"HEY EVERYONE, 7 MINUTES OF HEAVEN NOW, SO GET IN HERE!!!" America suddenly yells, making me jump.

Everyone gathers on or around the sofas in the room in front a closet that America must've hauled out of a bedroom somewhere. I find Hungary and Poland, and sit in between them, with Lithuania next to him and Austria next to her. This should be fun.

"Alrighty, who first?" asks America, holding out a hat with little slips of paper in it. He goes over to where the Nordics are sitting and brandishes it at them. Finland reluctantly puts his hand in the hat.

"Hey, Sophy, didn't you used to have a thing for him?" asks Hungary, nodding at Finland. I blush.

"It was short lived."

"Yeah, but didn't you, like, stalk him online?" Poland butts in. Hungary laughs.

"Sounds about right."

"I did not! I just..... Observed him."

"She followed him home once."

"I was lost!"

"Like that totally isn't creepy," says Feliks, nudging me.

"Shut up."

"Hey, dude, you got Sweden!" America yells. Sweden looks at Finland, grunts slightly and then pulls him into the closet. I know exactly what they'll be doing there. God, they're the most obvious couple ever. The fact that Sweden calls Finland his "wife" is enough, surely.

I look over at Hungary. "Hey, you want something to drink?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "Nah, I'm all right."

"Ja, ok. I'm gonna go and get a beer or something."

"How many beers have you had, exactly?" asks Austria. Hungary laughs.

"Just don't get too drunk, all right?" I give her a look.

"I can hold alcohol. And how drunk do you think I'll get of one beer? That's got to be one hell of a beer."

"I know. Anyway, see ya." I smile and walk off the the bar area. Spain is there, whispering to Romano. Oh shit. I get the feeling I've walked in on a moment here.

I grab a bottle of German beer (the best, obviously) and try to make it look like I'm not interested, even though I really am. I mean, whoa, Spain and Romano. It's just so obvious. Even though Romano would deny it to the grave.

"Fuck off, bastard," hisses Romano. Spain protectively puts his arms around him, and Romano blushes.

"Ignore him. Are you liking the party?" asks Spain, beaming at me.

"Ja. Hey, I'm gonna leave you two to it..." I back away slowly.

"Hey, Deitich!" someone yells behind me. I turn around and see America waving to me.

"Oh, um, hi," I say, putting down the beer.

"Someone chose you for 7 minutes of heaven. So get over here." I roll my eyes. Oh Jesus. It'd better not be him. I'm fine with pretty much anyone. In fact, I'm kind of hoping it's Hungary or Poland or one of my friends because then we can just joke about that for years to come.

"Who?" I ask, as he drags me into the room. America doesn't say anything, he just gestures to a tall man leaning against the wall.

Shit.

Russia.

Fuck.

He turns to me and smiles. "Seems like I chose you, da?" I nod and roll my eyes.

"Let's get this over with, huh?" And then I'm being pushed into the closet with Russia by America and Canada.

"Well.... This is fun," I say. The closet isn't very large, and while I'm quite small, Russia's really quite big, so we're squashed against each other. He turns me around gently and hugs me. I blush, thankful that I can't be seen in the dark.

"So, do you want to play game?" he asks.

"Um....."

"Because this isn't just game for me." If he means what I think he means.....

Well. It's not like I'd say no.

"What do you mean?" I whisper.

"You are very pretty girl," he says, stroking my hair. I blush even deeper.

"Well..." I stroke his cheek. I mean, I'm not going to pretend, I am quite interested (I think) so I might as well play the game. Germany and Prussia are going to kill me, but oh well. "You're very handsome." He takes my hand and looks at me intensely, and then leans down, and I go on my tiptoes. His lips meet mine gently and he puts his arms around my waist.

"Mmm..... You are good kisser, too," he murmurs. I blush even more (if that was possible) and kiss him back. God, I had no idea.... I didn't think he was interested.

He isn't! Of course he isn't! This is just a game, remember?

He kisses my neck, running his hands through my hair. I moan slightly and then hug him, nuzzling my face into his chest. He chuckles softly and kisses the top of my head.

So nothing major happens for those seven minutes, just him gently kissing and cuddling me. Which I quite like, actually, even though I know it's just a game. When we can hear people moving around outside again, we quickly break apart and then America opens the doors. Most people look pretty disappointed, as if they thought we'd be ripping each other's clothes off or something. However, my brothers and weirdly enough, America, look visibly relieved. I get out of he closet, smooth my skirt and go back to sitting with Hungary. Poland and Lithuania seem to have mysteriously disappeared, probably along with Lithuania's virginity.

"What did you do in there?" Hungary whispers. I bite my lip.

"We just talked, really. I mean, neither of us was going to humour America and play the game, so we just chatted." Hungary looks at me oddly.

"What did you talk about?"

"Not much really. Types of vodka, which was him, older siblings being protective, why America is so obnoxious." She giggles and smiles.

"Trust you to be so boring, Deitich." Wow. If only she knew.

"Yeah, well, I'm not kissing Russia." I look up and see Germany not too far away. He's talking to Italy, but I can tell he was listening to what I was saying. He nods at me and turns away. He was certainly fooled.

Fooled? What am I talking about? There was nothing to be fooled about. We were just playing the game. It meant nothing.

At least, not to him.