Seven Minutes in Heaven (Romania)

"The saint of fishermen? Who's...?" you murmur. 

"That would be mine." a calm voice interjected, his arms threading around your waist. You are frozen in place, this strange voice holding a spell over you. 

"Who...?" you spin to see the figure. "Ah!" you gasp, spinning into your best friend, Romania. 

"Did I tell you I had a scary vampire voice?" he chuckled, pinning you to his chest as he stumbled over to the closet. You giggling as you tried walk backwards, still pressed against him. 

"What are you doing?" you laugh as he keeps walking straight into the closet's back wall. 

"I don't know!" he replied, laughing back, tightening his grip on you as he rocked back and forth on his heels. 

"Hey, guess what!" he chuckled, nuzzling your hair with his nose. 

"Hm~" you moan softly, smiling at the sent of strawberries. 

"Your hair smells nice." 

You pull away slightly to look in his eyes, "You smell nice too. Like strawberries."

"You smell like blackberries," he smirks, leaning closer, "Do you taste like them?" 

You shiver lightly as he slowly tilts his head so that his lips fit yours perfectly. He pulls away, licking his lips, causing you to blush.

"You do." he says lowly, tracing shapes on your hips where his hands held you. You pull your hands from between your chest and his and tug his face back down to yours.

"Oh, hush." you whisper, kissing his again. 

"Times up! Out! It's my turn!" America bursts into the closet and throws the both of you out of the closet with France already clinging to his American lover's waist. 

You stick your tongue out at the now shut door and lean against Romania the rest of the night.