Hetalia One-Shots - Seven Minutes in Heaven (countryxreader)

Prologue

What to put in the blanks:

(h/c) - hair colour, (h/l) - hair length, (e/c) - eye colour, _____ - name/nickname

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You rushed around your room trying to find your glasses (let's just say you have glasses) while brushing your (h/l) (h/c) hair. You'd been searching for fifteen minutes now and there was still no sign of them.

Shit, I'm late! You thought to yourself. Alfred, one of your best friends, had invited you to a party tonight at his place and as usual, you weren't going to be there on time. Fortunately for you, he only lives a few houses away from yours.

Normally, you wouldn't go to parties, you were only attending this one because Alfred was hosting it and you couldn't say no to him. Plus, he'd make sure you were included and not awkwardly left out at the side of the room.

Now that you'd found your glasses - they were under your bed somehow, you could go and trust yourself not to trip up or walk into anything on the way there. Placing the glasses over you (e/c) eyes, you made your way out of the house.

*time skip brought to you by ze awesome Prussia*

You nervously knocked on the door in front of you. I can't wait to see (insert favourite Hetalia character). As the door opened Alfred's cheerful face greeted you.

"____! I'm so glad you made it, you're pretty late though; we're just about to start a game." You giggled sheepishly at him pointing out your tardiness.

"Sorry about that, Al. What game are we playing?" you asked cautiously. Alfred was always a little wild with the party games he picked. You walked into the large living room to see everyone sat in a circle with a hat in the middle. Your face paled when you heard the American's joyful reply "Seven minutes in heaven!"

"Why dont you pick something first, love?" You heard a thick British accent come from somewhere in the circle; it was probably Arthur, or as you liked to call him sometimes, Iggy.

Slowly, you walked into the middle of the circle and Alfred held the hat out for you, gesturing for you to pick something out.