Hetalia one-shots!!!

7 Mins. in Heaven: Pirate!England & Revolutionary!France

Author note here!~ This is a RP between me and @One-with-Russia. I DO NOT OWN HETALIA if I did it would be alot weirder and less comical..... *silence* oh and also in this RP America invited the countries over for a costume/Historical party, England is dressed up like his pirate self, and France is in his Revolutionary armor.

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   Around 10:45 p.m. America yelled out "Any remaining dudes or dudettes prepare to play 7 minutes in heaven!"

    France smirked at this. He loved these types of games. He stood up and started to walk away but paused and turned around. He grabbed 3 bottles of wine and headed to the living room.

England leaned against a wall in the living room watching as nations either began exiting the house quickly or sitting down to play.

France sat in a chair, placing the bottles near him. He grabbed one and began drinking it, watching everyone get ready.

China, Germany, Italy, Russia, Canada (Who?), Spain, Romano all sat down except for America who got people to place stuff in a hat. England placed his item in the hat.

France placed his item in as well and waited for the game to start, still drinking from his bottle. America walked to France first "Pick dude!"

 France reached in and pulled out an item.  It was a feather of some sort, it looked to be black and red but was faded so the colors had mixed. France looked at the countries gathered, raising an eyebrow.

 England drank from his bottle of rum. America grabbed France pushing him into the closet and then grabbed England pushing him in too.

France glared at America before the door closed. He then turned and looked at England, smirking. "Bonjour~"

America yelled "7 minutes begins now!" After saying hello back The Brit pressed his sword lightly against Frances' neck. Smirking he kisses France just as fiercely as earlier. France kissed back, not quite as fierce.

 England lowered the sword barely, leaving a trail of kisses from the Frenchmans neck to his jaw. France stood still and shuddered as the pirate continued. He knew better than to resist, even if he wanted to.

 America called "1 minute!" England heard America and raised his sword pressing it into France's neck, just enough to get blood on it.  England stepped away as the door opened. Before it opened fully The Brit ran his tongue over his blade, licking the blood off, knowing that in this light France could easily see his actions.

France shuddered. His revolutionary side loving the sight of his 'worst enemy' licking up his blood. He placed a hand on his neck, which was still bleeding lightly, and licked the blood off his fingers, staring at England the whole time. He then turned his head to see the other's reactions.

America steps away "Okaaaay then that isn't weird what so ever..." he trails off. England smirked seeing France shudder, he placed his now unbloodied sword in its sheath exiting the closet. Russia just sat there smiling childish, his eyes widened barely seeing the blood.

France exited the closet as well, winking at Russia having seen the nation's look. He sat back down and picked up a bottle, taking a drink.

 Italy shrunk away from France and England hanging onto Germany's arm. Spain blinked confused by what he had just seen. Russia kept his childish smile. England took a drink from a bottle waiting for America to continue the game.

America blinked, getting over what he'd just seen. He ran up to Italy. "Yo dude! Your turn bro!!"

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Alrighty, I will be working on A Twisted Love story hopefully I will put up the new chapter this week. If not I am sorry you are going to have to live with it for a tiny bit longer.