A/N: Don't own Hetalia. Wish I did. Hope y'all enjoy this! I'm not a lovey-dovey type of person, but really all I write is romance weird. A lot of people think I'm crazy and heartless at my school oh well. I try not to let it get to me that much.
You eagerly put you hand in the hat and pulled out something.
"Cool. I got a burger." You tell America. It was easy to tell by his expression that you picked him. Not that it wasn't obvious anyway. He suddenly lifted you up bridal style and carried you into the closet.
"Put. Me. Down!" you ordered as he closed the door of the closet, leaving you in his arms in the dark.
"Aw, why would I do that? I love you too much, (y/n)!" he chuckled as he kissed your neck.
"S-stop it, A-Al." you stutter with your face blushing with embarrassment. Thankfully, he put you down, but only to start kissing you passionately. 'Well, he's a little forward.' You thought to yourself as you eagerly kissed him back. Then you get a brilliant idea and start unbuttoning his shirt. This causes him to groan and semi-shove you into the wall. His kisses then trail down your neck and stops at your soft spot. To your pleasure, he starts sucking there, making you moan loudly. You happen to notice that the bulge in his pants was getting bigger. Much to your disappointment, France flung the door open and quickly took a picture. He laughed as he saw you pinned up against the wall with a hickie on your neck.
"Dude, get out of here." Alfred grumbled as he walked over to France, pushed him out the closet door, and slammed the door behind him. He then gave me a mischievous grin as he locked the door.
"Now," he said huskily to you, "where were we, (y/n)?" Then you picked up where you two left off before Francis interrupted.
A/N: Yeah For realz I got a total major nosebleed right now. Hope you did too! Thumbs up for America! Sorry if this is a little short though. :/