Spin the Bottle (Iceland x reader)

You knelt down and spun the bottle rather nervously glaring venomously at Francis. It stopped pointing at… no one; it was an empty space between two girls you didn’t know.

“Who…?”

“Let go!” someone yelled suddenly Emil stumbled out of the kitchen, holding Mr. Puffin.

One end of a foot long piece of licorice was in the puffin’s mouth the other Emil was tugging on.

“Mr. Puffin let it go!” he shouted, “It’s my licorice!” he gave a particularly hard tug and the piece broke in half, Mr. Puffin with the bigger half.

Emil stuffed his licorice in his mouth then tried to pry the other one out of Mr. Puffin’s mouth. With a defiant snap of his beak, the licorice disappeared into his mouth.

“Are you trying to get me in trouble with Animal control? Licorice isn’t good for puffin’s!”

“Ahem!” America said Emil caught sight of the bottle pointing at his spot

“Oh” he set Mr. Puffin down, made a show of shoving the licorice package into his pocket glaring at Mr. Puffin, and slowly took his place again.

“Err, heh, heh who is it?” he asked rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish expression.

You raised your hand blushing like mad he blushed too.

It was no secret that you had a huge crush on him, ever since you too were in elementary school you had liked him. He liked you too but you didn’t know that.

He cast a nervous glance at Denmark, who nodded ever so slightly.

Emil shuffled forward and began to stutter so you couldn’t understand him.

“Emil-”

“-cause I love you _____!” he blurted he leaned forward and kissed you he started to draw away, but you threw arms his neck and caught his lips again.

Realizing he had permission, he kissed you passionately.

“So you’re just going to have a full make out session right in front of us?” England asked

“Why not?” America said, “France does it all the time”

Francis’s sentiments?

“Shut up.”

Finally, the small breaths of air weren’t enough and you had to break apart

“I love you too, Emil”, you gasped.

You two spent the rest of the night curled up on the couch eating licorice.