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~7 Minutes In Hetalia Heaven~

[Colour; Peach]

Spain

When you got the letter inviting you and Romano to a party, you didn't know what to expect. You were shocked when Romano actually said he'd be going with you. You were expecting him to just huff, fold his arms across his chest and just plain out refuse, but no, he was accompanying you to the party. Still, you never anticipated that you'd be sat in a large circle, with a bunch of drunken nations, having a merry Italy standing in front of you with one of England's old top hats filled with scraps of paper. You had been roped into playing a game of 'Seven Minutes in Heaven or Hell' and you were a little nervous about it.

"Ve ve~ Come one [Name]! Hurry up and pull out a name!" The more easy going of the Italian brothers chimed, encouraging you to hurry along and pick out a partner to venture into the stuffy closet with.

"Oi! Don't rush her!" Romano bitterly interjected.

You cleared your throat and took in a deep breath, placing a smile on your lips. What was the worst that could happen? You suddenly heard a chant of Kols from the other side of the room. Oh right… you could get Russia! Or worse… You turned your head to see France making kissy faces at you. He had been doing that ever since selfishly consuming a bottle of wine. You gulped a little. Would you get a sadistic freak, or a creepy pervert?

You took out a piece of paper and unfolded it carefully. Your eyes scanned over it and you were relieved when you saw you got neither. Although… "Spain!" You called out, and looked next to Romano, where Spain had been seated.

"Really?" Spain pointed to himself and blinked while obliviously staring at you. "You got me?"

"Yes, I'm not just shouting your name for nothing." You stood up.

Once it had sunk in, Spain suddenly jumped from his seat with a beaming smile. He walked you over to the closet door, opened it for you and gestured for you to enter first. Romano had been stalking behind the two of you. "Bastard! Take care of her!" He warned, gritting his teeth as he watched a laughing Spain enter the closet and close the door behind him.

The two of you then entered a world of darkness. After a few moments of silence, Spain began to nervously whistle. He was known for being laid back and passionate, but he really didn't know where to begin. "I think Romano likes you." He suddenly blurted out, halting his whistling.

"W-What?" You stuttered. This was meant to be time for you and Spain, you really didn't want to be talking about Romano at a time like this, especially when all you could think about was pushing Spain against the wall and having your way with him. You'd raise the temperature of the closet to match his steaming climate; with the things you had planned. "Antonio, lets not talk about Romano in here." You sighed.

"… Alright." Silence befell the two of you once again.

You drummed your fingers against the wall, getting a little impatient. Were the two of you really just going to stand in silence for the remaining minutes? "Antonio, didn't you want to… you know… Do something?" You said, coating your voice with a suggestive layer, taking a step closer to him within the darkness, your fingers lightly grazed over his.

"Hm? What do you mean, [Name]?" He cocked his head to the side and his bright emerald eyes shone through the grey air and straight into your soul. They were glistening… with stupidity.

"Well… normally during this game, don't people like… kiss each other?" You cleared your throat and blushed.

"R-Really? I just usually talked about Star Wars!"

"You're kidding?"

"No really! Then again, whenever I've played this game, I've normally ended up with a guy in the closet with me." His wording definitely wasn't perfect. "Have you ever kissed while playing this game then?"

"To be honest, I haven't really ever played this game properly…" Not with a bunch of guys anyway. "S-Still we don't have to kiss, I just thought-"

"No, I want to kiss." Spain interrupted you, and you could suddenly feel his presence hovering over yours. He was only about a head or so taller than you, and he had grabbed your hands in his own. Spain's forehead rested itself atop of yours and he closed his eyes, a smile on his lips. "I've wanted to kiss you for ages." He admitted and you could feel the blush radiating off of his cheeks.

"Seriously?" You arched an eyebrow, and had a stupid grin spread from ear to ear. The Spaniard simply laughed and nodded his head forward a little. He then placed his warm tender lips onto yours. Your heart began to pump faster, yet the rest of your body froze momentarily. As soon as your lips began moving against Spain's though, you simply melted away into his embrace. His hands left yours and instead gripped your shoulders, pulling you close to him. Your soft chest was pressed up against Spain's contrasting firm chest, as his waist crushed against yours. You could do nothing more but wrap your arms around his neck, which caused him to smirk and tease you a little.

As his lips pulled away from yours, you felt cold, but were soon warmed up by a gentle kiss on your neck. He used his lips to tickle your neck, searching for a sensitive spot. Once a shiver fluttered through your system, he knew he had found it, and bit it. You yelped a little, but bit your lip to hold back the noise. Spain let out a goofy chuckle before sucking lightly on the responsive zone. His hands busily bustled up and down the curves of your body, one hand slapping your ass before settling on the cheeks, squeezing them and forcing you to press your lower person against him.

Your cheeks heated up and you whimpered a little as your legs began to wobble. "A-Antonio~" You sang into his ear before nibbling it, sending a warm chill into his body with your breath. His response to this was to shudder and part his lips from the crook of your neck. They were slightly painted with saliva and crashed against your mouth once again, as his pelvis subtly thrust against your… vital regions.

This pure pleasure was cut short sadly, as Romano opened the door, and you and Spain were enveloped in golden light. "G-Gah~" As Spain left your body, you trembled and fell to your knees in a pile of fallen coats. You hugged your body, wanting more attention of the hot Spaniard.

"AH! [NAME]! Are you alright!?" Romano suddenly rushed to your side. His hand hovered over your shoulder, not knowing whether he should touch you or not.

"I'm fine~" You gasped, and Spain helped you to your feet, holding you close.

"So what do you say, should we fly from this party and have one of our own?" A cocky grin sat on his face. "I want to show you, just how much I've fallen for you~ Quiero llevarte hasta el cielo y de vuelta..."

You looked at Spain and smiled, feeling your body relax and tingle at his words. You really did want to escape the eyes around you and continue you passion with Spain.

(The Spanish says [according to Ondyne] I want to take you to Heaven and back)