Hetalia Party: White!
"Japan, I didn't think you were the type who enjoyed parties like this? "You asked, looking up at your long-time friend. The room you were in was crowded by many countries, most of which seeming to be having fun. There were dances going, games being played, and music blaring throughout the house. To top it off, it was held at America's house.
"Well, I don't think I had a choice." Japan replied quickly, looking around as if he wished to be anywhere but here. "I usually wouldn't attend such things."
You laughed and said "Well, since we're here, we might as well have fun!" Grabbing his wrist, you wandered inside, seeing many countries you hadn't yet met.
Someone walked by, wearing a green hoodie jacket and a white mask that hid the top half of his face. Not liking the idea of a mask, you went the opposite direction. In moments, you found a room where several people sat in a circle, Britain standing in the center with a vase in hand. You vaguely remembered writing down the color white on a slip and putting it in the vase, at the bottom of course.
"Hey, _, come join us! Japan too!" America said, appearing behind you and scaring the bejesus out of you.
"Alfred, can you possibly get any louder?" I asked, taking a seat in the circle. Japan sat beside you, looking extremely uncomfortable.
"Alright, the game is Seven Minutes In Heaven! The object of the game is to..." Alfred's sentence trailed away with your attention, which now focused on the people around the circle. Your eyes rested on China, whom was listening intently to what America was saying. A change that was.
"Hey, Japan... Isn't that your brother?" I asked, leaning closer to him and pointing at China. He shook his head no, not looking at you. Okay, so maybe it was a touchy subject?
"You draw first China!" America said, claiming your attention once more. You watched silently, along with the other, as he pulled out a small strip of paper and glanced at it before handing it back to America.
"White," He said, glancing around the circle and standing. Sighing, glad that he had gotten your color instead of America or France, you made your way to the closet, feeling all eyes on your back.
"Seven minutes!" America said as you turned to watch the door close, hiding a thumbs up sign, then leaving you in complete darkness with a finalized click.
"China?" You called, eyes not yet adjusted to the darkness.
"Right here, aru." He replied, landing a hand on your shoulder. You jumped, not expecting the closeness. "Sorry." He said, then lead you farther into the small and cluttered closet.
"China, I-" Your words were cut off by his lips touching yours, promptly taking control of the situation. For a moment, you stood stiff, completely shocked. However, you gave in, lips moving in sync with his, breathing becoming scarce.
One of your arms snaked around his neck, twirling his hair around your index finger idly, while the other pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
A few moments later, you pulled away, face burning and head pounding from lack of oxygen. You grinned, saying "Where did that come from?"
Instead of answering your question, he said "You're cute, aru." He seemed a bit more breathless than yourself, which made you giggle silently.
The door opened, and you walked out first, taking the lead and walking back to your seat. That had been the shortest seven minutes of your life. That, however, didn't mean the night was over. In fact, the night had only just begun.