Seven Minutes in Heaven (Spain)

"Ah! That is mine!" a cheery voice said from behind Prussia. You see a tan, brunette poke his head out from behind your friend and you gasp, recognizing the man as a childhood friend. 

"T-Toni?!" you stutter.

"Uh, actually, I'm Spain. I just didn't want you to think me a freak, (Y/n)." he rubbed the back of his head, "It's been too long..."

"Damn right! Let's go start catching up!" you scold, dragging the man to the closet. 

As the door creaks shut, Spain pins you to a wall. 

"Sorry (Y/n), but I've wanted to do this for way to long. We'll have to catch up another time." he says playfully. Before you can even ask what he wanted to do, he answered you. 

"Let me teach you about the meaning of kisses." he smirked, tracing the shape of your arm and pulling your hand close to his lips. You feel them brush your knuckles before he leans close. 

"I adore you..." Toni-Spain whispers. With him leaning close you fight the urge to just kiss him back as he kisses your forehead. 

"I will protect you," he murmurs, pulling away and leaving you blushing. You didn't notice his own matching blush as he kissed your cheek.

"We're friends..." followed by a kiss further back, on your ear.

"I really like you..." and then he gave you needed space, enough that you could run but you couldn't, your legs gone to jelly. 

"And this," he breathed kissing you lips, "It means that I love you."

Your (e/c) eyes widen as he pulls away, a sad smile on his face. 

Your blush deepens and you bite your lip before kissing him again on the lips. Pulling away, you smile and walk out of the closet as the door opens.

You continue the party like nothing happened when you saw Spain again. 

"Hey," you whispered, slipping a paper into his hand that you had written your address on. 

"Tomorrow. 6 P.M. Don't be late."