Hetalia Party: Crème!
Your former, and still current hot spring loving Ice prince. Well that's what you called him in your THOUGHTS. Yes love hit you hard for Iceland. Speaking of which, you were forced to play this 'seven minutes in heaven' game. Iceland was modest and smelled of licorice a lot.
He also loathed being forced to call Norway "Oni-chan" [1] although he didn't bother him at all, Iceland was rather fond of Norway and Norway returned such feelings. Vacuuming in boredom you presumed in drawing a color from said hat being thrust upon you. "Crème" you sighed. Of course no one heard you over Denmark's drunken state, so you kicked it up a notch. "Crème!" You yelled, still no one heard you because Denmark, too raised an octave higher.
Obtaining a mega phone you blared it at 11, "I got crème you f-ugly bastards!" This time EVERYONE heard you. You slammed the mega phone in the polished oak floor, smashing it into a thousand shards. "I'll be in the damn closet you douche-bags!" You called back as everyone watched your form disappear into the closet.
Shaking with rage you buried yourself into the pile of fluffy coats in the far back of the closet. There was commotion outside, and after some time light flooded the closet, and the victim was tossed in. A thud and an 'Oomph" were followed suit. Silence shrouded the closet and the air became coated in a poisonous tension. "Who is it?" You called into the dark abyss.
"Iceland." the darkness answered back. He didn't see the point in keeping it secret. He had like you for a while, but his cool composure kept his from admitting anything. He inched forward and rummaged around, attempting at a hide and seek failure at finding you. Your breath hitched when he swiped a hand across your breasts. "Aah! Emil!" you eeped and covered your harassed boob.
He immediately knew what happened and withdrew. He turned his body to face away from you as his cool composure began to wear away. His face was slowly flushing a pink tint, and if Mr. Puffin were here he wouldn't hear the end of it. With a hand tearing back his hair, he hid his face with the other. "_. I didn't mean to do it." He whispered.
You were in awe and shock. He was kawaii with this side of him, but in shock because you NEVER see it. Well Norway does, but you're not too clear on that relationship by the way he worded it... "Iceland. It's okay. You didn't mean it." You crawled over and cuddled to him. His breath hitched this go round and you giggled. "Relax I'm not a child molester." You pecked his cheek and his heart skipped a beat.
He ghosted a hand over the newly warm place on his right cheek. He glanced down at your cuddling form. He wrapped his arms around your waistline and pulled you closer, resting his head atop yours. It was like this for moments. It wasn't awkward though, it was more a warm, reassuring silence. Before light flooded in he packed up new found courage and went for it.
He quickly and swiftly placed a hand under your chin and tilted it up and slammed his lips to you soft warm ones. Your lips were becoming bruised and they turned a shade blue, but the kiss was a fiery passionate one. You reached a hand to play with his hair as he pushed you to lie on the closet floor. You whimpered with the lack of oxygen.
Iceland knew this, and curiously released his claim of your mouth and went downward on a quest to find your sweet spot. After a moment or two of aimless search he earned a squeal from you, telling him he hit gold. He bit and sucked harder on that spot earning a louder moan from you. "Emil!" You gasped
Light made the scene as a baffled Britain stared in awe at the site he got. America and France were next to come into view. "Haha! Iceland getting some!" America sounded off, his voice like a boom box in the room. France laughed perversely. "honhonhon, my-my, don't do it without protection!" France offered a condom as Iceland and you weren't a loud a chance to explain the cause of this.
Iceland abruptly got off you and helped you out of the closet, questions being bellowed at you, and finally exiting the house. Yes, Emil did sneak something and you were definitely in for some dose of Iceland love tonight ;) and NO Mr. Puffin isn't invited.
[Oni-chan means big brother in Japanese] and yes Mr. Puffin makes Iceland's day a living hell.