It was that time again. The 7 minutes in heaven party. America loved the chance to stick people with others they didn't even know. Surprisingly, you were very excited and ready for anything, or so you thought. When you walked into the crowded room, your confidence went down the drain. All the faces and conversation floating about deflated and belief in yourself you had initially.
"Hey! If it isn't "___"! It's great to see you again!" America stepped up and hugged you.
"Ready to get this party started?" America saluted you and walked away. "Okay guys! It's party time! You ready mother f-"
"That's quite enough, you wanker. Let us begin." Britain placed his hand over america's mouth. "Shall we?" He smiled and placed the names in the hat on the table. All the people gathered around. "You go first, "___"" Britain smiled at you.
You reached in the hat. you pulled out Britain's name and immediately your eyes widened. Britain was your one and only crush. You loved everything about him. From his hair, to his accent, and even to those British teeth of his, you could find no flaw in him.
"Very well." Britain let out his arm for you. "Although A closet isn't quite gentlemanly, I shall do my best, m'lady." He closed his eyes and smiled adoringly. You followed into the closet as he helped you onto the floor. "Seven minutes huh? In heaven? What exactly does that even mean." He stroked his chin in thought.
"I'm not sure...it's supposed to be like a seven minute speed date, I think." You blushed heavily in response to his question.
"Oh? Okay then, love. But I already know everything about you, Don't I?" He looked slightly embarrassed and thoughtful.
"Well, there's only one thing." You looked at the ground. You couldn't say it, you didn't know how. You felt like there was a log in your throat. Why couldn't you speak, breathe? Why did you feel your heartbeat throughout your entire body?
"And what is that love?" He noticed your feelings and sensations. They were unexplainable.
"You don't have to be nervous, I won't mind it..."
You reached for his hand and held it tight. "T-truth is." you stuttered. "I think I love you. I Think I Always have. I didn't know how to tell you. I didn't want you to hate me."
"Darling..." He placed his hand on your cheek. His eyes welled up with tears. "I could never hate you, love. I've felt the same. I a sorry I didn't tell you. A lady should never have to be the one to say. Let me make it up to you darling. Be mine? I promise, I'll never let you down, I'll never let you fall..."
You felt tears pour from your eyes. "A-Arthur...I-I love you."
"I love you too." He leaned in, hand tangled in your hair, kissing you, holding you tighter than you take. You felt like you were actually melting."
"Love, promise me you'll never leave? Cause if you do, I might revert to my inner pirate..And You don't want that." He smiled.
"I promise...I love you." He hugged you one last time before the door was opened.
"Dude, are you damn serious? And you say you're a gentleman. one, she's crying, and two, you're all up ons her, yo. Fuck off. She ain't into British folk ass."
"actually, you git, we go out." Britain took your hand and led you out into the streets.
"My house, love?" You nodded in agreement and were on your way.