Hetalia Party: Red!

Britain pulled you inside, smiling and saying "This should be fun!"

**About an hour later**

You stood in Vash's living room, seeing too many countries to even begin to count. Everyone was quiet and bored, what with the previous game over with.

Now you sat at the counter, watching Ludwig down various alcohols. "This is boring as hell," he mumbled, slurring most of those words together.

"I quite agree. Maybe we should spice this party up a bit." France said, laughing in his French guffaw. "What do you think _?"

His hand was on your shoulder, and you rounded quickly. "You nasty ass perv, don't touch me!"

Before he could retort, Britain called for everyone's attention. "Why don't we try Seven Minutes in Heaven?"

France laughed, Ludwig groaned, and you grabbed another shot of who knows what. You knew of the game, but wasn't very fond of it.

Next thing you knew, France jerked you around and had a hat full of slips of paper under your nose. You sighed, not wanting a fight, and plunged your hand into the bucket.

Pulling out the first slip of paper you felt, it fell open in your hand. "Green?" you called aloud. No one moved.

Then France guffawed and said "He's asleep again. Try again." His eyes were gleaming, obviously in hope.

You glared at him as your hand plunged into the hat again. This time, you shuffled the slips of paper before pulling one from the bottom.

It too fell open in your hand, and you called lazily "Red." Instantly, a red blindfold covered your eyes, leaving you blind.

A firm hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you forward. "Remember, she can't find out who you are until you hear the door lock!" France called from afar.

you heard a door open, and was ushered inside a small space. The door shut with a loud click, then you heard the door lock from the outside. You reached for the blindfold, a bit irritated that it had been used.

"That was stupid." You mumbled, seeing only the rough outline of the guy who had written "red" on a slip of paper.

"Hey, _, can I ask you something?" The question was suddenly asked, sounding loud in the quiet space.

"Alfred?"

"Yeah..."

"Ask away." you replied smiling into the darkness.

"What do you do when you like someone, but they like your brother?" he asked, sounding shy.

"Well, depends on your brother. If he likes her too, then maybe you should wait and see what happens. There's always a possibility." You said, considering each word.

"But I really like this girl..." He said, sounding sad.

"Then tell her."

Suddenly, you felt his breath on your face. You could see his outline easily now, thanks to a small crack in the wall that let light come through.

"I can't tell her... Maybe I'll show her..." He whispered, then his lips crashed into yours. You stood rigid for a moment, taken aback, but recovered easily.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer and deepening the kiss.

Suddenly, he broke off, and you let a small pouty look cross your face. "Kill joy." You whispered, and he chuckled.

"I thought you liked-"

"No." You said, cutting him off. "I mean, Arthur's a good friend and all, but I've always liked-"

Your sentence was cut off by him kissing you again. His arms wrapped around your waist, yours around his neck.

You both heard the door click, being unlocked, and broke apart. You two had successfully broke apart before anyone saw. France pouted at the apparent lack of action, and Britain looked passive. Apparently, he expected nothing.

'And let's keep it that way...' you thought.