Seven Minutes in Heaven (Norway)

"I'll... I'll just pick for you." he murmurs as he sticks his hand in the hat. Pulling his hand out, you see something catch the light. 

You crane your neck, trying to see what he grabbed, hoping that it was a certain Dane's item. 

Finally, Prussia holds it up and you sigh, seeing what it was. The item in Prussia's pale hand was a...

Defiantly not Denmark's.

Rolling your eyes, you walk to the closet, waiting for your crush's 'best friend'. You were not as daft as the attractive blonde and knew that Norway was not a fan of Den. 

You hear a disgruntled voice and you purse your lips, waiting for the seven minutes in Hell to end. 

A grunt. The door slams shut. Angry mutterings in a strange language. 

"Hey Norway." you sneer, causing the quiet man to jump.

"(Y/n)," he says with equal venom in his voice, "Still clinging to my 'brother'?"

"Of course~" you smile before raising your eyebrows innocently at him, "Still playing with your imaginary friends, Ice Queen?"

You hear a noise from his throat and you smirk.

Then, something pushes you to a wall, causing you to gasp. 

"They. Aren't. Imaginary." he growls, sending shivers down your spine. 

"Nor-Norway?" you stutter, frightened by how you could feel his hot breath on your face, "Can you... take a step back?" you hear your voice get smaller and you hate it. "Please?" You hate it but he was scaring you. 

Now it was his turn to smirk. Norway's hands move from your shoulders , down your arms and to your hips, keeping a tight grip on your body where ever they went. 

He leans a little closer to you, his breath now tickling your neck. "What if I say no?" 

"Then... then I'll scream!" you say, mustering the little courage you could. 

"And if I cover your mouth?"

"I'll-I'll..." you look away, wondering what you could do. You had never noticed but 'The Ice Queen' was rather well built. He could probably take you. Suddenly you think of something. "I'll-" and your mouth are covered. Whatever was over them was warm. And soft. And moving? 

Lips. Lips were definitely touching yours. 

Were you going to let them? Let them man you had grown to hate kiss you like this? 

You moan softly as one of his hands make their way to your hair.

Ya, you were going to let him.

The door slams open and a familiar Dane bursts in the small closet, forcing you and Norway to break apart. 

"(Y/n), are you al-" he shouts, stopping short upon seeing you covered mostly by the Norwegian man. "Nevermind~" he giggles, closing the door again. 

You both stand in silence, staring at the closed door when a devious thought crosses your mind. 

"They're imaginary." you smirk, tearing Norway's gaze from the door. The mischievous glint in his eyes send you wild and you kiss him again, ignoring the fact that he was your enemy because, damn, he was so amazing to be with. 

"They aren't." he says sternly, walking away from you and back into the party. You wait a second, catching your breath before going into the crowd again as well, ignoring the Ice Queen for the rest of the night.