- "And so, _____-chan will go in the closet with…"
He took the little ticket to the closet from my hands.
A man stood up walking towards Gilbert and smacked him behind the shoulders.
"Did you forget about me again?"
This man had wild pink hair and light blue eyes. Maybe you can say it was cute. But well... there was something more then cuteness. It was the first time you actually saw him, but you already loved the way he moved, the way his scent caught your nose and the way his blue eyes scanned everything… is it called… love at first sight…?
Your thoughts flew away when a hand patted your head.
"Hey dear, do you want to go in there or we'll have to wait for you all day?"
As he gave you his first good impression, you gave him your first bad impression…
You stood up and RAN in the closet. Oliver stood a few seconds there, but then he moved and closed the door of the closet behind him.
"First bad impression, uh?" You spoke first, not exactly wanting an answer.
"Well, dear, not exactly." You could feel he crossed his arms over his chest.
"You know what?"
"I know what?"
Oh no, not again… You realized you were talking like an idiot.
"I should sound like an idiot…" You slowly muttered.
He turned his head glancing over your dark figure, but then smirked and came closer to you.
"You should what?"
"Eh? Ah! I should nothing! I said nothing at all…"
When you raised your head your noses were touching. You blushed a little searching again for those pure light blue eyes…
"Dear _____, you're not an idiot. You're just the best girl that I've been stalking."
And with that, he smashed his lips on yours, holding your head not wanting you to part.
The taste of his lips was just like a cupcake…
Did he said that he actually was stalking you???
The heat between the two grew and grew, and only after some seconds you were smashed on the floor of the closet. Not as you cared about that. Your hands trailed all over his body, while he left bite marks on your neck.
He raised his knee a little between your legs. You moaned softly and stroke his pink locks.
When Oliver was going to throw your t-shirt away someone screamed out of the door.
"YOU GUYS!!! 7 minutes are oveeeeeeer!"
"Shut up you bloody wanker…" Oliver answered after a few seconds.
The door opened reviling you with messy hair and him without his Papillion.
"Oliviehr' whithout papillion? Ohnohnohnohn… so It's thrue zhat ______ dhrive him nuths…"
"Bloody wanker, shut the hell up!" He said, standing up and taking you up with him.
You exit from the closet while Prussia was asking Hungary to choose a piece of paper.
"Maybe you understood that I'm not a gentleman like my brother"
"Well, and you know I'm not taking a no as an answer to this question"
"Tell me the question…"
He coughed a little and then hold your hands.
"Would you like to be my girl…?"
"And you tell me one thing…"
He looked in your eyes.
"Did you considerate the idea of a 'no'?"
He gulped and drop his head.
"Good for you."
You threw him again in a passionate kiss.