Trapped In Elevator Reader X Switzerland

TRAPPED IN AN ELEVATOR


Okay, my first attempt at these Reader Insert things and I'm making it a short romance one, as I'm playing with my old writing exercises!
Wherever it's blank like this ________________ is where you insert your name or like hair length colour etc.

Don't worry though; it's clean – just cheeky!

You stood out of the crowd because you just weren't the typical kind of person to step into the lift. But you tried hard not to think about how crowded it was, or how you'd decided that it was normal for yourself, _______________, one of the top budding-lawyers of your time, was standing amongst the crowd of "normal" people…

At least, there were only six people in the steel lift and five of them were the typical tourist types who'd walked into the embassy building thinking it was their hotel and not found out until after causing trouble. The other person in the lift was someone you were surprised to share air-space with, Switzerland himself.

He looked typically like he was about to roll into a hedge and disappear – dressed for war and not casual at all. Then again, you'd been just spent the past hour trying to explain to France that sexual harassment towards another country could be seen as a declaration of war – especially when it was toward Germany… Even so, you scanned his form with your ____ eyes, transfixed by the scowl on his face – he was young like you, and just like you he had been doing work for people that did not always deserve your expertise.

PING

The fourth floor door opened and the five tourists darted out. You breathed an audible sigh before checking back on Switzerland, who had crossed his arms and was pouting. The lift had not moved again and you rolled your head in annoyance, and out of the corner of your eye you spotted how Switzerland's own eyes had become fixated by the sudden play of light on your _________ hair. It was a rather shocked stare, his mouth slightly open, and you noted how he seemed to be envisioning you swishing your head from side to side.

Damn! Were all the men in this flipping universe a bunch of perverts? But the silence of thought was broken when Switzerland suddenly shook his head, clearing his thoughts of you, you hoped! Your _______ cheeks were skimmed with a pink blush as you turned to look at him, he started to shake and you just chuckled a little.

"Uh… I suppose we'll be going down together… I mean… Getting off together… I mean…" Switzerland began, his words meant to be plain and simple but somehow he was having trouble imagining anything but romantic fantasies. You sniggered a little, kicking yourself for not having just double pressed the button for the ground floor and survived this awkwardness. Switzerland pressed the button in the end, a look of defeat as he tried to speak again. "You want the ground floor, right?"

"Yep." You smiled, before wanting to kick yourself again for sounding so childish. Damn it ____________, you were a lawyer for Christ's sake and you still talked like a thirteen-year-old cheerleader! But you were surprised that Switzerland and remained staring at you, his face trying hard to fight the urge to smile at you. Eventually he gave in, his smile being sheepish as the doors finally closed and the creaking device began to shunt to life. You still felt a little uncomfortable with just him in the elevator, and quickly decided that conversation was needed. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but aren't you Switzerland?"

"Oh… Uh… Right." He suddenly turned to look at you in shock before turning about to stare at the panel of buttons. He tried to speak again, it sounded like a mumble, and after you said a gentle 'pardon' he tried to talk a little louder. You were surprised by what he had to say. "You're Miss _______________, right? That idiot France's lawyer – I've seen you a lot around lately, but I don't care why."

Typical Switzerland! He liked everyone to know he couldn't care less about everyone, but was secretly just as curious about the gossip as anyone, you thought. But you were curious as to how he had noticed you around - you didn't think yourself the best looking woman around and with France you made sure to wear a three-piece suit with all your more feminine assets hidden. It was surprising how anyone could pick you out.... But you nodded to him with a gentle gulp.

Shudder - Jolt! The elevator had barely decided to move before it stopped. You both check around the door to see if it will open. It does not, and though the lights are working inside, you cannot see what floor you are stuck on. Fear grips your chest, you have trouble with being trapped in tight spaces, but to your surprise Switzerland is actually agitated by it all.

"OH great! I knew they should have checked these things out! Press the big button _______" He commanded as he shrugged his shoulders. You were a little upset, he was not polite about it, but you wondered if he was having trouble with it too. Obediently you do what he says and end up having to use the intercom to explain the situation to a random stranger on the other side. All the time you found yourself stuck in two conversations as Switzerland began to grouch about tedious little things. "Damned machines! They should have got the Germans to double-check the system before even opening this building."

"The guy says it'll start working again soon. Apparently one of the chords is tangled or something basic like that. He sounded quite relaxed about it...." You began but Switzerland quickly cut in.

"Relaxed? Oh please tell me it wasn't Greece! Did you hear any cat sounds?" He asked, this time seeming to get panicked and looking about wildly for an escape route. You had never heard of anything like this before, but then again only Liechtenstein knew what Switzerland was really like!

"Calm down... He didn't sound like Greece, I'm sure I would have figured that out." You try to cheer him up, but you're surprised at how much he's starting to look cute. Switzerland was trying to keep close to himself, complaining about a shortage of air and you could not help but chuckle at him. "There's no shortage of air, the vents are still going…"

"RIGHT." Switzerland seemed to bark at you, which only made you want to punch him. You could not stand it when people panicked over something so simple, you'd experienced all sorts of things in your life and to be honest, nothing surprised or scared you. But once again you feel his eyes roving over your form, feeling embarrassed for having a skirt instead of trousers, noting he liked to focus on your long legs.

"Something you want to say?" You questioned gently, and Switzerland suddenly blushes. He realises that you caught him staring and vainly tries to say it was your own fault for wearing a skirt. But you roll your __________ eyes and flick your ________ hair again, which still catches his attention. You fold your arms, looking tough, and then grin at him. "You know Switzerland... You look cute with a blush!"

"What? I'm not blushing... It's a rash..." He began, trying to hide the fact that he was still staring at you. But with a grunt he smacked his fist against the elevator wall and then turned to you, looking proud suddenly. He gave a rather poor compliment that made your face twitch and your fists clench. "Well, it's only natural for a man to look at beautiful women, but it's natural for a man to look at any woman too."

"If you're trying to be nice... You're failing!" You snort indignantly, but to your surprise Switzerland has given up trying. He practically leaps onto you, pulling you up against the wall of the elevator so you wrap your legs around his waist as the kissing begins.

You're surprised, and rather shocked at yourself, for letting him lead as you play tongue-hockey. Switzerland is not a bad kisser either! You pull him closer, letting him and the elevator take your weight rather then your own feet. Switzerland stops kissing your mouth and starts unbuttoning your blouse.

You feel hot and excited, but then there is a shunting motion and you both freeze. Realising the elevator has started to work again you quickly separate and straighten yourself out. By the time the elevator reaches the ground floor you look practically the same as when you first got on, your lipstick a little worn, but to your surprise it was Switzerland who looked irregular – because now he had cherry-red lips…

"This is my stop, I'll see you around." Switzerland states bluntly before stomping out of the elevator. You follow, but when the crowds of people trying to get to the elevator part, you realise that Switzerland is gone.

DAMN IT!