Hetalia Party: Orange!
You walked into France's home, and were greeted by the sight of Canada being hit on the head by a rather angered Cuba. You sweat-dropped. Once again, he had been mistaken for his brother, America.
Speaking of America, he was standing to your left, laughing as usual. Once again, he had suckered you into attending a party at France's place.
"Don't think you should help your brother, mister hero?" you asked, staring him down.
He laughed nervously and said "The hero is off today."
You stared at him, disbelieving. The hero was off today? The arrogant-
"Ah, laissez-nous jouer Seven Minutes in Heaven!"[1] France sang, walking into the room holding a small bowl with slips of paper contained inside.
You sighed, getting the point of what he had said. Of course, the pervert would want to play that game...
"Who wants to go first?" He asked, looking around. When no one said anything, America decided to be the damn hero of the game, and raised your hand for you. "_Wants to!"
You scowled at him, then saw the bowl under your nose. You sighed, glaring at America while you dug into the bowl. You pulled out a random slip and read aloud "Orange."
Slowly, you saw Canada stand, a slight blush threatening to creep across his face. Boy did he look adorable! But he looked hesitant.
Smiling, you grabbed him by the wrist and led him to the closet, shutting the door behind him. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust, but once they did, you saw he was across from you, sitting on the floor.
You walked over to him, making sure not to trip over anything, then slid down the wall to sit by him. He was being shy once again, but it was one of the qualities you thought was cute.
"Canada, are you okay?" You asked sweetly. You two had been friends for a while, and usually tell each other everything.
"Actually, I-I'm nervous." He stuttered. The light seeping in through a small hole allowed you to see him blush.
"What about? It's not like I bite or anything." You replied, sweetly smiling.
He shifted, seeming to become more nervous. "I... I have been wanting to tell you something... B-but I c-can't…" He said shakily.
You giggled and thought you knew what he was talking about, though tried not to get your hopes up. Instead of replying, you decided to test your theory.
You intertwined your fingers with his and then kissed him lightly. When he didn't respond, you pulled away. You saw his cheeks flush bright red, and giggled. So you had been right.
You watched his face go from red back to its natural color. "I-I thought you didn't like me that way?" He asked timidly.
In response, you just smiled and wrapped your arms around him in a hug. You were like this when the door opened, letting light flood in and blinding you momentarily. You both blushed a bit before walking out of the closet, hand in hand.
[1] "Ah, laissez-nous jouer Seven Minutes in Heaven!" = "Ah, Let's play Seven Minutes in Heaven!"