Great, another party, organised by the one and only Alfred F Jones – damn socialising is hard, well at least for you. Time after time you'd be invited to parties by your over-enthusiastic American friend, and time after time you'd end up sitting in the corner like the antisocial emo you tried so desperately to hide.

'Oi! (Y/N)!' Alfred called over to you, breaking your melancholy thoughts. 'C'mere!'

You stood up lazily and walked over to Alfred and the other countries sat nearby – by God your inner fan girl was screaming, so many boys, hot, hot boys. Your soon to be perverted thoughts were interrupted by Alfred again :

'We were just about to play a game!' he gestured to the countries around him. 'Want to join?'

Normally you would just refuse but you could see the ear-to-ear grin planted on the yank's face. How could you refuse? You sat down next to Elizaveta who was currently battling Gilbert off her.

'So... what are we playing?' trying to disguise your anticipation you asked cautiously.
'Seven minutes in heaven!' Alfred's grin increased more. If possible.

A deep blush covered your face evoking several smirks and chuckles from the male countries sitting nearby.

'Everyone pick a colour,' you picked the first marker to hand, too nervous to take note of its colour. 'Hmmm, who to go first ... (Y/N)?'

'B-but.'

'No buts,' Alfred placed the hat containing the markers in front of you. 'Pick one.'

You plunged your hand deep into the hat – please let it be a lovely guy.

'Who picked black?' you scanned the room nervously.

'Me.' A deep German tinted voice called out – Ludwig.

'Well then – the closets over there,' Alfred pointed over to the wall. Ludwig stood up then began to walk over to the cupboard, you cautiously followed him into the cramped space. 'Seven minutes starts now!'

'No time to waste.' The German man quietly said before pinning you to the wall.
Ludwig slammed his lips to yours before sliding his tongue against you bottom lip, still shocked by such sudden movements you didn't refuse his advances. His tongue explored your mouth briefly before pulling away for air.

'I'm not one to let an opportunity go to waste.'

'Eh? But we barely know each-' again he cut you off with a sharp and strong kiss, this time his hands ventured down to your waist – you'd heard stories from Feli about Ludwig being a closet pervert but this was even more extreme than you could ever imagine.
His hands slipped under your top but you fought back, flipping him against the wall all the while running your hands through his normally slicked back hair.

'Getting cocky frau?' he smirked into the kiss and allowed you hand to trace his toned stomach.

Your lips collided again in an even more passionate manor but a bright shaft of light tore the two of you apart.

'Someone's enjoying themselves!' Alfred opened the door with a hoard of other curious guests behind him. A deep red blush covered your cheeks but Ludwig simply grabbed you hand and dragged you out of the closet and upstairs into another unoccupied room. Well, let's say you'll be going to more of Alfred's parties.