TAKING REQUESTS!

USUK (HS AU)

"I'm bored of this game!" Alfred shouted after the bottle landed on Ivan. Alfred shoves the bottle somewhere quickly, thankfully no one seemed to notice and he didn't have to kiss the Russian male. Alfred jumps up and stretches his arms out.

"Anyone have a better idea for games to play?" Alfred looked around at the people he had invited over, consisting of Ivan, Berwald, Tino, Francis, and of course, Arthur. Why they were playing spin the bottle of all games, nobody knows.

Francis, sitting as far away as he can from Arthur, pipes up, "We could play seven minutes in heaven."

Berwald instinctively pulled his "wife" closer.

They were a strange group of friends.

"Honestly, you have the most stupid ideas ever, Francis." Arthur scowls.

"I don't see you coming up with anything." Francis rolls his eyes, Arthur growling.

"Alright dudes, calm down! We can play a different game." Alfred offers.

"You're just scared you won't get paired with your idiot boyfriend!" Francis says smugly.

"Shut up, you wanker!"

"He's not my boyfriend!"

Francis sits back and enjoys the frantic denials while they last.

"I think we should play seven minutes in heaven." Ivan suddenly cuts in with a bone-chilling smile.

Well. You can't just deny Ivan Braginski.

"Uh, yeah dudes, I guess that sounds alright. I'm the hero, I'm afraid of nothing!"

So, they begin, the first pair miraculously being Alfred and Arthur, both of their faces going red as everyone but Ivan shoves them into a small closet. "Hey- Dudes, no need to be so rough, geez!"

They close the door and everything goes dark besides a stripe of light that shines on Alfred's eyes and Arthur's forehead.

"Ow! Move, you twat, you're crushing my elbow!"

Alfred quickly shifts as much as he can.

"Yeah, uh, sorry bro!"

An awkward silence follows.

"S-So, uh, how long do we have to be in here?"

"It's called seven minutes in heaven, you bloody idiot."

"Oh." Alfred shifts again, squeaking as some umbrella thing falls and pushes them chest to chest, Alfred awkwardly staring into Arthur's eyes, both of their cheeks an equal shade of red.

"W-Well? Move, you git."

"I... I can't." Alfred lied.

What was he supposed to do? I mean, they were stuck there, they were going to be for another five or six minutes, so he might as well clear up the awkwardness. It's not like Arthur wanted to do this, it's just that he had to. Why would he want to? That's absurd! Arthur leaned it swiftly and pressed his lips to Alfred's, taking the American by surprise.

Okay, maybe he wanted to. A little.

Alfred froze in place for a moment, feeling his face heat up more and more with every passing second. Eventually the American realizes that he's supposed to be kissing back, so he does, finding himself drifting closer to the Brit.

Before either of them know it, Francis is throwing the closet door open and yelling at the two,

"Time is u-..."