Seven Minutes in Heaven-2P! Spain

You pulled out what looked like a black tie. You wondered who it could belong to, since there wasn't an obvious sign. As far as you knew, none of the countries owned a black tie. A hand was placed on your shoulder as someone spoke. "I believe that is me chica." The coldness in their voice made you shiver as you turned, meeting a pair of deceivingly mellow brown eyes.

He had darker hair and skin than his counterpart. Hair a dark chocolate brown and skin a deep bronze, he wore grey skinny jeans, with straps on his left thigh. He also wore a black vest and biker jacket, covering the tattoos that resided on his arms. You gulped a little. You guessed he was spanish, by his accent. A rattail was draped over his left shoulder, with what looked like a mauve ribbon holding it all together. He smiled at you, although you could tell it didn't have good intentions behind it.

The next thing you knew, you couldn't see, everything had gone dark. You then heard a door slam shut, alerting you to the fact you were now in a closet with a man you didn't even know. And it scared you a little. Then something confused you even more. You would have thought your eyes would have gotten used to the dark by now, but everything was still pitch black. You felt around near your eyes, only to feel the silken fabric of the ribbon that had been tying the strange mans hair together.

A pair of calloused hands took yours away from your face and the ribbon blocking your vision. "Now now, chica. Don't ruin it." He said, you could hear a grin in his voice.

You jumped as you felt teeth scraping along your collarbone, before whining a little as he bit down, but not hard enough to make you bleed. Despite the fact he didn't seem very nice at all, it was obviously he didn't want to hurt you, because he licked over the bite mark, to try and sooth some of he pain. That only made the blush which had appeared on your cheeks stain them even darker.

You felt a soft pair of lips on yours and a pair of hands at your hips, massaging circles into your hip bones. You squirmed slightly, your fists curling for a moment. But you soon relaxed, since you knew he didn't want to hurt you. He was actually being really quite gentle, which was a big switch from how he was acting before-hand. It must have just been a mask he used when in public. Your hands soon made their way to his hair, playing with the chocolate curls. You felt him smile against your skin as you combed through his hair. His tongue moved against your collarbone again, making you shiver this time as he did it over and over, sucking occasionally. No doubt it would leave a mark.

He suddenly stopped, and you weren't sure why. You still couldn't see anything. You whimpered slightly as you felt his tongue on your lower stomach. Sadly, this didn't last long, as the door opened and you heard the flash of a camera. The next thing you heard was something that sounded pretty similar to a fight, and then a smashing sound, which you guessed was the camera. A few seconds afterwards, the ribbon was undone and you could see again. The man you had just shared a closet with smiled at you, and you timidly smiled back. "Come on chica."