You felt around until you finally pulled out an item and showed it to America. "Okay bros! Who put a burnt scone in the-" America cut himself off, knowing who had put the scone in there.
"Geez England why are you predictable dude?" America asked. "W-what how did you know it was me!? It could have been anyone!" England said back. "Because dude, you're the only one who makes these nasty things."
"They are not nasty they are delicious, unlike your greasy fast food!" "Fast food is the best, your scones can kill people!" "So can your fast food! If you keep eating like that you're going to have a heart attack!"
The bickering continued for a while until you said something. "Um guys, can we get back to the game?" You asked softly. "The game? Oh yeah that's right dude! We were playing seven minutes in heaven!" America said, finally stopping the argument.
"How did he forget that fast? Is he really that much of an idiot?" You asked yourself. "Well get in the closet dudes!" America said, shoving you and England into the small, dark closet.
"You didn't have to push us you git!" England yelled to America, who probably couldn't hear him. England sighed as he sat on the ground. "I'm sorry that America made you play this game. Being the gentleman that I am, I won't try anything." He said to you.
"O-oh...well I wouldn't mind if we were to do something." You said quietly as pink blush appeared on your cheeks. England looked at you with a surprised expression on his face, but it didn't take long for his surprised expression to turn into a mischievous smirk.
"So, you would like to do something love~?" England whispered in your ear, making a shiver go down your spine. "U-um yes." You said nervously. "Did you have something like this in mind love?" England asked before he placed a tender kiss upon your lips.
You felt your heart to start hammer in your chest. It was really happening, the man who you had loved for god knows how long was kissing you. You blushed a deep shade of red when he raked his tongue along your neck.
He stops giving your neck of the attention and moves back to your mouth. Kissing you again but this time you felt his tongue licking your bottom lip, begging for permission. And you give it to him, his tongue now exploring your mouth.
"Tea." You manage to say between moans. "Tea?" He asked, making sure not to break the kiss. "You taste like tea." He starts to kiss you harder, you grip onto his shirt almost disparately. "Hey dudes your time is-" America says as he opens the door, stopping his sentence when he sees you two.
"Well I suppose that our time is up." England says as he takes your hand and walks out of the closet. "And you say that I'm not a gentleman." America said.
"Shut the hell up America." England says as you two walk off.