7 Minutes In Hetalia (Hetalia Fan-Fic)

28. A Soccer Ball >Netherlands<

Okay, so normally, I would never do this because I don't really like Netherlands all that much, but since someone asked politely, I'll do it. I'm getting a crap-ton of requests .__. I didn't think this was all that popular, let alone GOOD.

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You glared at America when he shoved the hat under your nose. Slowly, you moved your hand to pick out something.

Your hand clasped around something small and round. Unclenching your fist, you found it to be a small soccer ball. It was small and heavy, like a small paperweight.

You looked around to find a masculine man walking to the closet. He almost looked like Denmark, but his hair was more pointed upwards, and he had a scar on his forehead.

Walking in the dark closet, the door slammed behind you, causing you to jump a little.

A loud, annoying voice came to your ears, telling you, "Seven minutes, dude."

You turned around to see the man leaning on the wall, arms crossed. Clearing your throat a little too loudly, he opened one of his eyes and looked at you, not moving.

"Hi there, erm, Netherland," you smiled awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Netherlands," he replied.

"Excuse me?" you asked, eyes opening in confusion.

"Netherlands. It has an s," he said, closing his eyes again.

You huffed out a breath, sighing.

"Well, hi, Netherlands," you said, emphasizing the s.

He gave out a hmph under his breath.

"Look, I'm guessing we have about four more minutes in here, so are you just going to stand there being all emo?" you groaned.

"I'm not being emotionally depressed. I'm protesting," he said.

You groaned, "This is my party; don't protest. It's rude."

He sighed and looked at you.

"It's not you. You're hot. I mean, I just don't like how Spain's here and all," he said, shrugging.

"Oh, that's- Wait. Did you just call me hot?" you said, stopping yourself mid-sentence.

He smirked at you, "Why don't you find out?"

You raised your eyebrow for a second to be kissed right on the lips and have two strong arms wrap around your waist. For a second, you were surprised and hesitated, but you quickly gave into his taste. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer.

Soon, his tongue found its way into your mouth, and you jumped a little.

"YO! TIME'S UP!" America literally yelled, attempting to get your attention from the door.

You groaned at him, "Nice timing, hero."

Rolling your eyes, you pulled Netherlands' hand and walked to the farthest end from Spain, to much of Netherlands' liking.

Soon, you all started playing a different game, somehow making its way to a fight breaking between France and England, as per usual.

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So, how'd you like it? I hope it's good; I don't know much about Netherlands D:

Love,
cstaron