You must all hate me for how lazy I've been… I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! *Is too lazy to make Japan have an… 'Accent'*
You sat on Prussia's couch, straightening your glasses as you continued reading some random book you had brought from home. Prussia came up to you with the fedora, shoving right under your nose. You sighed, calmly closed the book, and set it on the table. You reached into the hat and pulled out a card with some onigiri on it. You set the card in the hat, on top of all of the other ones. Standing up, you walked over to the closet and opened the door. You spoke quietly, "Onigiri…"
Japan's face flushed. He stood up and walked to the closet, silently walking in after you. He shut the door before hiding in a corner, his palms placed on his face - hopelessly trying to squish out the fact that he was chosen to be in the closet with someone like… you.
He didn't think you were bad – he actually thought you were a very nice girl. It was just that you were a part of the Allies and, as Germany had stressed many times before, "the Allies are the enemy." Though, he had hoped England would put in a good word for him.
"So, Japan…" You spoke, interrupting his thoughts.
He looked at you and answered with, "Y-Yes, _-San?"
"W-What do you want to do for seven minutes?" Your face turned a light shade of pink.
He looked away, his blush still visible, and mumbled a quiet, "I don't know…"
You moved your face closer to his. "This is a kissing game, right? Maybe we should-"
You were interrupted by Japan pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. He pulled away quickly, his face back to its completely red state. He started saying a very quick apology somewhere along the lines of, "I am very sorry, _-San! I-I don't know what came over me! I-I-"
You smiled at the Asian nation. "It's quite alright, Japan…"
"N-No, it was completely unacceptable! I-I must make it up to you!"
You sweat dropped. "No, Japan, really. It's okay…" You planted a soft kiss on his lips.
His eyes widened. He was about to pull away when you put your hand on the back of his head, keeping him where he was.
He didn't know what to do. He wasn't very experienced in this area of life.
You ran your tongue against his bottom lip. His blush darkened as he slowly opened his mouth. You slid your tongue inside his mouth.
Of course, your 'fun' was ruined by America opening the door. "Time's- Dude, Japan, you actually scored!"
The two of you in the closet blushed and left the small space. You sat back down at the couch and continued reading your book like nothing happened. But, every now and then you would shoot a smile over at Japan…