Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven BelarusMore Like This
You walked up to the hat and began your search. You chose a small pocket knife. The blade looked like it was rusted over. After giving the knife a closer look, you suspected it to be blood, not rust. "I have a feeling I've made a horrible mistake." A cold shiver ran up and down your spine and a pair of small arms wrapped around you.
"Big brother was suppose to choose my item, not you. Now give it back!" Belarus snatched the knife from your hand and began to stomp away. She suddenly stopped and rushed back to you, a rather creepy smile covering her otherwise pretty face. "I have an idea." She tightly grasped your hands in hers. "I'll play with you after all." She rushed with you into the closet and sat down.
"Oh crap man, that just ain't right. You don't have to play if you don't want to dude, Bela's totally scary." America shivered.
"He's playing with me, now shut the door!" Belarus clutched hold of you tightly. You were playing, she wouldn't let you leave.
"Okay sure, whatev