I should be updating my tumblr and working on the next chapter of TDAR instead of this, but I'm not. Riona belongs to me, Sicily and Mexico belong to insane-assylum13, Brazil, Rome, and Ireland belong to my friends. Enjoy!

"OK, Riona, did you send out all the invites?" Sicily asked. When Riona nodded, Sicily started listing names and checking them off a list when Riona confirmed them. England, America, Canada, China, Russia, Germany, Romano, Italy, Japan, Spain, the Baltics, the Nordics, Greece, Turkey, Poland, Belarus, Ukraine, Brazil, Ireland, Vietnam, Hungary, Sealand, Austria, Prussia, France, Seychelles, Swisterland, Lichenstein, Mexico, Rome, and...2p England and 2p Canada?

"Riona, why did you invite some of the 2ps?"

"Because if Canada didn't exsist, then Ollie would be the person I would go out with, and if he didn't exsist, I would go out with Matt."

"...what does that have to do with who we invited?"

"I don't know! :D"

"...only you Ri." Sicily shook her head and tossed the list into the trash. "Welp, that's everyone. And I suppose the ItaGerm kids are gonna be coming with their parents?"

"Yup! I called and made sure."

"Good. Now we need to get everything set up. You get the chairs, I'll get the fishbowl."

Riona saluted and the two began setting up for their Truth, Dare, Double Dare, Kiss, Tell, or Promise night. This was gonna be fun.

The first to arrive were the Allies, mostly because America said heros come early and dragged everyone along with him. There were three hard knocks on the front door and America burst in before anyone could answer.

"The hero has arrived!" he announced. He strolled in with England slung over his shoulder and was followed by France, China, Russia, and Canada. Riona immeadiatly glomped Canada and lead him over to sit by her. France tried to sit down to Riona's right, but left quickly after recieving a throaty hiss and a shoe to the groin.

Next were the Baltics and Poland, followed by the Axis and kids, Sealand, Belarus and Ukraine, Prussia, the Nordics, Romano and Spain, Greece, Brazil, Ireland, Vietnam, Switserland and Lichenstein, the 2 2ps, Turkey, Hungary and Austria, Seychelles, Mexico, and Rome. Everyone sat down and the game began.

"I'll go first with a dare." Sicily announced. She walked over to the fishbowl and sifted through the names, finally wrapping her fingers around a slip and raising it to her eye level. "Seychelles! You ready?"

The girl raised her head, obviously astonished at being picked first. "I...guess."

"I dare you..." Sicily thought for a moment. "...to let France sit by you for 5 turns and not protest or anything!"

Everyone looked at France, who smiled seductively and moved his chair next to Seychelles'. Seychelles made a face and looked away, trying to ignore the Frenchman purring in her ear and reaching to stroke her hair.

"OK, Seychelles, your turn!" Sicily sat down and Seychelles got up, recieving a dissappointed whine from France. "I choose...kiss." She reached in and pulled out a slip of paper.

"Austria." Austria's head snapped up and he blushed deeply. He was going to have to kiss somebody? There was no one he really had his eyes on, so this would be kind of awkward.

Seychelles thought for a moment. "Austria, you must kiss Prussia."

There was silence, except for a slight gag from both Austria and Prussia and the sound of Japan, Hungary, and Sicily whipping out their cameras. Austria looked at Prussia, who was staring at Seychelles, gagging. Well...might as well get it over with. He gulped and leaned forwards, closing his eyes so that he didn't have to see. He was going to just give him a kiss on the cheek, but suddenly, he was pushed from behind the the two went into full on lip-lock. Austria pushed away from the Prussian and covered his mouth, trying not to vomit. He scanned the line of countries, looking for a guilty face. Finally, his eyes locked on Riona, who was sitting with her legs crossed, whistling innocently and gazing off to the right. Austria's brow furrowed and he stepped up to the bowl, all the while giving Riona the death glare. "I choose double dare." he hissed through clenched teeth. He reached in, sifted around, and pulled out Riona.

"OH COME ON!" the girl shouted to the sky, throwing her arms up dramatically. Austria grinned and clenched his fists, the perfect dare popping into his head as his eyes moved to the chair where a faint outline of Canada sat.

"Riona, for your first dare, you must kill Canada."

A chourus of 'WHAT's and frightened whimpers rang through the countries and Riona looked like she was about to cry. Her jaw hung open and she was blinking frantically, as if she could wake up from this horrible nightmare. "Wh...what...d-did you just say?"

"I said you must kill Canada." Austria smirked.

"But he'll DIE!" Riona shreiked, squeezing her Canadian boyfriend so hard that his face started to turn blue.

"Countries don't die permanently after they are killed. He will come back." Austria walked over and sat down, leaving Riona sitting in her chair, shaking and whimpering. Canada looked horrified, angry, and depressed all at the same time. Riona slowly stood up and shakily lead Canada into a room, nearly tripping and falling twice. The door shut behind them tightly and the lock clicked. After a few moments, a sickening crack was heard and a wail of pain echoed through the house, sending a chill down the countries' spines. The door opened slowly and Riona walked out, sobbing and trembling and carrying Canada's body. His neck was broken and his eyes were closed, a bit of blood dribbling down his chin. Riona sat down and buried her face in the Canadian's shirt, still sobbing. "N-next...d-d-dare..." she choked out.

"For your next dare you must sit in Belarus's lap for 3 turns."

Riona raised her head to stare at the only country she feared, who waved faintly at her, that scowl never leaving her face. She was all the way across the room...Riona had to leave Canada's body there. Riona reluctantly set her lover's body down gently on the chair and propped him up so that he looked like he had been sitting there the whole time, with the only difference being the odd angle his neck was at. She stumbled over to Belarus and sat down, shaking. Belarus just scowled and crossed her arms, averting her gaze to Russia, who made a small noise and scooted away. Riona felt relieved as she realized she would have to get up to get to the fishbowl. She did so and reached in, twirling her hand around before pulling out a slip of paper. "I chose Promise." Then she looked at the name.

"Italy." The Italian smiled in a dopey way and waved at Riona. "What will I have to-a promise~ve?"

"Promise me that you will punch Austria in the face for me." Austria squeaked and Italy looked reluctant, but nodded and walked over to Austria. The brunette raised his fist and slugged Austria hard across the face, right in the place where his mole was. Riona grinned evilly as her new enemy let out a squeal and clutched his face, where a red spot in the shape of a fist was forming.

"My turn! I choose truth!" Italy quickly switched back to his happy self and reached into the fishbowl, pulling out a piece of paper and reading the name aloud.

"Riley!" The blonde huffed and sank lower in her chair. She looked about 11 now, but her country age was 50 years.

"Riley, is it-a true that you were the one who stole your uncle Romano's tomatoes last weekend?"

"...yes."

Mariana looked shocked. She turned to her sister, her Italian curl bobbing. "Then why did you-a blame me, sorella?"

"I was-a going to get in trouble!"

"And you didn't think your sorella wouldn't?"

"Girls, girls!" Poland interupted, moving in between the sisters. "You're, like, totally both pretty. Please stop fighting it's totally messing up your complection."

"It's my turn now. I chose dare." Riley stood up and pulled out a name from the fishbowl, not bothering to sift it.

"Denmark." Denmark sat up and grinned. "I dare you to-a eat England's cooking." He slowly sank back down in the chair, the grin completely wiped off his face. Oliver sat up, but was quickly brought back down when he realized they weren't taking about him. Riley turned to England. "England, go prepare the food."

"I take this as an insult, you know." England grumbled, moving into the kitchen. Cabinet doors opened and shut, the fridge opened, the microwave beeped, and fire crackled before England came back out carrying what seemed to be a pie on a tray. That is, if you would consider a pie to be green and hairy and bubbly on the top. It smelled of dead skunk and looked like it was burnt and raw at the same time. When Denmark cut a slice, steam flowed from the inside and black gunk oozed in between the spokes of the fork. He gulped and took a heaping bite(because Riley made sure he didn't just get a tiny bit) and quickly swallowed. It started to come back up, but the spiky-haired nation forced it back down. He shuddered and curled up in the chair, clutching his abdomen. America patted Riley on the back. "So Italians can be evil when they want to be. Kid, I'm impressed!" Riley just scowled and crossed her arms.

"OK, Denmark is in no condition to play, so I'll go for him. I choose kiss." Rome said. She stood and mixed up the names with her fingers, grabbing one when she was finished.

"...Germany."

OHOHOHO GERMANY WHAT HAVE YOU GOTTEN YOURSELF INTO

Germany: I knew I should have stayed in bed today.