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"_______ got Feli!" Alfred yelled. You looked at the packet of pasta in your hand and smiled. You and the cute bubbly italian had been friends for a while and he had taught you how to cook countless pasta dishes. You had fallen for him hard. His wimpyness all the way up to that adorable curl on his head. You had a good idea what that curl did, but you never dared try it. You were then pulled into a hug by the hyper pasta lover and pulled to the closet. "Vee~! Hello bella!" He said, once you were inside. "Hey Feli. Oh, you want the pasta back right?" You asked him, holding the packet out to him. You could see him nodd in the dim light and t

"Dude! _______ got Matthew!" Alfred said, confusing everyone. As far as you know, no-one could remember Canada himself, let alone his name. Then again, the chunk of wood in your hand didn't scream Matthew. You expected a maple leaf, or something similar for the quiet, invisible nation. "Looks like you've got me, eh?" A deep voice spoke. You looked behind you and saw, who you thought was Matthew. He had the same hair and eyes, and that adorable curl sticking out from his head. But the smirk on his face told you different. He had a lustful look in his eyes and was leaning casually on a hockey stick, which you noticed had had a piece ripped of

"_______ got Arthur!!!" Alfred laughed, causing you to almost drop the small, white teacup that was in your hand. You looked round for the blond haired, green eyed man, to find him dressed in his punk attire. It was something he hardly ever wore but you absolutely loved it. Those torn up jeans and the union jack t-shirt. You smiled as he walked over to you and helped you up. "Come on love." He said, opening the closet door for you. He was a gentleman of course. The closet was rather small, and no matter how you both moved, you were still almost touching eachother. You sighed and looked at Arthur. He had a frown on his face. "You didn't want

~ A little sexual...Don't like, don't read! ~ "_-_______ got Ivan..." Alfred tailed off, giving you a sympathetic look. You held a sunflower petal in your hand, it looked freshly picked and still smelled of the flower. You watched Alfred step back a little as you heard him approaching. You turned round and smiled at the purple eyed man, your (e/c) eyes gleaming just as much. Even though he scared everyone witless, you kind of liked him. He was incredibly tall and you loved his child-like smile. You were pulled out of your thoughts as he pulled you gently by the wrist to the closet, no-one being brave enough to walk you there. You saw the lo