Intro

The World Meeting was finally over. Time to go home to the internet. Well, that’s what you think it was. Countries were leaving one by one out of the lobby. The aftermath of boredom from Germany’s speech still lingers in you as you waited for most of them to get out. You would not want to risk yourself of getting squished between foreign countries.

“Hey, _______. You alright?” England says beside you as he places a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah. Just as bit… Jetlag, that’s all.” You replied, standing up, stretching your arms up in the process.

The Allied and Axis powers are left, fixing the room since they’re in charge of the World Meeting. You don’t belong here. England, sure that you were fine and that you regained composure, lets you walk to the door.

To your surprise, the door slammed shut in front of you, startling you a bit, losing your drowsiness completely. The steel door was cold to your touch as you tried pushing it open. It didn’t budge.

“Hey! People are still in here!” you shouted as you banged on the door.

Everyone now had their full attention on you, still unaware of the situation. Germany was the first to approach you after placing down a chair that was about to be put away.

“What seems to be the problem, _____?” he asked.

“The door…. It just… Closed.” You replied, crossing your arms.

Germany tried to do the same thing to open it but got a bit disappointed that it still didn’t work for you know Germany and what he’s capable of. After several tries of effort, Germany finally gave up, maintaining his cool temperament as he’s finished his last try.

“Guys. I guess we’re locked in.”

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Well, you guys accepted your fates anyway. At least there was a bathroom in the room they rented out for the meeting. And probably coffee that would last until tomorrow morning. And that’s about it. Sleeping over in the lobby with the countries you don’t even know much.

“Oh, yeah. You know… Back in Cincinnati, we used to play this game..” America started as people finally settled in their makeshift beds of connected chairs.

“What kind of game is it now, America?” England asks, annoyed as he was already preparing to doze off.

“Seven Minutes in Heaven…”

“Ohohoho! Sounds really interesting…” France exclaims.

“What’s a-this game’s-a all about?” the one called Italy questions, getting slightly perked up by the mention of a game in the middle of a night.

“Oh, it’s pretty awesome, guys. There’s this room where you get to spend 7 minutes with a person and you can do anything you want with them!” America continues, checking everyone’s faces if his game met their expectations.

“Anything?” Russia asks, tilting his head in curiosity.

“Anything, man.” America replied.

France sat up in excitement, obviously that this was in his expertise.

Germany and Japan seem to look away, shaking their heads in disapproval. Italy and Russia just stared blankly at America, like trying to calculate the rules of the game. England continued to ignore America and his silly recreational invention. China was thinking about something.

“Well, guys?” America pushed in.

“Well, I hope I don’t get locked in with a guy if that’s the case.” China finally lets out his thoughts.

Then and there, everyone looked at you. Only England was left out from the sudden realization that you are the only girl in here.

Oh, hell no.