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

An Action Figure (America)

Sighing, you reached into the hat; you knew Alfred wasn't going to let you out of this. Said man grinned as you rummaged around trying to find an interesting object. Once you'd settled on something you pulled it out and held it up: It was a (insert favourite superhero) action figure.

"Dude, you totally picked my one!" A loud American voice yelled right next to you, the owner of it throwng his phone to Arthur. "Can you set the timer for us?" Alfred picked you up and slung you over his shoulder as he ran towards the cupboard, setting you down after closing the door.

You laughed at the blond's ridiculous behaviour, he was just a huge kid. Alfred suddenly got close to your face. Really close. Uncomfortably close. A warmth spread across your face as he got closer and closer. Then he stole your glasses and replaced them with his own.

"H-hey! Give them back, everything's all fuzzy without my glasses!" You were extremely annoyed at the American now. Why was he such an idiot? "Wow, ____, you are blind!" Alfred stumbled around the cupboard, struggling to see.

In an attempt to retrieve your glasses, you grabbed onto Al's shirt to pull him close enough to save them but both of you ended up on the floor when you pulled a little too hard. You exchanged your glasses again so that they were now with the people who actually owned them and realised the position you and the blond man were in.

Alfred, who was laying on top of you, his face only inches away from yours also blushed when he too realised your situation. You apologised and tried to get up only for him to push you back down again. He closed the gap between your faces and kissed you slowly and gently. As he did so, you gasped in surprise, allowing him to slip his tongue inside your mouth, exploring it thoroughly. You two stayed like that for a while, tongues fighting a battle for dominance until you heard a knock at the door and Arthur's voice telling you that the time was up. 

After finally managing to get up, the two of you walked out, faces flushed. You could've sworn you heard a few wolf whistles from the Bad Touch Trio as you two sat down next to each other. "Let's do that again sometime" Whispered the American who sat beside you. Nodding in agreement you replied "Definitely."

You knew that you'd fallen for that idiot, Alfred.