Confessions of a Nation (Hetalia fanfic)

Japan

Once England spun the bottle around, it finally came to a stop, pointing right at Japan.

Everyone looked right at him.

America was finally okay, so he went back and sat next to England, causing the two to blush.

"Ve..." Italy said. "He won't-a have anything to-a tell us...because he-a won't let anyone ruin his-a personal space."

"Hai,*" Japan sighed. "But...werr...I myserf ruined my personar space."

He slightly turned to China, who blushed light pink.

"Why are you blushing, China?" Russia asked.

"N-Nothing...aru..." China mumbled.

"Shit..." America sarcastically said. "Don't tell me...China ruined your personal space...!"

Japan blushed and looked away. "H-Hai...he did..."

Russia spat out his vodka and coughed. "He did, da?!"

"H-Hai..." Japan blushed.

"Ohonhonhonhon~" France laughed. "How did zhat happen?"

"Werr..." Japan started.

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"I stayed over at China's house for a while. W-We were both arone. And, for some reason, I had this strange feering. I don't know what it was, but...it fert...weird...! One time, I asked China if he courd tark to me for a while. He said he courd, so he approached me. We both stood at our spot, rooking at one another. But then, out of no where, I-I kissed China..."

~

China stood up and joined Hungary in the Corner of Shame. "Aiya, Japan aru..."

"Details, mon ami!" France yelled at Japan. "We need zhe important details!"

Japan blushed even more. "Of course...gomendasai*..."

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"So, anyway...China purred away from the kiss. 'What the herr, aru?!' He asked me. But, perhaps I took it too far, I pushed him against a warr and kissed him again. I brought the kiss down to his neck, and kissed him there...maybe arso sucked on it. I think I found his sweet spot, because he moaned rearry roud. But, finarry, I got back to my senses, and ran back to my room...the end..."

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Everyone looked at China afterwards.

"Did you like-no...love it, China?" America asked.

China turned to America with a face blushing a crimson color.

He sighed heavily.

"Y-Yes...I sort of loved it, aru..." He sighed.

Japan heard him and blushed even more, his ears were red as well.

He covered his face with one hand, while the other grasped onto his clothes.

"Itary...can you spin the bottre for me, prease?" Japan begged, not removing his hand from his face.

"Si!" Italy smiled.

He spun the bottle which pointed right exactly at...

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*Japanese translations
1. Hai - yes
2. Gomendasai - sorry