Hetalia: Seven minutes in Heaven!

Prussia X Reader

I reach into the hat and pull out...

A yellow bird plushie?

Huh. I hold it in my hand, smiling at how much it looks like Gilbird. Zubicu looks at me from her seat next to me, then bursts out laughing.

"Oh god, ___, you're so gonna hate us for this!"

I looked up and saw Prussia, looking wide-eyed down at me. My eyes widened, and I quickly ducked my head to hide a blush. He grinned, holding out the hat, his gaze never leaving me. Zubicu took it without question, then shoved me toward the closet with Prussia, much to my protest.

"Alright, seven minutes, you two! And no more, Prussia." she said, with a cheeky wink in my direction and a grin. My mouth opened to say something, but then she laughed and shut the door.

In the darkness, I turned around to face Prussia. Oh my god, I'm in here with Prussia, could this day get any worse? I thought. True, I had a small- ok, big- crush on the albino, but there was no way he returned my feelings-

"Hey, Frau, you gonna just stand there the whole time like a numbnut or are you gonna talk?" His voice cut into my thoughts and I stuttered, to which he gave a low chuckle. "Oh, I see."

Wait, what.

I heard footsteps as he approached. "To tell you the truth, fraulein..."

Next thing I know, I'm slammed up against a wall. Bright red stains my cheeks as Prussia leaned in, one arm above my head. I look up at his crimson gaze, which was locked with mine.

"-I've always had a thing for you."

I blink. Then his lips slam against mine, in a brusing yet passionate kiss. Working out of instinct, I kiss him back, gradually working up the courage to return it with the same level of passion. He slips his hands down to my rear, and gives a light squeeze, making me gasp, which allows him entry into my mouth. It's a short battle for dominance, which he quickly wins, and lifts my legs up. I wrap them around his waist and lock them, bringing him closer to me as I run my hands through his silky locks while he pushes me up against the wall. His hands run up my shirt, caressing my sides as I let my own hands roam his toned body. Damn, this guy has muscles.

I pull away to look at him briefly. He looks at me, his crimson gaze hazy with lust. A low chuckle slips past his lips before he presses them against my neck. I bite back a gasp of shock as his lips roam my neck, and tighten my grip on his hair as he finds that one sweet spot. He grins against my skin, and begins to nibble lightly and suck on the tender spot. I hold back a moan, instead letting it out as a whimper, to which he grins.

The door slams open suddenly, and bright light fills the small cupboard. Germany clears his throat, and Prussia's arms wrap around my waist as he fixes our shirts, then swings me around- without letting me down, mind- to face Germany.

"You know you can use the drawer if you want to-"

"That's for another time, West." Prussia says with a dark chuckle, and carries me out. I look up at him curiously, and he shakes his head, bending his head briefly to whisper in my ear. "You'll find out soon enough."  He sits down in my seat, and turns me around so I'm sitting normally on his lap. Zubicu gives us a knowing look, and the blush across my face darkens, to which she laughs. America takes the hat, and the game continues.