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Hetalia Seven Minutes in Heaven: Burger

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.

Burger

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

Seven Minutes in Heaven: Maple Leaf

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or you cause that would be slavery and I'm against that. XD

Maple Leaf

You eagerly put you hand in the hat and pulled out something.

"I got a maple leaf." you tell America. It was obvious who you'd be with for Seven Minutes in Heaven. You had been developing a small crush on Canada, and you hoped that he would like you back. Seven Minutes in Heaven was definitely a good idea. America then led you to the closet.

"Have fun!" he said before shoving you in there and slamming the door.

'Well that was kind of rude.' you thought to yourself as you dusted off your (f/c) dress and waited patiently for Canada to com

Seven Minutes in Heaven Hetalia: Panda

A/N: I don't really see China as the romantic type, so don't flame if it's not as good as the others.

Panda

You eagerly put you hand in the hat and pulled out something.

"Aww, I got a toy panda!" you practically squeal with delight. America gives you a small smile and leads you into the closet and closes the door behind you. You sigh and push your (h/c) hair out of your eyes as you wait for your crush to show. You blush at the thought of what you and Wang Yao might do in here. The door flinging open interrupted your daydreams. Yao was pushed in by Alfred kind of roughly, making Yao fall on the floor.

"You have seven minutes! Spend it wise

Seven Minutes in Heaven Hetalia

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. If I did I would be a billionaire.

A/N: my first seven minutes in heaven deal, so if it's not "steamy" enough for you…sorry, but I still don't feel comfy bout writin' *cough*sex*cough* scenes. But I will try!

Seven Minutes in Heaven: Intro

You sighed heavily. Why on earth did you let yourself be dragged to one of America's outrageous parties…again? The last one was bad enough when the police showed up (thank the Bad Touch Trio for that). You rolled your (e/c) eyes thinking about how much of a disaster it was. But here you were, walking up to America's doorstep, already hearing music blaring and p

Seven Minutes in Heaven: Chopsticks

A/N: I don't own Hetalia. Ok, since this is Japan we're talkin' 'bout, he ain't gonna be that romantic *cough* sexy *cough*. Sorry! :") And just imagine that Japan is talking with his accent! I don't really feel like goin' through the trouble and makin' sure I did his accent right, so…

Chopsticks

You eagerly put you hand in the hat and pulled out something.

"I…got chopsticks." You tell the American, a little confused. Who were the chopsticks for? You thought instantly of Japan, but he didn't seem like the type to play this kind of game. You sat in the closet and waited for a few minutes until the door opened to reveal a very nerv

Seven Minutes in Heaven Hetalia: Tomato

A/N: Hey guys! OMG I just love Romano~ XD This was fun to write, but so were the others. Hope y'all like it….

Tomato

You eagerly put you hand in the hat and pulled out something.

"I got…..a tomato!" You tell America. It could only be two people: Spain, and the Italian you had a huge crush on, Romano. America let you to the closet and shoved you in there.

"Well…good luck (y/n)!" he said as he slammed the door, leaving you to wait for Romano. Finally after what seemed like ages (but really was only like five seconds) you heard a lot of cussing from the other side of the closet door. A

Hetalia Heaven (Yellow) (Reader Insert)~7 Minutes In Hetalia Heaven~

[Colour; Yellow]

Germany

Italy was the friend who dragged you along to the strange party that was held at England's mansion. You didn't complain too much, you just went along with it, a little thrilled to be going. After a while at the party, alcohol started to get to everyone and a peculiar game was forced upon the nations. You recognized the game straight away by its name, when America sprung up and announced "We'll be playing seven minutes in Heaven or Hell!" He gave a thumbs up to the world before scurrying off to find one of England's top hats and writing down countries and drawing flags to put in there.

Commission - Germany x Reader : First Date"Man, I am so nervous …" You mumbled
"Relax, [Name]! There's nothing to worry about, ve~!"
You looked at your hyperactive Italian friend Feliciano Vargas. He was grinning like an idiot and his amber eyes were full of life and excitement. He was the reason why that day was happening. He introduced you to his best friend in the whole world, Ludwig, over three months ago … and you were just about to go out on your very first date with him. To be honest, you had half a mind to call the whole thing off because you were so nervous
"Don't worry; he's not as scary as he looks, honest. Plus he sounds really funny!" Feliciano said with a b

Ludwig x Reader : Bullied Part 4 ~Epilogue~

Over the next few years something interesting happened. On your last day of middle school you, Ludwig, Feliciano and Kiku were approached by the 'Allies'. They claimed that they were wrong in judging you and Ludwig by what happened many years ago and wanted to start over. At first you two didn't know what to make of this. Were they joking or were they serious?! After much thought you and Ludwig agreed that they were serious and shook hands on it.

So, during high school you, Ludwig, Feliciano, Kiku, Alfred, Arthur, Ivan, Yao and even Francis were close friends. There were still many times where Gilbert would ha

Seven minutes in heaven-Germany"Dude! _______ got Ludwig!" Alfred laughed. You looked at the cross held in your hand and a small smile crossed your face. You had liked him for a while. You glanced over at your friend _______, who gave you a thumbs up. You hadn't realised that he was now standing next to you.
"Shall we then _______?" He asked. You looked at him and nodded. You both walked into the closet and Alfred slammed the door.
"Don't get too frisky!" He yelled. You looked at him and smiled.

He wasn't wearing his usual uniform. He was wearing a pair of baggy black jeans and a top with the german coak of arms on it. He also wore a leather jackets, the sleeves rolled

Drunken Stripping GermanyXReader

"Ludwig...are you alright?" You asked your German friend/neighbor as he took off his jacket and threw it to god-knows-where. He chugged another glass of beer and threw the glass into the sink.

"I'm perfectly fine, [Y/N]." He answered with a slight smirk. This was unlike him. You knew he had a...perverted and sexy side to him but, was he a stripping kind of drunk? Some of your other friends were crying drunks, verbally abusive drunks, or even truthful drunks but it seemed that Ludwig er- Germany was the stripping kind.

"Should I be happy or scared?" You thought as you watched the country take another glass of beer out of his refrigerator. He

Inspiration (GermanyXReader) "Okay…okay…inspiration…inspiration, come on!" you said to yourself, bringing your head down to the desk you currently sat at. Your computer monitor stared back at you, a new document on the screen. The thing that pissed you off, though, was that it was blank. BLANK. This never happened to you! You were the type of girl who could get things written and done with, especially when it came to your stories. And it's not like anyone knew that you wrote stories…except for your best friend, Ludwig. He's the only one who knew about your "secret talent" and passion for writing; not even your parents knew.

Sitting up, you stared a

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Hetalia Seven Minutes in Heaven: Wurst

by ~xxxWARGIRLxxx, Jun 5, 2012, 1:32:50 PM
Fan Art / Fan Fiction / Romance

A/N: FYI incase you didn't get the memo, I don't own Hetalia. Hope you like Germany!

Wurst

You eagerly put you hand in the hat and pulled out something.

"It's…wurst." You tell America. He flashes you a grin and leads you into the closet where you will wait for your person to show. You had a pretty good guess that it was Germany that was suppose to come in. How America was going to get him in here, you didn't know.

Just then you heard a voice outside the door yell, "Ze hell are you doing? Let go of me zis instant!" The door suddenly opened and Germany was thrown in by a lot of the guy countries.

"Verdammt, (Dammit)" He muttered as he got up and dusted himself off. He looked around until his blue eyes met your (e/c) ones and blushed a little. "Oh, err, hello, (y/n)"

"Hey." You say shyly. You had a crush on the German man for some time, just never had the guts to tell him. Both of you sat in silence for a moment. "Um, Germany…there's something I've wanted to tell you for a while…" You began to say. Suddenly, you were cut off by a pair of warm lips. After a minute of hesitation, you began to passionately kiss him back. You felt his tongue press against your lips, asking for entrance. This made you gasp a little, giving him the chance to slip his tongue in your mouth. He explored a little, making you moan softly. But before you could continue, the closet door was flung open by none other than America. Then you saw a flash of light and knew he took a picture of you…kissing Germany.

"Verdammt, du dummer Amerikaner!" (Damn you, you stupid American!)" Germany yelled as he rushed to snatch the camera from America. Unfortunately, America was too fast and disappeared into the crowd.

"Well, want to continue this at my house?" you asked Germany.

"J-Ja, (y/n)" He replied with a small smile and a deep blush. The two of you went to your house and…well; let's just say you had a lot of fun.

A/N: LOL! I felt so weird writin' that! Hope it lives up to your fantasies! By the way, here are bunches o' tissues for your nosebleeds.

I know it's a little short, but I don't have time to be really elaborate cause of exams. :/