You excitedly reach your hand into the hat, wondering who you would get of the handsome men around you. Well, you did hope for a certain one, not that you'd ever tell anyone. Blushing already, you pulled out a...
Confused, you hold the jersey up, thinking it belonged to America or China. Think of the shocked look that crossed your face as your crush stepped forward. He, of course, took this shock as disappointment.
"Hello, (Y/n)," Lithuania said meekly, "Sorry that you chose me."
You bit your lip, staring at the ground when a weak hand catches your as shyly drags you to the closet.
"I-it's fine. I actually kind of wanted to get you." blushing, you shuffled your feet.
"Oh?" Liet says playfully, his personality changing as he drops your hand in favor of carefully cupping your hips. Your blush darkens but you lock your hands behind his neck. "Why would you want that?"
You smile, forcing back a giggle, "Because you aren't grope-y."
Liet pouts, "I'm not?" he whimpers, sliding his hands a little closer to your butt, "I was trying so hard~"
You can't help it. As his fingers slide back to their original spot on your hips you throw your head back, laughing loudly.
"Don't laugh at me! I can be a pervert!" he chuckles, tracing circles on your hips with his thumbs. You stand on your toes and whisper in his ear.
"Then show me." you smirk, pulling away as the door opens. You strut out of the small closet, the small Baltic man chasing behind you.