch Nantucket. "It's done." He got up, then grabbed your hand to pull you up as he unlocked the door.

You ignored the wolf whistles and cat calls as America stood on his tip toes to kiss you on the cheek as he said a quick "See you at tomorrow's meeting, (Name)." before leaving somewhere, probably to find England, you supposed.

You sat down between Japan and China as you crossed your arms and legs, tick mark on your tapped your shoulder. You opened one eye to acknowledge him. "Hm?" He held out a manga. Gladly, you took it. "Thanks."

And, irritated, but also happy, you read the manga as you and Alfred snuck glances at each other, trying to ignore the occasional clicks from Hungary, Japan, and - surprisingly - Liechtenstein's cameras.

"Damn yaoi fangirls. And fanboys." You quickly added, nodding at Japan. "No offense, Kiku****"

"..None taken."

Yay! I'm finished!
You belong to America, or rather, he belongs to you.

*tsundere - One who acts mean and violent on the outside, but is all nice and sweet on the inside.

**Francis Bonnefoy - France

***kawaii (desu) - cute in Japanese

****Kiku Honda (Honda Kiku) - Japan