Hetalia Party: Blue!
You sighed as you walked into Germany's extremely neat home. Italy greeted you with a grin, and you grinned back. He ushered for you and Russia to walk to the living room, and you willingly went.
Several people nodded a greeting to you, but no one said anything to Russia. A normal afternoon for you.
"Seven minutes in heaven!" Italy chimed, walking in behind you. "What do you think _?"
"Sounds okay I guess..." you replied, not knowing whether you were interested or disgusted. Russia seemed a bit angered at the thought.
You sat down in the circle between America and Britain. America looked eager like always, and Britain looked a touch tired.
Italy appeared in front of you, a small box in hand with little slips of paper inside. "How about you go first?"
You sighed and dug in the box, grabbing a random slip of paper. You opened it, and called "Blue."
While this was happening, you could see France being choked by Britain. France was most likely saying crude things again. He always seemed to be on Britain's nerves...
You stood up about the same time Switzerland did. Your immediate thought was 'yes!' You had had a crush on him for quite some time now, though he never seemed to return the feeling...
When you didn't move, stuck in your thoughts, he grabbed your hand and lead you to the closet. It reminded you much of how he did this with Liechtenstein.
The door clicked behind you two, and there was a moment of utter silence. It wasn't awkard, just... calm.
"V-Vash?" you asked hesitantly.
"Hm?" You heard his hair brush the wall as he turned, and half-giggled before continuing.
"Have you ever played this game?" You asked, taking a different tactic.
"Yes, but not with anyone I actually liked." He said calmly, sounding closed-off.
You slouched. So he didn't like you huh...? Well, he was a kill joy.
"Have you, _? Played the game I mean."
"Mmm? Oh, yeah. But like you said, never with someone I liked."
"So, does that include today?" He asked.
You weren't sure how to answer the question since he didn't seem to like you. So, you stayed quiet.
He seemed to get that no answer would come, for he scooted closer, only a small space between your arms. You stood like this for a few seconds before he asked his question again.
"Does that include... today...?"
You sighed, and decided to just go for it. You looked at him for a second before planting your lips on his.
He stayed motionless, so you went to pull away. But he stopped you, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to him. He kissed you sweetly and passionately, pulling you into his chest.
In a few short moments, you felt deprived of oxygen. He sensed this, and pulled his lips from yours. They didn't go far, however. Instead, they traveled down your jawline and to your neck. You smiled faintly and said "Was that answer enough?"
He pulled away to look into your eyes, smiling. He didn't say anything, but that didn't bother you. You liked him for who he was.
The door opened and light flooded into the closet, and revealed an irritated Britain. "Times up." He grumbled before walking away. Apparently, France had pushed Britain a bit too far today.
You followed Vash out of the closet, humming. You had gotten exactly what you had wanted.