~7 Minutes in Hetalia Heaven~
You were stood by the punch bowl with Hong Kong who had invited you to England's party. You wanted to go with Iceland, but he had decided to go with Norway before you even got a chance to ask him. It wasn't a problem though, Hong Kong was a nice guy and you got on rather well, even if he did say 'like' just as much as Poland did. However, even as you indulged in mindless chit-chat, you couldn't get Iceland out of your head.
As Hong Kong began to talk about how The Expendables should have had Jackie Chan in it instead of Jet Li, your eyes scanned through the sea of faces occupying the large function room of England's mansion. You were looking for a bored expression or a puffin sat on a shoulder; anything related to Iceland really. Unfortunately, the short boy wasn't easy to find amongst a room crammed full of the world.
Just as you were about to give up looking for Iceland and return your attention to Hong Kong, a tall and wild hair style was seen in the corner of your eyes. You focused on the blonde cowlick that stood proud and mightily, and your vision dripped down it until you could see the drunken expression of a loud and obnoxious Dane. Where there is a Denmark, a Norway must be close by and when a Norway is close by, an Iceland is getting tormented.
"Ah, excuse me Hong Kong, I need to go and say hello to someone." You muttered to your Asian friend who was already in the middle of a sentence about how he wants to make a firework that would explode and make Jackie Chan's face. Your eyes were fixed on the Dane though, and Hong Kong's ramblings fell on deaf ears as you already started to walk towards the Scandinavian.
Hong Kong stood there and looked at how you weaved yourself in and out of the waves of guests with a set destination in mind. He blinked his brown orbs and watched you disappear with a bored and flat expression. "Like, that was kinda rude." Hong Kong stated, but there was no-one with him to take note of what he said.
You scrambled over to Denmark and just as you closed the gap between the two of you your eyes found Iceland immediately. Denmark's arms were flung open and he shouted "(Name)!" as he stumbled to your frame. You ducked and dashed out of the way of Denmark's crushing hug and didn't even bother to greet him since you were too occupied with getting to Iceland. It wasn't easy though;
Although you had successfully avoided a scary and strong hug from Denmark, now a Swedish guy stood in your way. You looked up at Sweden who stared down at you while being casually stood directly in your way. You wanted to politely ask him to shift to the side, but his silent glare made it all too awkward for you to request him to move. So, you switched to plan be; which was to skilfully act like a ninja and crawl in between the gap of his legs. You crouched down and squeezed yourself through the rock solid thighs and hard knees. Sweden was very shocked by your actions and jumped a little but he was too shy to say anything to you; beside, you were already bolting towards your next trial.
Another obstacle was in your way; your Finnish friend Finland. "(Name)! How are you today?" He asked with a cheery and sweet voice, just like usual.
"No time to chat, Tino!" You had never been able to say that to him before. He ALWAYS roped you into a conversation and there was no escape from his alluring conversations. However, you were unwavering this time and had to be firm in not getting distracted from running to Iceland before you lost your chance to say hello to him
"Huh? I just wanted to ask if you were enjoying the party (Name)?"
Why did Finland have to look so cute when confused and a little sorrowful? Still, you could not get side-tracked. "We'll talk later Tino, I promise." You winked at him and before he could say another word, you side-stepped around him and made haste for what could be considered the 'boss level'.
Only one country now stood between you and Iceland; Norway. You came to a halt as Norway turned around and met your gaze with his bored one. He closed away his expressionless eyes and then turned back to face his little brother, almost as if blocking you out of the conversation. Norway wasn't a mean or boring person; no, he was a nice and almost playful person. He had turned away from you to simply accept your challenge at the 'boss level' round in which you needed to defeat in order to greet your Icelandic friend.
So you pushed him out of the way.
"Hey Emil, how ar-" Just as you were in the heart of finally saying something to Iceland, a brash American had gripped your shoulder and started to laugh. Almost with tears stinging your eyes, you hopelessly looked up at America with glazed orbs wondering what could be so important that he had to interrupt your time of talking with Iceland.
"(Name)! Dude, like we're playing this epic game right now and you totally have to join in. No buts either, come on!" All you could do was utter a small whimper as America dragged you away from Iceland who just blinked and waved at you as you were dragged away.
Eventually, everyone was sat in a circle and you gave out a huff as you had been placed right on the other side of the shape, no-where near your dear crush. You had no idea what game you were even playing, but it was obvious America wanted you to start it off as he held out a hat full of slips of paper. You were instructed to pluck out a country, and as you dipped your fingers into the hat to do as you were told, realisation suddenly hit you and you understood just what game you were playing.
Seven minutes in heaven and hell. As the title resounded in your head, your eyes quickly darted down to the paper in your hand. As your heart thumped against your chest with all its might, you already had inkling about who you had 'won'. Just as you thought, the name and flag on the paper belonged to Iceland.
"Iceland." You muttered out, trying to act all calm and collected. Finally, you had a whole seven minutes to converse with him, completely uninterrupted and away from prying eyes and ears. You also had to let out a sigh of relief at the fact that you hadn't had to go in there with anyone creepy or disgusting.
"What?" Iceland said as his eyes widened a little and his vision locked with yours as you stared at each other. "What do I have to do now?" He asked, almost as if he was worried.
"You just have to stay in the closet with me for seven minutes. Have you never played this game before?" You cocked your head to the side as America took the paper off of you and forced you to stand up. It was clear he was eager to get you in the closet with the Icelandic boy, probably so the rest of the world could crowd around the door and listen to see if you were up to anything rude and dirty. Honestly; you would love to get up to rude and dirty things with Iceland, but there is no way you would outwardly admit that or want anyone else to know about it.
France was about to suggest something, but you subtly kicked him in the side. You didn't want him to make things utterly awkward between you and your Icelandic friend. "What was zat for!?" The Frenchman yelled, but you acted like nothing had happened as Iceland made his way towards you and the closet.
You ignore the question and was soon placed inside the cramped and very warm closet. America closed the door behind you and through the wood his muffled voice came droning in. "OK, do the rules are that you have seven minutes in there to do whatever you want! We can't intervene, so don't just rape each other or somethin'. Kay? Your time starts now!"
Then there was silence. You wanted to say something, especially since you had been searching for the boy most of the night, yet nothing came to your mouth. You wanted to at least say hello, and yet still nothing. You stared at the door through the darkness, your fingers curled to make tight fists as you urged your brain to stop being so lazy and mentally told your voice box to stop being so French and stop being on strike.
Eventually, it was Iceland that broke the silence. "Why did you kick France?"
"A minute ago. He was going to say something and you kicked him." Iceland had turned to look at you and you did the same to view him. Even in a dim light his lilac eyes still sparkled beautifully. They were like two portals to his soul and unlike his brother's eyes; his were full of life and thought.
I just had the urge to kick him
" You lied.
"What?" Iceland cocked an eyebrow at you and then turned away with a sigh escaping his lips. "You don't make any sense." He admitted as he shuffled his feet amongst the clutter on the floor. You had never expected England to have such a cluttered closet.
"Oh come on." You rolled your eyes a little and turned so you could lean your back against the wall and view Iceland fully. He may have been a little shorter compared to his 'brothers', well, all accept Finland that is, but he was still tall enough to have a bit of height over you. You let your eyes scan over his frame before you spoke again; "Are you telling me you've never looked at France and not wanted to kick him?"
"Huh?" Iceland turned to look at you and flashed you a meek smile. "That's not the point. He was going to tell me how to play this game."
"No, he was going to say something inappropriate." You scoffed with a little smile of your own. Maybe you should have let France speak after all; maybe then you would have got a peck on the cheek from the sweet Icelandic guy. It was too late now though. What had been done had been done and at least it had sprouted a conversation between the two of you. "He probably would have told you that the rules of the game were to kiss me or something silly like that."
Iceland didn't say anything back to that for a few moments. Your body tensed a little at his silence, wondering why he had fallen so quiet. "Ice?" you whispered and broke him from his contemplation.
"Mm, why would kissing you be bad? Is that how we lose this game?"
"What? N-no, I don't think you can lose this game. I guess in a way kissing would be considered winning the game, but like I said, I don't think you can win or lose. Now that I think about it, it's a flawed and stupid game
you wouldn't mind if I kissed you?"
"KISS ME!?" You shouted and you jumped a little at your own loud voice. You bumped your head against the wall and bent forward as your hands held the back of your skull, trying to press down and numb the pain that spread over it. You heard the party outside the closet hush as well; all curious as to why you had shouted that. "Ouch
" You murmured as tears buddied at the corners of your eyes. "W-why would you want to do that?" You whispered timidly as you tried to remove your hands from your pounding head.
Iceland was startled at how you banged your head and was quick to rush to you. He put a hand on your hair and stroked where you had bumped yourself. "W-well
normally you k-kiss someone when you like them. So
figure it out."
"'like them'?" You echoed his words and then tried to figure it out like you had been instructed to. A blush spread over your cheeks and you looked at Iceland who turned from your glare with a tsundere blush plastering his beautiful features. "I-Ice
you like me?" your fingers trembled a little as you stretched your hand out to take his into your palm.
He remained silence but did look at your for a brief moment. You felt a smile curl the corners of your mouth and stepped closer to him. He finally turned his body toward you, but his eyes were busy looking at the array of coats hung beside you. He wanted to look anywhere besides into your eyes at that moment, feeling very embarrassed about what you had deducted with your amazing Sherlock Holmes powers. Iceland finally uttered something; an indirect answer to your question.
"I have been trying to say hello to you all evening, but people kept getting in the way. I was going to confess by taking you outside and sitting with you in England's garden under the moonlight. That probably would have been a much better place than some stupid, stuffy closet, but I guess
I was too impatient to wait."
"Oh Iceland, I don't care where or how you confess to me
because it's still YOU confessing and that is more than I have ever dreamed of
I like you too Ice, and have done for a while now." You said with a blush staining your features.
You rolled your eyes slightly at his doubtfulness, but when they returned to their original position, you saw Iceland was looking at you, a little helplessly and hopeful. You nodded your head and decided it was time to 'win' the game. You leaned forward and placed a soft and modest kiss onto his lips. The palms of your hands had become sweaty and your heart had leapt into your throat.
At the gentleness of which you kissed him, Iceland's eyes widened and his body winced; out of shock, not pain or disgust. It took him a moment, but soon he regained control of his limbs and thoughts and let his eyes fall shut. You only wanted to give him a quick kiss because you had become a little shy about the scenario, but Iceland wasn't going to let you retreat so quickly. He gripped hold of your hand to stop you from pulling away and then let his hands grab onto your waist.
He moved his lips against yours with a passion that could melt any ice, though his kiss was a little sloppy and inexperienced. That was fine though, as instincts took over and the both of you fell into a similar motion that felt almost familiar and natural as you began to enjoy a warm and wet kiss. You put your hands on Iceland's shoulders and let your lips open and close around his before moving your head to the opposite side as he did with his. It wasn't long before the two of you felt a little more confident and decided to lick at each other's lips, hungry to devour each other since you had liked each other for so long yet kept your feelings pent up.
Good things never last forever though, and just as you felt the tips of his cold fingers brush against your heated skin hidden under your clothes, the door to the closet opened up. The two you jolted away from each other and golden rays flooded into the closet, demolishing the darkness and privacy the two of you had had. You were certain that wasn't seven minutes!
"Were you two
just kissing?!" Denmark said with a confused face that then exploded to one of excitement. "Oh my Odin! Congratulations! I always knew you two would be so good together!"
Finland clapped his hands together. "Now you have to start calling her (Name)-dearest~! Oh wow, good luck to the both of you!"
"S-shut up!" Iceland shouted as his face was as red and as sweet as a strawberry. You had a face similar to his but you were looking away from the Nordic region five.
As Iceland was shouting and defending himself against Denmark and Finland, Norway slunk his way over to you. He put a hand on your shoulder and you looked up into his dull eyes. A small and casual smile was on his lips; a rare sight but a lovely and handsome one. "Welcome to the family." He said in a low tone and you felt your body quiver a little from the embarrassment and joy.