Hetalia 7 Minute in Heaven - Italy

...Italy Veneziano. She smiles happily at the thought of her bubbly pasta-loving friend. She says the name out loud and Italy bounds over to her. “Ve~ Let’s go, bella~” She just giggles softly and lets him drag her into the closet. His happy energy is one of the many things that she loves about the Italian. Also, another is the way he always makes her smile.

The door shuts behind them, the lock clicking loudly. A voice warns them that they only have seven minutes before footsteps are heard leaving the immediate vicinity of the door.

(Y/n) smiles faintly at Italy before saying, “I’m glad I chose you, Feli. There’s no one else I’d rather be in here with.”

Italy beams at that, his eyes opening slightly, “Ve~ Me too, bella~”

She giggles slightly before leaning in and pecking him on the cheek, “You’re too cute, Feli. It’s one of the reasons I love you.” She freezes after that, realizing that she just confessed without meaning to.

He just grins at her and giggles before saying, “I love you too, bella~” He leans in and kisses her cheek, causing her to smile. He reaches for her hand and holds it gently, entwining his fingers with hers. He brings it up to his mouth and lightly kisses each of her knuckles, causing her to blush and giggle at his sweetness.

She pulls him forward, wrapping her arms around him. He ve’s quietly, wrapping his arms around her as well. She nuzzles into his neck, happily cuddling him. “Ve~ This is nice, bella~” She nods her head in agreement, looking up at him. One of his hands move to caress her cheek and she makes a noise of contentment.

They both lean forward and meet lips at the same time, wrapping their arms around each other. (Y/n)’s hands tangle into his hair, one of them brushing his curl lightly. He groans at the feeling, licking her bottom lip softly, causing her to gasp. He allows his tongue to explore her mouth, her moaning softly at the feeling. She gets an idea before moving a leg in between his and reaching up and lightly rubbing his curl. He groans into her mouth as she begins to stroke his curl. He pulls away and she attaches her lips to his neck, nipping at the skin there. He’s panting hard at this point, one part of him starting to awaken.

(Y/n) smirks against his neck when she feels that, feeling a sense of pride that she’s able to make him feel like this. She continues to nibble along his neck until she finds a spot that makes him arch against her. She starts lightly sucking on the spot, creating a small bruise and causing him to moan. She smirks again before leaving his neck and traveling up his body, heading for his curl. She takes the tip of his curl into her mouth, causing him to nearly collapse against her. She starts stroking the hair with her tongue, turning him into a trembling mess under her.

Suddenly, the door slams open, “Time’s up, mes amis! …” He freezes when he notices what’s going on in the closet before laughing, “Ohonhonhon~ Good work there, Italy~” Italy just ve’s softly and (Y/n) lets go of his curl, her face turning a bright red. This only causes France to chuckle louder and Italy leads her out of the closet.

“Ve~ Let’s have some pasta~” He says and she nods as he leads her over to the food table. He fills two plates with pasta while she gets the drinks. They then walk over to one of the sofas and sit down, chatting and eating their pasta. Occasionally, Italy will say something that causes her to burst into laughter and a silly smile to appear on his face. He’s always loved making (Y/n) laugh, so he feels good whenever he does.

When the pasta is finished, they cuddle into each other, still talking about random things. The other countries try to contain their squeals of how cute they are for each other. Even Germany has trouble not squealing like China’s prone to. She nuzzles into his chest and a fond smile appears on his face. He’s definitely happy that she managed to pick him for the game.