GreecexReader Seven Minutes in Heaven part 1

VROOM! VROOM! Your motorcycle roared as you pulled up to your friend America's house. You could hear the music pounding a block away, even over your engine. You pulled off your sleek black helmet to reveal (hair length)(hair color) hair. You pulled one booted foot over so that you were no longer straddling your bike. You were wearing a pair of dark skinny jeans and your favorite (color) shirt with a leather jacket. You frowned and walked up to the front door. You knocked. Surprisingly the door opened almost immediately.
"HEY (NAME)! GLAD YOU COULD MAKE IT! COME ON IN!" America had to scream over the onslaught of bass. You smiled and walked in. America quickly rejoined the partygoers on the "dance floor" that was probably at some point his living room before he moved the furniture. You shook your head and smiled. He really goes all out with these parties… but I guess that's why he's the party king! You thought as you made your way to the bar. A few people stared as you walked by. The boys stared because you were considered the "hottest chick in school" and more than a few of the boys had told you so. The girls stared because they couldn't believe you showed up to a party wearing knee high lace up motorcycle boots, a leather jacket and jeans! The horror! You were considered a tuff girl and you only owned two dresses. Suddenly the music turned down so that it was only a dull hum.
"ALRIGHT EVERYONE! PLEASE TAKE A SEAT IN A CIRCLE! WE ARE ABOUT TO BEGIN THE GAMES FOR THIS EVENING!" Alfred shouted into the mike. After a lot of threats and alcohol, all the nations of the world sat in a circle quietly while they waited for America's instructions.
"Everybody pick a piece of paper from the hat. Boys names are in this hat," He said, gesturing to his left," and girls names are in this one!" he pointed excitedly to his right. He still hadn't told you what game you were playing, but you and all the other nations of the world got in your respective lines. You managed to get there first, so that meant that you were going first. You reached in a pulled out a slip of paper between your first two fingers. America looked at you with excited blue orbs as you opened the paper. "Greece?" You said as nonchalantly as you could but inside you were having the mother of all fan girl attacks! "OHMYGERDOHMYGERDOHMYGERD!" You were screaming at the top of your brain lungs (idk!), to say that you had a crush on him would be like saying that roses were ugly and didn't have thorns. You were head over heels for the sleepy, muscular, dark haired nation. You glanced around the room, looking for him. He stood slowly and yawned. "-YAWN- Yes?" He replied blearily. America quickly grabbed you both by the wrists and hauled you towards the hall closet. America was yelling something about "Seven minutes in heaven over his shoulder as you were both stuffed inside like the hanging coats. As soon as the door locked your heart leapt into your throat, and you could feel the panic setting in. You were nervous about being in here with Greece of course, but that wasn't the cause of your fear. You were claustrophobic. Elevators were fine, cars too, as long as there was light it was fine. But you were in a very much lightless closet. You stared in the general direction of Greece, who was backed up against the door.
"(Name)? You alright?" You hadn't noticed it but you had started hyperventilating.
"Y-Y-Yeah. I'm fine Heracles." You tried to slow your breathing but that only made it worse. You were full on gasping now, slowly sliding down the wall and trying to curl up into a ball. You suddenly felt something warm slide down next to you on the narrow wall. You looked to see that it was Heracles, eyes filled with pity.
"What's wrong (Name)? Are scared of me or something?" He asked with a sadness you had never known before in his voice.
"N-N-N-NO! You stuttered out unconvincingly. He closed his beautiful eyes as tears started to gather in the corners. You couldn't believe our eyes. You had just made the love of your life cry!
"Heracles! P-Please don't cry!" You wrapped your strong (for a girl) arms around him and tried to comfort him.
"I-I'm afraid of small spaces, that's why I'm sc-scared!" You tried to explain. His eyes snapped open at this, shocked that the toughest girl he knew was afraid of something. As soon as you saw that he was feeling better, reality came crashing back down and the panic took over again. With a yelp you curled up in a ball as close to the handsome man as possible, trying to find comfort in his warmth. You were whimpering, but you couldn't help it. Greece wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap while you continued to pant like a dog. You dug your fingers into his shirt and buried your face in his chest."Shhhh~ I'm right here (Name). You'll be okay. I won't let anything hurt you. Ever." He tried to calm you down with his soothing words like he would one of his cats during a thunderstorm, but to no avail. Your breathing was still shallow, and your eyes were clenched shut. He didn't know what else to do! Suddenly he tipped your chin up with his gentle fingers so that you were looking him in the eye. Then his eyes fluttered shut and he pressed his lips against yours gently. Your eyes widened in shock. "He's kissing me, he's ACTUALLY KISSING ME!" Then finally, you melted into his arms your fears blow away by this incredible olive skinned man that you loved. Your fingers released their death grip on his shirt and instead snaked around his neck to play with his dark locks at the base. The kiss was sweeter than candy, and more innocent than a baby lamb. All too quickly he pulled back, leaving you cold. It was then that you noticed that the door was open, revealing you in the Grecian's lap with your fingers still tangled in his hair. His "fan club" gasped. "GET AWAY FROM HIM!" They all yelled in unison. You were suddenly being yanked away by whatever part of you the stampede of girls could find. Your jacket, your boots, your shirt –OUCH! - even your hair wasn't safe! They ripped you away from your love as you both tried to grab each other, but you were swallowed by them. Once you were out of the way, they quickly threw you to the side. Half of the girls went back to pull out Heracles, and the other half was kicking you with their sharp high heels. "HOW DARE YOU DEFILE MY HERACLES!" One of them screeched from above you. You didn't say one word, you didn't give them the satisfaction of hearing any sound of pain you made. You curled up, protecting your already bruised stomach with your legs and your head with your arms and hands. Suddenly it stopped. You peered out at the world to find Heracles above you. The girls had gone silent at this point. You tried to push yourself up with your hands so that you were no longer in the fetal position, only to immediately wince and pull one hand over your battered abdomen. "Stupid high heels…" You felt yourself being gently lifted off of the hard wood floor into a pair of strong arms. Normally you would have wriggled and protested until they set you down and you went back to your bike to go home. You were a biker, you were used to this kind of thing. But this time, you just didn't care. You didn't want to fight any more. You didn't want to be tuff. You didn't want to be hated by every girl in the room for just being who you were. So you let yourself be carried outside, into someone's car, and then falling asleep on a couch.