Seven Minutes in Heaven (Turkey)

Bright Red Fez

You smack your forehead and go to the closet to wait for the Turk. You knew he was nothing more than a pervy old man. 

"Boo!" someone shouts, jumping on you and causing you both to fall to the ground. You didn't notice the closet door had closed. As Turkey rolled off of you, laughing, you purse you lips at him. 

"Aren't you a little old to be jumping like that, old man?" you sigh.

"I'm hurt, (Y/n), I might not be as limber as I was in the old days but still..." the man pouts and you feel bad for saying what you did. 

"I'm sorry, you not that old. You just look older. You're probably younger that China and Prussia, if that makes you feel better." you say hopefully, scooting closer to the Turkish man. 

"Give me a kiss and I'll call it even." Turkey, excited, leans even closer to where you are blushing and gasping. "Please?" he adds pitifully.

Biting you lip, you lean more forward, your lips almost touching his when he pulls away, blushing more than you. 

"Never mind, I'm not that upset anyway." he groans, moving to the other side of the closet. Embarrassed, you sit in the awkward silence, waiting for the door to unlock. Suddenly, you feel someone next to you but you don't move. Refusing to notice the  Turk sends him over the edge with madness and he pushes you to the wall. You eyes squeeze shut when you hear him growl quietly, afraid for the worst, when you feel something soft brush your lips and the pressure on your shoulders ease into an embrace against Turkey. 

Kissing the top of your forehead, he releases you and gets up as the door opens. You rush after him, calling his name. 

"Hey, we should... hang out sometime." you blush, staring at your feet before quickly adding 'old man' to the end of the sentence. 

He smiles and rubs your arm. "That would be nice," he murmurs sweetly before disappearing from the party.