7 Minutes In Hetalia (Hetalia Fan-Fic)

11. A Piece Of Licorice >Iceland<

This chapter is dedicated to Thebluedemon.

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You reach into the hat to find a long, spiral-feeling stick. You pulled it out to examine.

It was a piece of licorice.

You examined the red piece for a second. Who liked licorice?

"Who put this in?" you asked.

"IT WAS ME!" Denmark yelled, pushing Iceland in front of him.

"You put something in there for me?!" Iceland asked, nervous.

Denmark laughed and pushed him into the closet, making him fall forward on his hands. You walked into the closet after choking him with his red tie.

"Seven minutes, brosephs!" America said, closing the door.

You both stayed there on opposite sides of the closet. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"H-Hey, um, NAME," he said, scratching his neck.

"Hey, Iceland," you said, smiling weirdly.

"W-What do we do in here? Denmark volunteered me, that bast***...." he mumbled.

"You don't really want to do anything in here, do you?" you asked.

"Yes, thanks. It would just be awkward," he said.

A strong hand wrapped around your waist, and you felt the other against your head. Your body was up against his. He sighed, smiling at you. You were just about as tall as him, so his chin touched the top of your head. He looked down at you.

"Thanks for understanding," he smiled.

He leaned down and kissed the top of your forehead. Your face felt like it was ablaze. You could tell that you were blushing like crazy. Iceland was so cute. His blue eyes were full of wonder and amazement. They were like blue unending tunnels.

"I understand your dilemma," you said to him.

You understood, though you really didn't; why did he feel so nervous about this? You felt nervous, too, but not as much as him, apparently. You laid your head back on his chest as he put his chin on your head and put his other hand around your waist with the other one.

You two stood there in silence as you heard his heartbeat. Normal, slow, steady. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump....

The door opened with America on the other end.

"Seven minutes are up, dudes," he said, walking from the door-frame.

You pulled away from Iceland and smiled at him, him smiling back at you. You both talked to each other all night. Your relationship grew. Maybe not too much, but that was an intimate moment. You might even have a really big crush on him. A really big crush. You like him, maybe even love him. Love. It sounds like a word in faerie tales. But this is your faerie tale~.

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What did you think? Rate, comment, like. I love Iceland. So adorable >w< Ask, and you shall receive. Ve~!

also since people are talking about his blue eyes, it's purple in the manga like a few others'