Hetalia 7 Minutes in Heaven: Chocolate Bar-Sealand

In your hand you pulled out from the black hat a...chocolate bar with one small bite mark on the side.

You were disappointed that the person who had the chocolate bar ate a piece and, whatever was inside there, could had polluted it with germs inside.

"Dude, why's there a candy half eaten in here?" asked Alfred who looked down at the hat with curiosity.

Suddenly, the hat started to shift as if something was inside and out of nowhere a head popped out! It was Gilbert, the nation of Prussia!

"Not sorry," he said, "but that was a good bar and the awesome stomach of mine wanted it!"

"THAT'S CRUEL!" a female voice shouted down from inside the hat.

"Why do I have to be stuck in this hat with the author, it's annoying!" Before you knew it, Gilbert snatched the chocolate bar and started eating it.

Seriously, how many things did Alfred steal and managed to put inside that hat? After Gilbert suddenly ducked back into the hat, the room was silent for most of the minutes until you remembered the seven minutes game. Alfred didn't remember who he stolen that bar from, but when you were about to ask if you could trade the item for someone else, you felt your shirt/dress/outfit piece being tugged annoyingly.

When you looked over, you didn't see anyone but your eyes glanced down to see Sealand with large blue eyes in the style of puppy eyes.

"Oh, Peter," you said happily.

"How come you didn't figure it out it was me?" asked Sealand sadly. "When I saw America stealing items he didn't put mine in, so I put it there so you could pick me!"

Wait, so Alfred didn't steal from Peter? That wasn't right, you thought, you knew Peter's a nation and was better than any of them!

Just before Peter could pull you away to the closet, Arthur from behind took hold of your shoulder and pulled you close to whisper in your ear.

"He's not participating in this game," Arthur said to you, "so you shouldn't go inside with Peter, he won't notice a thing."

"Hey, I wanna go in with him!" you protested at him. "He's a great nation, and nothing will change my mind about him, all right?"

"But he's not a nation and-"

"He IS a nation, Arthur!" you hissed at him unhappily.

Without any reply, you venture into the closet feeling the sense of nervousness from going into the closet with just Peter. You and him were always the best of friends but the cliché thing about it was that you always thought of him more of a...boyfriend than just a pair of friends. The thought made you shiver a little of embarrassment and shyness.

Entering inside and closing the door behind created the whole closet dark with darkness and you wandered aimlessly around in hopes to find Peter who didn't seem to speak.

"BOO!" shouted a monstrous voice.

That sudden frightened you enough to fall onto the floor with your head between your knees and hands on top to protect yourself. But after realizing the delighted sounds of laughter from the young nation, you immediately flushed pure red of humiliation.

"Peter!" you shrieked.

"Sorry, but I couldn't resist!" he said between fits of giggles.

"Where are you?"

Then a large object had just wrapped itself behind your back which replied, "Right here, _______________!"

You couldn't keep your heart rate from ceasing its quickened pace; Peter only made it worse by hugging you tightly as you tried to emerge out of your uncomfortable position. After a few brief minutes of companionship Peter stopped the hugged and you were free to move around willingly, after that the two of you remained silent until you felt a tap on the shoulder.

"Listen, I found something under America's clothes,"

"What?" you asked eagerly.

"Turn on your phone." He said and you dug out your phone from the left side pocket of your outfit.

After turning it on to give some light you saw from Peter's hand a pink Victoria's Secret panty in his hand as he blushed profoundly with light, navy blue eyes glance sideways.

"Are those...?"

Peter gave a nod, answering your question. You and he could hear each other giving off little chuckles that soon led to outbursts of cheer-and to think the cause of it was Alfred's (actual) lover! The thought was hilarious, but your subconscious wondered if he and this secret lover ever did the 'birds-and-the-bees' thing in here.

"What else is in here?" Peter wondered loudly as he searched upon a pile of dirty clothes.

And so begun the joyful scavenging game the two of you played together, the game was simple: if one of you found an unexpected item from a nation, you get the loser to do whatever you wished.

"Found anything yet?" asked Peter teasingly.

"No, you?"

"No but I'll beat you,"

"Not if I beat you first, Pete!"

You were bulldozing around Alfred's dirty laundry (which was revolting) and couldn't find anything unlike him and felt like disclaiming your search until you pulled out a black shirt to discover...

"Oh my god, look at this!" you shrilled excitedly.

You felt Peter's chin on your left shoulder and you pulled your phone's light to the item: a tea bag.

"What's so interesting about it?" he asked.

"Alfred hates tea," you said observantly and picked up the unused teabag, "so it's obvious what happened: Arthur gave him some teabags so he could drink them but, secretly," you smirked in mid sentence. "He hates tea so he puts them in here in...The Closet of Secrets~!"

"That should be a Harry Potter title!" Peter concluded.

"No, HP finished years ago," you said. "But how 'bout we make our own? We can call it 'Peter __________ The Closet of Secrets'!"

"Brilliant! Let's make our own story and have hundreds of adventures and the villain can be Arthur, since he makes terrible scones, right?"

"Did you forget anything?"

Peter blinked at you confusingly. "What?"

"I WON, SO YOU'RE MINE!" you shouted at him unhappily.

Peter oddly blushed shyly and asked, "What-what do you mean? I-I know...you won, love, but what do you want me to do?"

So many possibilities! You could make him do whatever you wished and the ideas continued to pour miraculously as your teeth formed a chilling grin to Peter. Something struck in your head like lightning and you turned your gaze over to Peter, your sudden expression of demureness was seen along with a dust of pink over your cheeks.

"I want you to kiss me," you demanded gently.

"Ki-kiss you?"

"It'll be our pack in our stories."

"Uh-I-um-!" Peter was a mess of stutters and overpowered blushes.

"If you can't accept my request," you said, "then I'll be forever sad-and I won't write that fanfic for you!"

"N-no, it's just that I have a crush on someone, is all!"

Silence drifted around the closet when you heard those words stammered out from his mouth but nothing was more hurtful than anything you could ever imagined.

"Really?" you asked in a fake tone of happiness. "Who is she?"

"You know her," he said. "She's in the closet with me."

The phone's light shut off a few moments later and before you could even utter a word, a pair of lips out of nowhere connected with yours in a sweet kiss. It didn't take too long for the two of you to deepen the kiss, both parties exploring the new feeling that felt soft and tender.

"OH MY GOD!"

Abruptly the kiss was short after hearing a terrified scream from Alfred who, (almost in every H7MIH chap.) on purposely, opened the door with a camera as he filmed the two of you who were in shock.

"Is this going to be a brand new romance? I can't wait to-"

Before he finished, you grabbed the closest thing around and threw it directly on his face! Alfred dropped his camera and held his nose with both hands, groaning in agony as you and Peter stumbled bashfully out.

"Is that my teabag box?" squawked Arthur in horror.

You and Peter decided to sneak off away from Alfred and Arthur's forming tension that lead to large crowds betting each other who would win as the two men began battling over the answer of Arthur's teabag box gift.

As you walked beside Peter, you felt a hand slightly slithering over to yours and gave a tiny squeeze. When you glanced over to Peter, he seemed a little flushed but was also watching your gaze at him, feeling a tad of love in his eyes towards you.

"So back in there..." you started.

He nod once.

"That was your confession? To me?"

"Yes, love," he answered with a frail smile.

You squeezed his hand back as a response, smiling to him.

"I love you."

Peter looked up to you, surprised. But then he grinned.

"I love you, too, love."

And with that, the two of you held hands together in the living before leaving. It felt nice knowing the little nation and you were finally together, and that felt wonderful to you.