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“It's...” You stared at the object you held. “A mini white flag.” Inspecting it further, you saw some writing on it. 'I surrender!' You chuckled to yourself, instantly knowing that the flag was from Italy. “Can I keep this? I might use it sometime.” You stuffed it into a pocket of yours before you got an answer.

“Go right ahead!” The Italian sprang up from his seat and ran over to you. He pounced into the air, hugging you tight. “Ve~! I’m glad (f/n) likes my flag!” He smiled sweetly before he was pulled away from you by the American hosting this game.

“All right, you can do that when you're in the closet.” He didn't need to drag Italy to the closet; the Italian clung himself to your arm and followed you into the closet Alfred stood by. When the two of you were in it, he smiled. “Remember, it'll only be seven minutes, so you better use your time wisely.” He winked at you before closing the door.

You sighed, blushing from what he meant. You had had a crush on Feliciano for a while now, but didn't want to ruin the friendship you had with him already. You knew almost everything about him, being the representative of North Italy, what his likes and dislikes were. Nothing about this Italian was unknown to you, or so you thought.

Feli was still clinging to your arm, and as you moved to sit down, he sat down with you. You chuckled at his usual act, and took his hand to pull him off your arm. “Feli, I know you like being around me, but I don't think you need to cling this much.”

He frowned, though you didn't see it in the dark. Bring the smile back on his face, he sat in front of you, hands on his knees as he leaned towards you. “(F/n)~, what are we supposed to do in here? I wasn't really paying attention to the rules before Alfred went to get you, and I think that you must know how to play...”

You blushed at how close his face was to yours. Leaning up against the wall, you chuckled weakly. “Um, well, mostly people are expected to do...sexual acts in here, but other times people use the time up talking...” He nodded, moving a inch closer to you. Your face was no doubt tomato red. “F-Feli, could you, um, back up a bit?” You couldn't believe you were saying that to the boy you were in love with, but you didn't realize why he was so close to you.

He pouted. “No.” You blinked when he rejected to move away. Smiling at you, the Italian placed his hands on your knees. You gulped down some saliva as your body prickled with the sensation of Feli's hands pushing down.

“F-Feli, what are you doing?” The Italian snaked his hand up your left thigh, moving his other hand behind your neck. “Feli, where do you think you're placing your hands?” You saw his eyes open up to show his golden-amber eyes. Though it was dark, and your eyes were now adjusted, you couldn't help but blush more.

“(F/n),” He finally closed the distance between your lips, pressing into yours as softly as he could. When he pulled back, he smiled as a small tint of pink swept his cheeks. “Ti amo, (f/n).” You were shocked by his sudden confession. “I know that you only see me as a friend, but... I love you more that just a friend.” He was pouting.

Shaking yourself out of the surprise, you took his chin and leaned in to kiss him. His eyes went wide at the action, but he soon closed them to enjoy the moment, kissing you back. Pulling back for air, you smiled at him, bringing him into a hug. “I love you, too, Feli.” As you two hugged, you thought about how he was the one to initiate the entire thing. When that thought struck you, another replaced it. “Feli?” He hummed, still hugging you, refusing to let you go. You blushed profusely. “You knew how to play this game the whole time, didn't you?”

The Italian chuckled, nodding. “Si, I just wanted to act like an innocent country who never played this game before or understood it.” He pulled away from you to stare into your eyes. Smiling, he kissed you once more. “I couldn't stop myself when the idea of finally being with you hit me.” He climbed into your lap, wrapping his arms around you neck. “Ti amo, (f/n).” He leaned his forehead against yours. “Ti amo cosi tanto.”

Your face was crimson red. Usually Feli would be an air-headed, loveable idiot that wouldn't know the difference between flirting and talking. He flirted with everyone, which made you jealous most of the time, but you knew that he did that naturally. You just hoped that he would tone down on his flirtatious nature if the two of you got together. It already seemed that the two of you would be together, though.

Before you could kiss the Italian again, the door opened up. “All right you two, times up.” Alfred switched on the light. When he looked down at the two of you, a slight pink dusted his cheeks as he grinned. “Well, it looks like the two of you are very close now.” You face turned the darkest red you think could be possible. “So, when will the wedding be?” Al asked teasingly.

Italy cocked his head to this side in confusion, an obvious act you could see. His face was also a bit red. “Oi! Idiota! Get out of that damn closet so everyone else can play!” You heard Romano shout. He soon appeared next to Alfred, and before you could say anything, his face went red. He glared at you before he turned around and went back to the group.

You sighed. “Feli, looks like we need to leave the closet.” The both of you chuckled as he nodded.

When he got off of you, Al moved to the side for the both of you to exit. Feli grabbed your hand instantly and dragged you over next to Germany. You smiled to yourself, but blushed horribly when Italy sat in your lap as soon as you sat down. The German beside you also we blushing. Such displays of affection were something the others would need to get used to.

You sighed, looped your arms around Feliciano's waist, and pulled him closer to your chest. You thought that since he would be showing affection towards you in front of everyone, you might as well, too.