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Seven Minutes in Heaven (Rome)You excitedly reach your hand into the hat, wondering who you would get of the handsome men around you. Well, you did hope for a certain one, not that you'd ever tell anyone. Blushing already, you pulled out an...More Like This
Olive Branch?
"Ah, shit," an Italian voice says, "Vene, did you invite Grandpa?"
"Grand... pa?" you whisper at Prussia who just laughs quietly. Then, somebody picked you up, bridal style.
"Ah, I get this beautiful girl all to myself for seven minutes!" another Italian voice cheers but this one different from either of the Italy twins. "I am the great Rome and you must be the beautiful Venus!" he laughs, stepping into the dark closet and closing the door.
"Erm, I hate to disappoint, but I'm not your goddess and I really prefer to stay on the ground." you assured flatly, shaking your legs.
"But a woman like you should never have to touch the ground."
"Just stop with the flirting and put me the hell down!" you shout, kicking hard so the he drops you onto y
Seven Minutes in Heaven (Pirate!Prussia)"Is that a pirate hat, Prussia?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.More Like This
"Ja!" he smirks, "In case you haven't noticed, I'm dressed as a pirate. Because I felt like it." Seeming pleased with his answer, he looks back at you.
"So, pick!"
You stick your hand in, curious on what you'll pull out. You feel something interesting and grab it. It was a...
Yellow Quill?
"Hey!" Prussia gasps, "That's mine!" Smiling harder, he pushes you to the closet, "Let's get going!"
"Um, Prussia?"
"Captain Prussia!" he interjects.
"Right," you sigh, "Captain, what exactly are we playing?"
"Why, (Y/n)!" he gasps, "Let me show you."
By the tone of his voice an how he was approaching you, you couldn't say you were too keen on the game. "Prussia, let's think this through." you say, stepping back from his approach. "C-captain?" He grins darkly as you his the back wall.
"No where to run, my pet." he says, slamming his hands on either side of your shoulders, making you flinch.
"Now, now," you press
Mistletoe - PrussiaMore Like This
..in a bedroom.
Hey, this was where you slept the last time you went to America's house! 'Shut up author.' You thought. Meanie. You stared at the ceiling before you decided to sit up.
It looked like a bedroom you'd find in a castle. Candle chandelier and everything. There were even books, for Muffin's sake.
"...I could get used to this." You mumbled, looking around. "Or, you could get off zhe awesome me."
You looked down to be sitting, straddling more like, on Gilbert Beilschmidt, the older brother of Ludwig Beilschmidt. You don't even know how it was possible that Gilbert was the older brother.
"...Nah." You said. He glared at you. "Ja,
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