Hetalia Party: Green!
Laughing, you walked into Arthur's home with Feliciano, and was immediately promoted to sit in a circle by a rather intimidating Russia.
"Hey_! Hey Italy!" America called, standing in the middle of the circle, a gleam in his eye. In his hand was a top hat, and he was grinning like a child, much like usual. "As I was saying, we should play seven minutes in heaven!" He said rather enthusiastically.
"Or hell..." Someone to your left muttered. You snickered, thinking the exact same thing. That is, until the hat was shoved under your nose. "You draw first!" America said in his 'hero' voice.
Sighing, you plunged your hand into the hat, hoping against hope that you would get Romano. After shuffling the slips of paper around a bit, u pule a random one out.
Unfolding it, you became confused. You looked over the slip of paper, but the only thing on it was green crayon scribbled around carelessly. No writing.
"Green, I guess?" You called. You watched as everyone looked around expectantly, but no one moved.
Suddenly, there was a short huff and Romano stood up. He motioned for you to follow, then walked towards the closet. The room was completely silent.
You did as instructed and walked into the closet, shutting the door behind you. The lock clicked, sounding that the time was beginning.
"I don't get this damn game." Romano said, sounding irritated.
"You're supposed to kiss." You replied bluntly. You were trying your best to not show him you liked him.
"Fine."
Suddenly, his lips touched yours. It was a rather sweet and passionate kiss, which wasn't what you had expected.
Responding quickly, you laid one hand on his chest, the other tangled in his hair. Your hand brushed the right side of his head as you brought it down to wrap around his neck, and he froze. You could have sworn you heard a soft moan, but weren't sure.
He pulled back, grabbing your wrist and removing your hand from his hair. "Careful." He muttered, sounding strained. You realized you had touched his curl, and giggled.
"Sorry." You whispered, still giggling.
He said nothing as he pulled you into an embrace, kissing you once more.
The door burst open, revealing the two of you kissing. You broke apart, blushing as red as a tomato.
Ignoring the whistles and catcalls, the two of you walked out of the closet, hand in hand.