You thrust your hand into the hat and felt around, grabbing something at random and pulling it out. You found that you held a small British flag, slowly twirling it around in between your fingers curiously. You were pretty sure you knew whose it was.
“Hey, _____ got Arthur!” Alfred announced loudly, spotting the flag in your hand. You just shook your head and made your way to your friend’s messy closet before he threw you in there. ‘Such a strange place to lock people inside of…Especially for a game like this’ you thought, leaning against the wall. A few moments later the bushy browed brit poked his head out from the kitchen doorway, glaring at the noisy American as he walked towards him “I never put anything in there! What’s the meaning of this- hey! Let go of me you wanker!” he shouted, struggling to get away as Alfred dragged him towards the closet. “Sorry dude! Can’t keep the lady waiting” he replied cheerfully, pushing him inside and locking you both in the dark confines of his closet.
You let out a small squeak as he fell on you, sending you both crashing to the floor. You rubbed your head and tried to sit up, only to come face to face with brit, as he was more or less lying on top of you. Arthur stuttered out a string of apologies and quickly got up off you, sitting well on the other side of the closet. You couldn’t see it, but you guessed his face must be on fire right now. A mischievous grin spread over your lips as you shifted and leaned towards him, ever so subtly scooting forward “Why Arthur, are you blushing~?” you teased, giggling slightly “you do know why we’re in here right?”
He turned and looked at you with surprise, unable to speak “or do you need me to show you?” you added, inches away from him. You reached out and grabbed his tie before he had a chance to react, pulling him towards you to press your lips onto his. Arthur stiffened, eyes wide, and for a moment you wondered if Feliciano had been telling the truth when he told you that Arthur liked you. ‘Did I get it wrong…?’ you thought, quickly pulling away- only to have him cup your face and pull you back to him. You could practically feel the heat coming off his face by now.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that myself…” he murmured when you broke apart, leaning his forehead against yours. You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around his neck “I’m glad” was all you said before taking his lips prisoner again. You felt Arthur move his arms around your waist, pulling you to sit on his lap. Suddenly one of his hands ghosted up under your shirt, making you let out a small moan when his fingers found the edge of your bra, pressing against them. Although, that wasn’t all that was poking you…
“Time’s up!” Alfred shouted, throwing open the door “Whoa! Arthur’s getting some action! I thought you said you were a gentleman?”
It was hard not to laugh at the look Arthur was giving Alfred at that moment, making sure that your shirt was still covering you as you two stood and walked out of the closet. Arthur pulling you closer once you were away from everyone else, leaning towards you to whisper “shall we continue this upstairs, love?”