Hetalia Party: Silver!
You lumbered into Britain's home, feeling tired. It was now around midnight, and you had beaten France in several different games. Your major dislike for him pushed you far in competitions.
As you drug your feet into the next room, you saw a group sitting in a circle. Intrigued, you sat by none other than the quiet Switzerland.
Several people laughed as America jumped into the room, looking like a total dork. "The hero is back! Let's continue our seven minutes in heaven game!" He exclaimed, holding his thumb up and winking.
He spotted you and stuck a small bowl under your nose. "Glad to see you joined us!" He said, grinning. Deciding not to refuse, you drove your hand into the bowl of paper.
You grabbed one from the bottom and read it aloud. "Silver!"
Almost instantly, Britain stood and made his way to you. He too looked tired, yet buzzed from alcohol. Sighing, you let him help you up and made your way to the closet, shutting the door behind you as you made yourself comfortable.
You could hear Britain mumbling. You imagined him talking to his 'mint bunny', and giggled. He seemed to have heard you, and stumbled his way to your side of the closet.
"What's funny?" He asked, sliding an arm around your shoulders. His breath wreaked of alcohol, which was brushing against your face.
"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking..." You replied, whispering. The closeness of him was making you stutter a bit. He always seemed to make you feel shy.
"About what?" He whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your earlobe.
"Um... I don't quite remember." You said truthfully. He chuckled at your honesty.
He planted a kiss on your cheek. It was light and sweet. Not harsh like most drunkards would be.
You blushed and held back a giggle. It was instinct, and very hard to show who you really were to him. You feared that he wouldn't like you the way you liked him.
Not liking the no response tactic you took, he grabbed you under the chin and kissed you on the lips. When you didn't respond, completely shell shocked, his lips moved to your neck. Coming to life once more, you laughed and said "Arther, the t-time will be up soon!"
Sure enough, just as he pulled away, the door opened. Light flooded in, leaving you blind momentarily. You both walked out, pretending nothing had happened. Maybe if he remembered what had happened, you would get together in the future.