Seven minutes in Hetalia Heaven

France x Reader

WARNING: France, and some incorrect French
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Your hand roams around the hat, searching for something interesting, when you feel a soft, fabric-like material and pull it out. You see a fresh red rose, and one person pops into your head, and it's not the person you were hoping either.
"Bonjour ma douce" you hear whispered into your ear as a pair of strong arms wrap possessively around your bare waist. "Shall we go, ma chère?" He says as he guides you to the closet across the room. You glance behind you to see the other nations looking wearily at the Frenchman by your side.
"Seven minutes dudes, good luck." Alfred says as he closes the door and starts his timer. You push away the Frenchman as the room becomes pitch black and you shrink into the corner.
"Where did you go ma chère?" The confused Frenchman asked.
"You find me," you reply, "you get a kiss."
"Ahh, playing hard to get ma chère? OK then." He starts to walk around the black room, arms straight ahead like he's playing Marco-Polo. He starts walking in your direction, and you slink quietly to the other side of the small room, just barely scraping his leg. However, it was just enough for him to locate you and he spins rapidly and grabs hold of your shoulders, making you let out a small squeak.
"I found you ma chère." He whispers, and starts to lean forward, "and now for my kiss." His lips touch yours with amazing gentleness, making you shiver as his tongue starts to move over your lips, wishing entrance. You back away, into the darkness, and say, "You get more once you find me again. You can't see it but you can tell he is smirking. You retreat to the back of the closet, behind some coats, and wait for him to find you again as you slink to the ground curled up in a tight ball. You can hear his footsteps coming closer.
"Oh, _____, where are you? You know I will find you." He says quietly as his foot comes just in front of your leg, almost touching. His arms sense the wall and he bends down, his arms right over your head. You try to move but his hands act quickly, grabbing your arms, and pulling you up from your ball. Without warning, he presses his soft lips to yours again and wraps his hands around your bare waist, pulling you closer to himself. Once again, his tongue lulls over your lips, and this time your lips open to grant entrance, and you start Frenching (ohonhonhon~). Your arms slip around his shoulders as his tongue explores your mouth, finding every inch, and making you moan quietly. The kiss becomes more passionate as a knock interrupts the moment. Alfred's voice is heard through the door.
"Dudes, if your clothes are off put 'em on, fifteen seconds" he lets his mouth linger on yours as he backs away from you towards the door, his hand grabbing yours. The door opens after he gives you one last innocent peck on the cheek. Alfred felt relieved when he saw you with your clothes on, and a smile on your face. Francis leads you out of the closet and over to where you were sitting before, and sits down to put you on his lap. You stayed like that for the rest of the game, watching the other pairs take their turns inside the closet.
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Bonjour ma douce- hello my sweet
Ma chère- my dear

How was it? This is my first fan-fic. So not sure...please comment what you think! Thanks guys!

~henri~

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