Hetalia Seven Minutes in Heaven Nyo Belarus Panty

In your hand you pulled out from the black hat a…pair of pink underwear…

Why was it that when you wanted to pick something NOT perverted…your faith towards that wish is depleted from the very beginning? Before you could ask whose underwear you just took out, someone suddenly snatches the undies and you realized that this belongs to Nikolai, the Nyotalian version of Natalya (Belarus).

You watched as he lustfully holds onto the pair of panties close to his chest and glared dark daggers at you to which you gulped in fear.

"How dare you take my precious treasure?" he hissed disrespectfully at you with hateful eyes like a threat to his 'precious treasure.'

"Dude, why would I want to pick out a pair of someone's panties?" you asked him and he furrows his eyebrows dartingly. "I bet those are recently used and somehow they got inside—and I swear if they're used-"

"How dare you think such things," Nikolai barked with distaste, "I would steal them and keep them—not put them in some hat where all can steal from me!" Right then, Nikolai puts the pink-colored underwear on his head like a fitting hat and points at it and says, "These are clean, but my big sister's scent still remains to this day after being cleaned!"

You could feel a pulse raging on your forehead at his obsession towards his sister who was shivering like a leaf with the Nyotalia version of the Baltics who shook along in horror of Nikolai. The girl with brownish hair with curls down the bottom making a swan-like hairstyle gave a nervous smile and waves to him, but Nikolai took no notice of the sweet gesture and started to go over the closet in disappointment. You joined with him, a little depressed that Nikolai took such a hating feeling on you for taking someone's panties.

The doors behind you were closed by someone and the light was suddenly turned on by Nikolai who pulled the cord from the lightbulb, showing Alfred's obviously untidy room of (unclean) underwear, an unorganized collection of comics and rows of clothes hung up together in the clothes rack. This closet was large enough to explore a little, and that's hat Nikolai was doing as he searched in his dirty piles of clothes.

You went over to Nikolai's side, an expression of curiosity on your face. "What're you looking-"

"I KNEW IT!" screeched Nikolai who held up in the air a pink laced bra like the one his sister's had. "That Amercian jebaŕ is having an affair with my sister!"

You were confused. "H-how do you-"

Nikolai took the bra close to his nose and started to lustfully smell it and growled angrily. "This is her scent, I know it too well to not know it!"

Nikolai had an aura of anger and furiousness all around him an you could sense it very well enough to know that it was dangerous to piss him off. His body shievered weakly and he seemed drowned in sorrow.

"Uh, Nikolai?" you asked, he looked over his shoulder and you noticed a single teardrop slithering down his eye. "Maybe...Alfred didn't mean for it to happen-"

"What makes you think that that niezhavorlivaha idyjot did this by accident? I have evidence, and I'll..." he didn't speak on and you saw his face scrunched up roughly.

"It's going to be okay, Nikolai," you cooed him, catiously reaching out and placed a sympathetic hand on his back. He looked up to you with tearful eyes, he looked like a newborn baby crying for his mother. "I...never seen you cry like this before. You look cute, but you shouldn't cry, it'll make you depress."

Nikolai flinched and he quickly rubbed his eyes. "Do not speak of this to anyone, or it will be your last."

You took your hand away and smiled gently. "All right then, Nikolai. My lips are sealed."

He looked up to you, an eyebrow rose and he said, "You do not have lips that are sealed..."

You giggled at his confusion. "No, it's a metaphor," you explained and pointed at your lips. "When someone says their lips are sealed, they mean that they will speak of anything except the secert, got it?"

He looked at you, still bewildered but stood up, and you noticed how tall he was like a mountain overshadowing a river.

"Well, if it is a metaphor," he said, "then this is how I would 'seal my lips.'"

And with that sentence of demonstration, Nikolai pulled you by the arms closer, your chest touching and two lips were connected so suddenly. The kiss, although hasty, felt as though there was passion on that kiss. You wondered if he had ever kissed his sister like this because he was damn good at it, and when you thought of it, you felt a tongue licking your bottom lip lustfully which you allowed it to have access in your wet carven.

Nikolai's fingers entangled themselves with your hair and pushed you to deepen the kiss, you tip-toed higher to wrap your arms around his neck. All the noises from outside didn't have any sense as you felt the heat in his lips growing hotter. You opened your eyes a little and saw met his, dark yet so beautiful and you couldn't compare those eyes like any.

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After the seven minutes passed (you and Nikolai were making out. A lot) and you felt tired, you looked up to Nikolai who was beside your side and he nodded out to the door as if to say 'Let's go, _' and the two of you went out without anyone's notice.

But when you got out the door, you looked up on his head and chuckled, "You're still wearing it, Nikolai!"

Nikolai glanced up and saw the pink underwear on his head, he took it off and stared at it for a minute before tossing it behind him without any care. He took you closer by the shoulder and gave a peck on your cheek that made you blush.

"Can I ask why you changed your mind about your sister?"

He looked down at you and said. "I thought that you were a more better choice. But my reason for being with you is that my sister is with someone, but if she were to ever dump that American, I will be the first to comfort her."

You looked a little worried but then you heard a sharp laugh. "I am joking, _. You taught me how to joke more!"

"Yeah..."

He leaned his lips over to your ear and whispered. "You are mine, _. No one will have you but me."

You smiled, and you were touched by his sweet words.