DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR DRUGS (BECAUSE DRUGS ARE BAD!). I ONLY OWN MY OC, Lumena, WHILE MY FRIENDS OWN THEIR OCS, Kryoto and Faresia. ENJOY!
Romano P.O.V.
The time was 9:00 pm and if it were any normal Saturday at 9:00 pm, I'd be at home reading one of the fucking romance novels that I did NOT enjoy reading (Lulu: tsundere personality coming out already, I see…), though were still addicted to all the same because of that damn tomato bastard (Lulu: for beginners in the Hetalia world, tomato bastard = Spain); but this wasn't a normal Saturday.
No, this was a Saturday that was completely abnormal because of one thing: I was invited to a party! I'm seriously not joking here, that Lumena girl had invited me to a party thrown by herself and the other two members of her fucking odd trio. I was NOT happy about being invited to a party I did NOT want to go to (Lulu: Liar, Liar, pants on fire), but I thought that I might as fucking well; it was rare for me to get party invitations and, as much as I HATED socializing with people, I knew that I probably wouldn't get another chance to go to a party for a while unless Veneziano got invited to something like he always did and decided to drag me along.
So here I was, dressed in a t-shirt stripped with the Italian flag colors, ripped dark-colored jeans, black tennis shoes, and a pair of black sunglasses because the sun had been bright that day and they just made me look like a freaking badass, though I didn't really freaking care (Lulu: Again, liar, liar, pants on freaking fire), as I waited for the door to be flung open like it usually was. How did I know the doors would be flung open? Well, I've come to Kryoto's house a few times because of the architecture; I mean, the house is in the freaking clouds! How the hell did someone build an entire city on freaking clouds?! That freaking mystery was something I was never able to solve and I had decided to stop trying to solve it before it drove me completely freaking insane. So yeah, I know a bit about Kryoto's house. I knocked on the door and stepped back from the door so that it wouldn't smack me in the face when it was mysteriously flung open.
The house didn't look like it usually did, but I shrugged that off; there are so many things about Kryoto's freaking house that I don't freaking understand and I probably never freaking will. I headed over to the bar area and sat on one of the empty barstools.
"Anything for you, sir?" the bartender asked. This bartender was a particularly freaking strange girl with neon pink hair that was cut short, clear-grayish eyes, and overly pale skin that was barely hidden by a freaking skanky bartender outfit that I thought probably came out of one of Japan's freaking comic books (Lulu: IT'S MANGA! YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS! YOU'RE IN A MANGA!NEVER FORGET THAT!). The girl was also wearing heavy freaking make-up and had freaking multiple ear piercings that looked both painful and badass.
"Just some freaking water would be freaking fine." I replied with my usual attitude. I was not in the mood to get freaking drunk so I could get taken advantage of by someone like the tomato bastard, or even worse…the wine bastard (France); it would be a freaking nightmare if I ended up being dragged to his house for him to do who fucking knows what to me. Just the thought of something like that happening sent shivers down my spine. The freaking strange bartender girl gently placed a glass of water on the counter in front of me, making sure none of it had spilled. I raised an eyebrow at this (Lulu: insert England eyebrow joke here), but then just shrugged and drank the entire glass in one go. I reached for my wallet to pay for the water, but the weird bartender lady just shook her head.
"It's on the house." The girl said (Lulu: Who pays for freaking water?!). I didn't give any thanks, but nodded my head and stood up, making my way over to one of the empty tables on the other side of the house. I plopped down into one of the booths and watched everyone else have fun out there, kind of wanting to freaking join them…wait what?! Oh god I couldn't have gotten drunk already could I?! all I had was that water…then again, that bartender girl did look strange; what if she poisoned the water or something?!
That bitch! I thought. That freaking bitch, I'm gonna, I'm gonna…I'm gonna stop trying to think cause I really don't want to right now. And at that point in time, I was officially drunk off my fucking ass. What I during the hour after that event, I'll never freaking know or remember…though I'm pretty sure there was some dancing and drinking involved, and some cute red-headed girl…never mind. Anyway, after that full hour, I remember being freaking dragged by some girl to a dark hallway, far away from the party; I think the girl was pretty, though my vision was really blurry and I could barely see her.
When we stopped at some door at the end of the hall, I realized that we weren't alone; there was another girl and someone who looked just like…France? I squinted a bit, trying to get a closer look, and saw that it was indeed France. His blond hair had been messed up from its usual style, his blue eyes were glazed over a bit and half-lidded while filling up with an emotion I couldn't identify at the time, and he was completely and utterly shirtless; how he had gotten shirtless is left up to your imagination, as well as my own. And for some freaking strange reason, he looked…totally freaking hot.
Crap, I'm that drunk! I screamed in my mind. You've gotta be freaking kidding me!
Then all of a sudden, the door in front of us flung open and someone shoved me inside, locking the door behind me. I suddenly found myself trapped in a closet and, after a few moments, I realized that I wasn't alone. I slowly turned around and found that I was in one of my worst nightmares; I was trapped in a closet with the wine bastard himself, FUCKING FRANCE! And the worst part was that I was actually kind of excited about it…damn it.
"You have exactly seven minutes, no more and no less. Do whatever you want." A voice I identified as Faresia called as she and the other girl walked away, their footsteps loud and quickly receding. I tried to scream for her to let me out but when I tried to talk, nothing came out.
Now I was alone in a dark closet with France, there was no one to save me, and I couldn't scream for help! Worst of all, the wine bastard's perverted instincts were finally kicking in and he had breathed hotly onto my ear before nibbling it a bit, causing me to turn the color of a tomato (Lulu: insert fan-girl swoon here). Without warning, France turned me so that I was facing him and pulled me into a kiss, which ended like most kisses people have with France; with tongue, lots and lots of tongue. I now understood the emotion that was in France's eyes before we were thrown into the closet; it was lust, pure, pure lust, and it scared, as well as excited me. I kept trying to pull away and kept trying to scream for help, even if my voice was gone, but he just held me to him tighter, making me blush even more.
When the kiss was broken, France did something that made me give up completely; he rubbed the one wild curl that always stood apart from the rest, my erogenous zone! That made turn completely red (even more red then I was before) and most of the blood was rushing southward (Lulu: insert extremely perverted thoughts/nosebleeds here and here's a tissue *hands tissue*). That was when I gave up on trying to reject him; all I could think about then and there was actually submitting to the fucking bastard. I kissed him, and it lasted much longer than the last time, only breaking for a moment when we had to breathe before resuming.
I barely noticed when he pulled at my jean's zipper, making them instantly fall down around my legs before he reached for his own zipper and did the same. His hand was at my boxers and he was just about to pull them down…and that was when the door opened; that was a bit embarrassing, but it didn't stop us from continuing to make out in front of them. After a few seconds, the girl who had opened the door dragged the two of us out by the arms as the girl next to her shoved a new couple in.
"If you want to continue, there's an empty bedroom three doors down." The girl next to us said, handing us the pants that we had nearly forgotten in the closet and pushing us away from it. France and I ignored the girl as we continued making out all the way to the bedroom she spoke of and…continued what we started in the closet.
Meanwhile Elsewhere in the house-
Lumena was in the girls bathroom, having just removed the neon pink wig, gray contacts, and heavy make-up she had been wearing. She heard Kryoto and Faresia come in, but didn't turn around as she began to remove the various clip-on ear piercings she had put on earlier as part of her disguise. Operation "Drug Romano and France" was a complete sucess.
"Are you ever going to tell us what you put in Romano's water and France's wine?" Faresia asked, still utterly curious as to why her friend hadn't told the other two what she had done.
"That my friend." Lumena replied. "Is a secret known only to mermaids."
SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN ROUND 1 COUPLE #2: RomanoxFrance. This couple had a larger fanbase than the last, but still didn't have a very large one. There was no smut because I cannot write smut; that responsibility falls over to Kryoto. But though I can't write smut, I can write things that allow your imaginations to run wild, so I will now allow you to be as kinky and smexy in your thoughts of what they are doing as you wish and please. Please Review and Have a Hetalia-shaped cookie *leaves a plate of Hetalia-shaped cookies out*