Seven minutes in heaven: Germany

  You opened your eyes. You didn't know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. Of all of the people you could have gotten, it had to be Germany. You put the name back in the hat and sighed.

  "Well, who is it?" America asked. Oh yeah, and he was still there.

  "Germany," you looked into the small sea of people to see Germany staring back in utter disbelief. You suddenly felt bad. Did he not want to do it? Well, you didn't either- but that wasn't the point! You cursed under your breath and walked over to the closet where you waited for Germany. The wait was anything but pleasant.

  You watched as he stepped into the small space and moved back. You caught a glimpse of his expression before the door shut, and he looked very uncomfortable. You made a mental note to punch America in the face later on.

  Germany sighed. Why did he always have to participate in these stupid games of America's? Why couldn't they get some actual work done instead of ending up in a game he didn't even like playing? You didn't even look like you liked him back, nor did you look very excited to do anything with him. But maybe he couldn't blame you for that. He was sure that he didn't look that different from you.

  You bit your lip. Yes, this was the definition of awkward.

  "I am in love with you!-" you blurted, before covering your mouth. Had you really just said that?

  "Oh, well that makes things easier," he said. Had he just said that? He put his arms around you and pressed his forehead against yours. You looked into his eyes, and now you could see them in the darkness. He was pretty close in your opinion. He had a smile on his face. You blushed at him, but you were glad that he couldn't see it.

  "I'm glad you feel the same way, Germany," you said.

  "Please, call me Ludwig," he replied. He kissed you deeply on the lips, his hands resting on your hips. As the kiss got more passionate you wrapped your arms around his neck. You didn't notice him back you up against the only clear wall. You did feel it as his hands made their way down south.

  You pulled away for air, both your faces flushed. You had a happy grin plastered on your face. You wanted to do more, but the time limit was short. You really didn't feel like having an intimate moment ruined by the door being opened on the two of you. There were certainly more suitable places to do this sort of thing. The two of you kissed until the door was opened. After the picture was taken you walked past the others.

  Germany had some plans for the two of you, and lead you to the bedroom.