Hetalia Heaven (Crimson) (Reader Insert)

~7 Minutes in Hetalia Heaven~

[Colour; Crimson]

China


     "AIYAAAAAH! Stop it Korea aru!" The feminine Chinese man squealed as South Korea held up the crystal punchbowl that he had been sipping from all night.

     "Ahaha~ this originated in me!" He sang with a smug smile and glazed over eyes. He swayed from side to side and you could only stand there and watch how the red liquid inside swished and splashed against the curved, clear walls of the dish.

     China quickly darted from one side of the man to the other, stretching his arms up as far as he could to try and reach the punch that was sure to spill everywhere if Korea kept it in his possession any longer. China knew he shouldn't have let Korea anywhere near the alcoholic beverage! To China's dismay, Korea was just far too tall for China to snatch the bowl away from him. He was blushing like mad as he continued to jump up and try to at least graze his fingers against the crystal. You couldn't help but try and stifle a giggle, thinking it was absolutely adorable watching him squirm.

     You suddenly felt a presence approach you. England was coming your way with a charming smile, but as soon as he looked past you and saw the Korean wielding his prized punchbowl over his head, England suddenly flipped out and shoved you aside to rush to the Asian duo. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?! Put it down immediately or I'll have to throw you out of the party!"

     "Hehe this party originated in me da-ze!" Korea giggled but his face soon went into a terrible poker face when he felt the bowl slip from his grasp.

     "AIYAAAAAAH!"

     "Catch Aniki!"

     Luckily, China succeeded in catching the expensive bowl, but not without half of its contents sloshing into his face. China's silky dark hair suddenly became very damp and sticky. His beautiful traditional wear that he saved for only the most special of occasions was ruined from the mixture of port, wine, juice and whatever else England had decided would be a grand idea to pour into the concoction. He wrinkled up his nose and let out a sigh before shifting to the buffet table to set down the bowl.

     You frowned and grabbed hold of a napkin before bringing it over to China. "Can I?" You ask, gesturing to the napkin with your eyes before looking at the crimson liquid dripping down his cheeks. He nodded and closed his eyes as you wiped the tissue over his face, trying to mop up the punch.

     "Awwww I'm sorry -hic- Aniki."

     "No you're not aru! Why are you even around me?! Go away aru!" China blurted out, steam practically shooting out of his ears as he angrily glared at the Korean.

     "Oh, Aniki, you're so funny! You obviously don't mean that da-ze!" Korea mused to himself and patted China on the back, making the small Asian's rage built even more inside of him.

     A bead of sweat formed on the back of your head as you linked your arm around China's and gave an apologetic smile to Korea. "Sorry South Korea, but China has to go and clean up now. Just let me take care of it and we'll see you later on, alright?"

     "Awww OK, you take good care of Aniki! Don't try anything with him! He's so old you'll probably break him with the mere thought of sex da-ze!"

     Before China could even think about a response, a happy-go-lucky American seemed to rise up from nowhere, his iconic laugh accompanying his appearance. "Hahaha! Dudes, like do you totally want to play an awesome game that involves getting locked up in a closet with a mystery person for seven minutes?"

     China blinked and then looked at Korea who had drool coming from his mouth. It was so strange seeing him in such a dazed state. It wasn't that often the older nation saw the younger 'brother' intoxicated, and he really wishes he hadn't had the 'pleasure' of it. If China had the misfortune of ending up in the stuffy closet with a certain Korean who idolised him, then he might just cry.

     "No way aru! Play without me, I'm going to get clean." He stuck his nose into the air and started to make his way to the kitchen, tugging you away as well since you were still locked around his limb.

     "Uh C-China..." The two of you entered the kitchen just as Prussia, Spain and France was leaving. They shut the door after themselves, leaving you and China alone in the cold place. It was a mess and a small pool of whisky shone your reflection back at you as you glanced at the floor. You had no doubt that it was part of the aftermath of the congregation of the 'Bad Touch Trio' as they were called by many.

     "Hmm... cloths... cloths... Where does England keep his cloths aru?!" China raged, pulling open random draws with his hands that were covered by his long sleeves.

     "Here's one..." You picked it up and doused it in water. You rang it out and offered it to China. "So... are you really not going to play that Seven minutes game?"

     China sighed. "No way. If I get stranded in there with South Korea, then that would suck ball."

     "Well... what if you picked someone else?"

     "Like who aru?"

     You hesitated. "Me?"

     China rubbed the damp fabric over his face, clearing away the alcohol. He pulled the towel down when you had muttered out that one single word. His large, beautiful eyes stared at you while the cloth covered his lips and his blush. "What you mean?"

     You did everything you could to make sure your eyes didn't drift to look into his. "What if you were stuck somewhere with me for seven minutes? Then what would you do?"

     "Thank the non-existent God I didn't get Korea, aru."

     "Oh..."

     "What's that look for?"

     "Nothing." You tried to smile, but it was clear you were disappointed by his response.

     He sighed slightly and combed a few fingers through his pony tail before putting the cloth on the side. His eyes were closed as he tried to wipe away the sticky mess tangling his beautiful, black hair. "What would you want me to do, aru?"

     "Huh?" Your body jerked up slightly and you stepped towards him. Your cheeks were a wonderful, light pink as you thought about his lips connecting to yours, his arms embracing you and your bodies pushed against each other in a modest and sweet kiss. Of course, you would never be so lucky to have such a thing happen to you, so why should you even mention it to the male? "I haven't really thought about it..." You liar.

     China didn't seem convinced. "You are lying aru. Why you always act so timid around me? I've seen how you can be with others, so why are you different around me, aru?"

     You looked at him and felt a lump in your throat. Maybe if you just told him there and then, you could let yourself go around him and relax. You weren't false in his presence or anything like that, but you constantly withdrew yourself. "W-Well... I kind of... like you." You stuttered out as your face heated up and your palms got a little sweaty. Even in the refreshing coolness of the kitchen, you were still subject to your blush's heat.

     "What?! You like me, aru? In what way?"

     "In every way. You're cute, and you love cute things, you can be so proud and I adore that. I think it's sort of funny how you complain about the other nations and your cooking is amazing. Oh and I love the way you say 'aru' so much... Yao... why are you so perfect?" You said as you closed your eyes and took in a breath. It was so strange saying all that to his face. You had thought it in your head many times over, but actually putting a voice to your thoughts was nerve racking.

     "Why... why have you never mentioned any of this before, aru?"

     Your shoulders shrugged. "I didn't think you'd... feel the same way and I've been scared of rejection."

     "Why would I reject you, aru?! You're one of the most amazing girls I have ever met, and you're not like those other douchey countries. I can rely on you, you are always there for me and you save me from Korea. I have just never said it to your face, but I like you too, always have... always will, aru." He whispered the last bit as his sparkling eyes stared at that whisky puddle at your feet.

     "Do you really mean that?"

     "What you think, aru?" China said with a bit of a pout on his lips.

     "I think you're wonderful." You muttered timidly as a harsh blush exploded on your cheeks as your heart pounded like a large drum against your chest, making your ribs rattle as your body anticipated what you planned to do next. You leaned in, placing your lips onto his pursed ones. The mixed tasted that lingered on your mouth and his mingled together as your eyes closed and he stared at your with wide orbs.

     It took a moment, but he finally closed his eyes and felt comfortable in the kiss. He placed his hands, still hidden in the safe recesses of his sleeves, on your waist and pulled you a little closer, accidentally making you splash into that damn whisky on the floor.

     You didn't really care though; you were too busy beginning to move your mouth in sync with his. You felt butterflies flutter around in your stomach, and your heart felt like it was going to jump out of you as you melted away at the soft and gentle texture of his perfect lips. The two of you continued the sweet kiss for a while, but soon your delight was shattered when the door opened.

     Startled by the sudden disturbance, you jolted away and broke the magical connection between you and China. Forgetting that you were standing on a slippery part of the floor, you flew backwards and onto your backside, hitting your head against one of the lower cupboards.

     "Are you all right, aru?!" China shouted, looking down at you in shock and concern.

     You looked up at him with a woozy grin and stammer out "N-never better..." Hitting your head just proved that everything that had just happened was indeed very real.

     Germany stood in the door frame with his hand still on the knob. "Uh... my apologies, I was just coming to get a beer." He stated before closing his eyes and letting his instincts guide him to the fridge.

     China helped you up back onto your feet and you cuddled him slightly. He allowed you to rest your throbbing head on his shoulder. You then felt his warm breath slither into your ear as his whispered into it. His cheek brushed against your ear and strands of hair, tickling him a bit, but he didn't react to it. "We should talk more, later... when we're alone aru."

     You contently smirked and closed your eyes, just happy to be in his arms. "OK. That sounds fine to me." You really couldn't be happier. You weren't exactly in the closet with him, but the kitchen was just as fine.