You swirled your hand around a bit to build suspense and once you decided that you had your fun, you pulled out... a Captain America action figure? You giggled slightly at the heroic post that he seemed to be making, and you looked towards Alfred, who was looking over your shoulder the whole time. He smiled and grabbed the plastic toy, putting the hat on the ground. He stuffed it into his back pocket, and looked at you.

"Looks like you got 7 minutes with the hero!" He said, grinning at you. You smiled back, and he grabbed your hand, pulling you two over to France. "Can you time us?" He asked the Frenchman.

"Hon hon hon~ of course!" He replied. You chuckled at his laugh, and Alfred led you over to the closet. He held the door open for you, and you arched an eyebrow at him.

"What? The hero can't be a gentleman?" He asked you. You rolled your eyes, and went into the closet with him behind you.

Francis closed the door. "Only 7 minutes, love birds~!" He said from the other side of the door. Suddenly, you felt America wrap his arms around your waist, and rest his chin on your shoulder from behind. Your heart sped up slightly at the sudden contact, and you noticed that he had taken his shirt off.

"A-al? Why did you t-take your shirt off?" You asked him, slightly enjoying the feel of the strong muscles on the other side of your shirt.

"Well, babe. Because it was hot in here and I didn't want to get too warm. Do you want me to take your shirt off too~?" He answered. Your blush intensified when you heard the last sentence of what he said.

"I... er... I... think th-that I can take my shirt off myself..." You said. You mentally slapped yourself for stuttering, and slowly took your shirt of, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. You could see Alfred look you up and down, and you blushed a little. His eyes lowered onto your chest, and you crossed your arms across it.

"Al!" You said, half-way embarrassed.

"Sorry, babe. You're just, like... hella hot." He replied, chuckling slightly which caused you to blush more. He pulled you close to him, and nuzzled his face into your shoulder, smiling. You hugged him back, and he put you at an arm's length suddenly. You looked up at his face to inquire as to why he did that but you found a pair of lips on top of yours. You kissed him back quickly and he pushed you into the wall. You put your hand over his torso and traced along the lines of his muscles. You could feel a smirk on his lips. Suddenly, you pushed him away. He tilted his head to the side.

"I have to breath, idiot!" You said, giggling a little. You could see him smile a little. While you were catching your breath, you felt warm lips on your collar bone, and kiss their way up your neck. Your breathing hitched, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning.

"Don't stop yourself, babe~ i wanna hear your moans~" He said to you. You combed your fingers through his hair, and your hand rubbed against his cowlick for a little bit. He growled against your jugular and sucked harshly on it, causing you to cry out. He pushed you harder against the wall, and ground against your hips. He wrapped your legs around him, and continued attacking your neck. You rolled your head to the side, exposing more of your neck which he took advantage of, and nibbled and sucked on it, coloring your neck with bruises. Suddenly, the door busted open.

"BE A BLOODY GENTLEMAN, YOU WANKER!" a British voice said. You were extremely embarrassed to be caught doing that sort of thing with your best friend, and you buried your face in the American's shoulder. He chuckled a little and picked up your shirt that you tossed towards the hangers, and put it on you so you were at least fully clothed. He carried you out of the closet, and settled down into a stuffed chair. You sighed a little and turned around so you were sideways to him, and cuddled against him.

"Wanna be my girl?" He murmured in your ear in a seductive tone. You blushed lightly and nodded a little. For the rest of the party, you two were never apart.