Hetalia: Seven minutes in Heaven!

Nordics X Reader (Denmark)

I rummage around in the hat and pull out...

A piece of Lego?

Yay. I stand up and walk to the cupboard, sneakily and subtly letting the toy fall to the ground where Denmark would step. A mischievious grin makes its way onto my face as I step inside myself. Surprisingly, the doors close without the howls of pain. I pout.

"Seven minut-OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! WEEEESSSSSTTT!!!" I grin. There we go.

"Did you do that?" I stiffen at the sound of Denmark's voice, oddly threatning yet with a hint of amusement. I grin and turn to face him.

"Sure did. Worked like a charm." I lie, hoping he won't pick up on it. He ruffles my hair.

"It's OK, ___, I know you were trying to get me. You should know Lego bricks don't work, though." I blush and pout. I've always been shorter than the annoying Dane, and he doesn't half let me forget it. Ruffling the hair on top of my head and using my shoulder as an armrest are just two of said methods. He laughs.

"Aw, ___, you're cute when you pout, you know that?" My blush deepens and his face lights up as he realises what he just said. "Uh, I mean..."

I start to giggle. "Now you're blushing." I say, smirking, and hug him. "Thank you, though."

"Eheheh..." He laughs a little nervously, probably thinking that I'm pulling some sort of prank on him again. He then tilts my head up gently by the chin so that my gaze meets his. I blink, deliberately making my efforts look cute to make him blush even more. He's actually cute when he blushes and gets nervous or scared, and I find it funny because it doesn't happen too often. He rests his head on top of mine.

"You know, ___, I've liked you for a very long time." he mutters. I open my mouth to speak, but he lifts his head and presses his lips to mine before I can. Shocked, I just stand there.

This was unexpected.

He pulls away and smiles at me. I blink, then beam. "I like you too, Denmark."

"Seven minutes are UP!" Prussia yells, swinging the door open. I smile, and skip out. Prussia glares at me and I simply reach up and pat his head as I go past. People begin sniggering, and I look round and grin.

When I hugged Denmark, I casually stuck a "kick me" sign on his back. Norway, as expected, gladly obliges. Finland, ever the party-pooper when it comes to my pranks, pulls it off and shows him. Denmark glares at me and I simply giggle and smile. He blushes faintly and sits down, and I grin.

Hey, fun does pop up in the most unlikely places after all.