Hetalia Seven Minutes in Heaven: France
Why Prussia was forcing everyone he knew to play Seven Minutes in Heaven was a mystery to you. But as you were planning sneaking out of his house, he shoved his purple fedora under your nose. You knew your fate was sealed. You hesitantly reached inside the hat and pulled out one of the cards. Your particular card had a rose on it. Great.
You knew exactly who you had gotten but you still felt the need to ask. "Who had a rose...?"
France raised his hand and gave you a flirty grin. "Ma chérie, that would be me~"
You scowled. "Come on pretty boy, let's go."
He walked over to the door and opened it like a gentleman. "After you, mademoiselle." He gave another flirty grin as you trudged into the closet.
You sighed when he shut the door, rolled your eyes, and crossed your arms. "This game is so pointless..."
"It's not all that pointless, oui?"
"Yeah, kissing game, big whoop."
He stared at you blankly. "Oh but kissing isn't so pointless~ Kissing can lead to many things; this game basically starts a relationship, non?"
You gave him a look of horror. "Relationships? I don't want to be in a relationship with you!"
He sighed. "Ah, but mademoiselle, have you forgotten that the rules are that you have to kiss?"
"I will not kiss you!" You turned so your back was facing him.
"Ma chérie..." He put his hand on your shoulder.
You spun around on your heels. "Don't-" Your sentence was interrupted by his lips landing softly on yours and giving you a forceful, yet passionate, kiss. You pulled away quickly. "What the hell? Pervert!"
"Je t'aime, _"
Your mouth fell open. Him, of all people, loved you? This had to be some sort of nightmare or something. But your heart said this was a fairy tale; a dream come true. Your mind thought that there was no way in Hell you'd love France. But your heart spoke differently. Your heart took control. You threw yourself at France, knocking both of you to the ground. Your lips landed perfectly on his and you kissed him with as much passion as he had done for you. He entwined his fingers in your hair and you did the same with his. Unfortunately, your make out session was cut short by the door opening. Prussia looked jealous of France. Germany got a nose bleed. Italy, being the one who opened the door, blushed dark red. You slowly stood up and left the closet with France in tow. You acted like it never happened. But, your heart may have made the decision to kiss him but that doesn't mean you'll be forgetting about it anytime soon. That didn't mean you didn't like it…