Hetalia Seven Minutes in Heaven: America

Prussia knew very well that you did not want to play this stupid game. This little fact made him want to play it even more. Especially when your turn came around. He shoved the fedora right under your nose. "Pick a card, any card!"

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Do I have to?"

"You were invited over to my awesome house and you want to pass up something like this?"

You pushed the hat away from you. "Yes, yes I do."

"Well fine." He picked up a green hat which was filled to the top with all of the girls' cards. He made his way over to America and said, "Yo, America. Pick a card!"

America stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth and dug inside the hat. He pulled out a card and looked at it carefully. You see, the girls' cards were a bit easier to tell who you got. All they were was a plain index card with a name written on it. He put the card back into the hat. "_! You get to go into the closet with the hero!"

You sighed. "Horray. I am ecstatic." You stood up and headed towards the closet.

"You should be ecstatic, I'm a hero!"

You both entered the closet and England closed the door but not before adding, "Good luck…"

You thought to yourself, 'I may need it…'

You just stood, facing the door, with your back turned towards America. You wanted to get it over with but your feet wouldn't budge. You were basically frozen. America took one step towards you. You could hear his footsteps approaching but you didn't, you couldn't, move. He wrapped his arms around you from behind in a warm embrace. He was taller than you so he bent down slightly so his lips were right by your ear. He whispered, "I love you, _." His warm breath tickled you ear and you shuddered. He turned you around so you were looking him in the eyes.

You put your hands on his shirt and gripped the cloth in your hands. You inched closer to him, face red. "I-I think I love you too, America…"

He smiled brightly and kissed your forehead. You stood on your tiptoes and pushed your lips onto his. He licked your bottom lip to beg for entrance with you gave him. Your tongues wrestled for dominance which America ended up winning. You parted for air. After a moment of breath, the two of you resumed making out. You tangled your fingers in his hair and he wrapped his arms around your waist. You had been keeping track of time in your head and realized your seven minutes were almost up. You pulled away and leaned against a wall. America gave you a confused look and you merely tapped your wrist as if you were tapping a watch. He nodded. England opened the door and the light flooded inside.

Prussia looked disappointed. "So, uh… Did you guys do anything…?"

America smiled, put his arm around your shoulder, and pointed to himself. "The hero is in love!"

You smiled up at him and snuggled under his arm. "You're my hero, America…"