Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Seborga

           You feel around the hat for a moment until you run your fingers across something hard and smooth. You pick it up to find a seashell. An unfamiliar face walks up to you and takes your hand. "Hi there, I'm Seborga." A sweet smile covered his face.

"Oh man, another Italian. Every time one of you guys get picked bad things happen. Why don't you just start off in my spare room dudes?" America seemed less than excited about letting you two into the closet.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. But I'm not going to let you take my time with a beautiful girl away from me, that's for sure." Seborga gave your hand a sweet squeeze and led you into the closet.

"Fine dudes but try to stay clothed." He reluctantly shut and locked the door. Seborga immediately turned and looked at you, smiling ear to ear.

"So, now that we're alone, what should we do?" He scooted a bit closer to you so that his face was almost touching yours.

You moved back a bit, a little embarrassed that he was moving so fast. "I don't even know you, don't you think we should talk a bit first or something?" He moved closer once again, bridging the gap you had just created.

"No, we only have seven minutes, I don't really want to waste it talking. But if you'd like to get to know me, you could always come home with me. I wouldn't mind at all." Without asking, he encased you in has arms, squeezing you tight and burying his face into your neck. Your face burst into a blush, but he didn't seem to care. "Aww, you are so cute." He held your face in his hands and pecked the side of your mouth. "I'm not making you uncomfortable am I?"

It was strange, you didn't know anything about him but his name, but this wasn't bothering you in the least. "No, you're okay."

"Good, then I don't have to stop." He grinned again and Eskimo kissed your nose. "I would hate to have such a pretty girl angry with me you know." Seborga pulled you to his lap and cuddled you into a hug. He ran his fingertips up and down your spine, sending little shivers through your body. Unsure of what to do, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. You could feel your whole body turn red from your action. "Getting a little excited aren't you?" He have you a devilish grin and kissed you back. You moved your hands up, tangling them in his hair, demanding more. Instead he pulled back. "I thought you wanted to get to know me first, what happened to that?"

You didn't know, you were acting completely out of character. "I have no idea."

He just laughed. "Then maybe we should stop, I don't want you mad at me later." He kissed your cheek and hugged you tight. "But really, you're always welcome to come see me. I'd actually like it a lot if you did."

America slowly began opening the door. "Please dudes, please still be dressed." He peeked in. "Oh, sweet, I worried for nothing."

Seborga helped you up and led you out. "So you're coming over later tonight right? I'd say we know each other pretty well now. So we could have a really good time if you came over." He leaned in close to you and wiggled his eyebrows.

America smacked his face with the palm of his hand. "Italians."