HetaliaxReader: Seven Minutes in Heaven- Italy

Seven Minutes in Heaven with Italy



You swallowed hard and reached into the hat and pulled out a pale pink piece of paper. You smiled. Who could this belong to? Had to of been a guy who either had pulled the short straw and gotten stuck with it, or had chosen it willingly. What man would have-

Feliciano jumped up.

So much for a soft guy who was willing to show off his feminine side only to you, blah, blah, blah.

Some people snickered, others looked jealous, and Greece was sleeping. As usual.

Feliciano grabbed your wrist, yanked you off the ground, and pulled you towards the closet, seeming a bit more excited than you would have preferred him to be.

"Okay, kiddies, let's not get too crazy, all right?" Alfred said, lightly pushing the two of you into the closet.

You scoffed. Yeah, right. Like I'd ever do something like that with Feliciano, of all people.

You sat down on a box that you felt near you, figuring you'd just be sitting there for the next seven minutes. You could hear Feliciano across from you, making odd whiny noises and fidgeting around.

You sighed. "Feli?"

His head popped up. She was talking to him? But he thought (Y/n) hated him! He had liked her for a really, really, really, really, really, really, really long time, but she'd never even talked to him before!

"U-uh, si?" He stuttered.

"Is there something wrong?" You asked him, your voice flat.

Feliciano wanted to scream and hug her tightly. It was so dark! He didn't like it at all. But he needed to be strong and brave. He straightened. "No." He answered.

You were surprised. You thought for sure he was going to jump into your arms and scream that he was scared. His voice didn't even waver when he answered you. You laughed a little. "Alright then."

You didn't dislike Feliciano. On the contrary, you liked him very much. Sometimes he could just be so… Annoying. You didn't really mind him being happy, of course. It's not like you wanted him to be anything but. You were well aware of his feelings for you, but you just couldn't picture yourself in a relationship with him.

Besides, you didn't want him to know that you were into him at all. He would be even more annoying then.

You stood. Well, this was Seven Minutes in Heaven. Maybe he wouldn't freak out if you promised some homemade pasta dish or something.

You walked over to him. You didn't plan on making out with him or anything, you just thought it'd make him happy if you kissed him lightly on the cheek or something.

Feliciano couldn't move. She was really, really close to him. He could see her pretty face in the dark a little bit. She was smiling at him. "Feli,"

"Huh? What? Me?" He pointed to himself.

"Is there anyone else in here named Feliciano?"

"Er.. No." Now she thought he was stupid!

"Then, yeah, I'm talking to you. You're a little too tall. Bend down a little." She said. EH?! WHAT?!

"Uh, why?"

"So I can kiss you, duh." She laughed a little as his face turned bright red.

She got up on the tips of her toes, and he watched her as she reached up, feeling her fingers brush across his flushed face. He bent down a little, and she smiled sweetly at him.

But.. He thought (y/n) hated him?

Your faces inches apart, he moved back and grabbed you smashed you against his chest. "Ah! YOU DO LIKE ME, (Y/N), YOU DO LIKE ME, I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT!"

You didn't know he was this strong… "Feli, you're suffocating me."

"Oh, sorry." He laughed, his arms still around you.

Feliciano… was… embracing you, and not blushing super red or crushing your bones?

His hand touched your cheek, and you surprised when you felt heat rush to your face. Feliciano smiled.

His lips locked with yours.

He kissed you?

His head turned, and you closed your eyes. Your arms slowly found their way to his neck, his at your waist.

You felt your back hit the wall just as the closet door burst open. "Time's up!" Ludwig was standing there in shock.

Feliciano pulled away from you and looked at the ground, smiling. His eyes met yours.

"Please, (y/n), please let me kiss you!!"

You stopped. He must have understood how you felt about not wanting the others to know your feelings for him. You pushed him away. "In your dreams, pasta boy."  You walked passed Ludwig feeling a little bad. You really enjoyed the kiss.

Feliciano caught up to you and made sure nobody was around, and kissed your cheek.

"It'll be our secret, okay?" He smiled his usual goofy grin, and ran off.