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Finland x Reader: Seven Minutes in Nordic Heaven

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Published: Jun 27, 2013

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You put your hand in the hat and began to search for something interesting. Their was something quite large that took up a lot of room and you instantly wondered what it was so without another thought you pulled out: another hat? What was this hatception?
You looked up at Denmark slightly confused, ready to ask about it when Finland popped his head through the door.
"Have any of you seen my hat anywhere about?"
Before you had a chance to say anything Denmark had you both wrapped in his arms and was dragging you towards the broom cupboard.
"I think I saw it in there!" He told Finland before giving the two of you a gentle shove, slamming the door shut and locking it. "You have seven minutes to... Find the hat." He shouted.

"What is he been talking about?" Finlands seemed so confused.
"Umm, I think he wants us to play seven minutes in heaven." You mumbled, unsure how he would take it.
"Oh, okay. That is when the players are kissing and stuff right?" You couldn't help but think he sounded quite happy about that, but then he always seemed pretty happy.
"Yep." Secretly you hope he wanted to play this game. He was the person you had wanted to get when you started playing, but you wouldn't get your expectations up to high. Unsure what wo do now you began to search the room for a light switch, you didn't really like standing still for to long.
Soon enough you found a string switch and gave it a good pull, illuminating the room on time for you to hear Finlands sweet voice. "That is good because I liking that idea of kissing you."
You couldn't believe your ears. Surely he didn't just say that. Finland. The sweet guy you'd been crushing on since you were God knows how old wanted to kiss you.
"If that is okay with you?" He asked, smiling that warm kind of smile that put butterflies in your stomach and made your cheeks turn pink.
You attempted to say yes but your excitement was making it far to hard to focus on anything other than him. Instead you vigorously nodded your head and stepped closer to him.

A closer look showed you he also had dusty pick blush polishing his cheekbones.
For a moment you [both] stood a little awkwardly, unsure what to do until Finland closed his eyes and began to move forward, his lips parted and so you reciprocated the movement until your lips meet in the middle. His lips were so soft against yours and faintly tasted of milk and some kind of berry. It was oddly welcoming. Without thinking you deepened the kiss by pressing slightly hard and reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.
Finland slowly copied your action only lower, slipping his hands around your small waist.
It only felt like seconds but apparently you had spend the rest of your seven minutes caught in your sweet embrace.

Denmark opened the door and quickly snapped a picture of the [two of you].
You turned to see him running from the scene, wearing a very familiar white hat.

"So [Name]? Do you like me because I do. I mean I really like you, and I was hoping we could mayb-"
You cut him of, a clear tone of joy in your voice.
"YES! I like you so much and I would love to do whatever you were going to say!" You announced.

The blonde boy simply smiled and took your hand in his own before you re-entered the party.