I am the author hear me rawr! This was a colaboration between me and three of my friends.

I wrote Dominica's parts but I wasent really into the story... sooo... this is what transpired...

Chapter One:
America Gets on My Last Nerve (Columbia)

"I know! Let's play truth or dare!" America came up with the stupidest idea I had ever heard.

"No….way," I said, gritting my teeth.

"Aww, come on Columbia, it'll be fun!" My best friend, Dominica, looked at me with a pitiful face.

"This party IS too bland. Dominica's right, it's not going to kill you," Peru turned to me, trying to avoid the gaze of Russia. I glanced over at Italy, who was making quite a commotion about pasta I believe, to Malta.

"Fine, but I don't want any dirty dares. Is that CLEAR America?" I glared at the blond American.

"Alright," he sighed, somewhat disappointed.

"Alright! Everyone, we're going to play truth or dare!" Peru was standing on my new table.

"Hey! That's new, and it cost a lot! GET DOWN!" She lightly stepped down, glaring at the crowd that had not even flinched. She twitched and took a large breath.

"EVERYONE QUIET!" They all fell silent and looked at Peru. "Thank you. Now, we are going to play truth or dare. Get your butts over here if you know what's good for you." No one moved. "GET OVER HERE!" It was known to everyone if you got on Peru's bad side, you better do what she says. Italy and Malta skipped over.

"Oh boy, I love this game!" Malta grinned, her eyes twinkling. Slowly, ever so slowly, everyone approached Peru.

"Thank you! God, no one ever listens to me!" She complained.

"Who wants to go first?" America chimed.

"Oooh! Pick me America, pick me!" Dominica was practically jumping up and down.

"Alright, alright! Truth or dare?" America asked, charm in his voice.

"Hmm, if I pick dare, I might ruin my reputation. But if I pick truth, wait, the same thing will happen. So, if I pick dare, I could get hurt. Hmm…." Dominica pondered on the situation as America tapped his foot. Around 5 minutes later, she finally shouted, "DARE!" We all jumped at her outburst.

"I dare you to kiss Malta on the lips!" America's words practically tumbled out of his mouth, like he had been waiting to say them since the beginning of time.

"Oh my God no! EWW!" Dominica shouted, "I may be bi but NOT FOR MALTA!"

Malta turned around confused, "Did someone say my name?"

"America, what did I tell you?" I glared at him, and he shrunk back.

"Eh heh heh," he laughed nervously.

I sighed, "Dominica, please…"

"OH MY GOD! HOW COULD YOU EVEN SAY THAT AMERICA?" Dominica was becoming hysterical.

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THE DARE!" I shouted, and she fell silent, "Good." The game went on, Peru was dared to stand in the closet with Russia for 10 minutes, Malta told us that she loved Italy, Italy confessed his love for pasta (No one was surprised about that), America had to kiss England (that was the work of my genius mind), England dared Japan to stand in the snow for 15 minutes with no jacket (he almost got frostbite by the way), and a lot more fun stuff that I don't have the breath to say. Finally, I heard my name said.

"Tr *mumble mumble* re?" America asked me, but I couldn't understand him.

"TAKE THE DANG CHEESEBURGER OUT OF YOUR MOUTH AND ASK ME AGAIN 'KAY?" I shouted, and he repeated, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth I guess," I sighed, not happy that the game had finally come down to me.

"Confess your undying love for Japan!" America grinned, not knowing what was in it for him. Japan looked at me, curious.

"That's not truth, that's just a command!" I yelled, blushing.

"Ah ha ha! Columbia loves Japan!" Dominica and Malta laughed, which earned them a hit across the head. "Oww!" They chorused. Peru looked at me, pity in her eyes. I felt tears in my eyes and quickly ran past her, America hot on my heels.

I was running as fast as I could, not caring where I was going. My strawberry blond hair was all messed up on my face, but I didn't care. America had ruined my life with just six simple words. I did love Japan, and I always had, but that didn't mean he had to tell him! I was panting, but I kept going anyway. "AHH!" I screamed, tripping over my legs. I didn't bother to get up; I just laid there, sobbing.

After about 10 minutes, I sat up. Then I heard someone coming toward me. "Leave me alone America, I hate you!" I didn't hear a reply, but I did feel a hand clamp over my mouth. I screamed until I couldn't anymore, but I knew no one would hear me. Finally, the person let go.

"I finally caught up to you."

"Bloody hell England, you scared me to death!" I exclaimed, panting, "I thought America was following me!"

"America would have never caught up to you. Anyway, don't let him get to you," he laughed. I smiled weakly, "Thanks England."

(Malta) P.O.V

After Columbia fled, I was afraid that things were going to get quite dull. To brighten things up, I walked behind England and performed the impossible. I HUGGED England.

"What the crap!" England yelled. I let go and he immediately sped out the door. I could see him running toward a dot in the distance, probably Columbia. Although England's fear of hugs had reduced him to a dot as well.

When England finally disappeared, I said, "Well, that settles it. Who's turn is it now?" Peru and Dominica stared at me.

"I rather liked having England here," Peru mumbled to Dominica.

"I have a couple of ques- er, people to um... well long story short, it's Japan's turn! I ask!" America declared.

"You can't ask all of the questions!" Dominica said.

"But I am the one who suggested the game in the first place!" America argued.

"Fine," Dominica replied.

Then America turned to Japan. "Japan! You love Columbia don't you!"

"Stupid, you didn't even ask me if I wanted truth or dare." Japan said calmly.

"Fine then," America replied, "then I'll ask Italy. Italy, is it true tha- I mean, truth or dare?"

"Truth." Italy replied.

"All right then, is it true that you love not only pasta, but Malta as well?" America said this with a snicker. Apparently he enjoys ruining people's lives.

Italy suddenly opened his beautiful brown eyes, and I nearly fainted on impact. That was the first time I had ever seen Italy with his eyes opened. "I- I-I.." he stammered.

"So you do love Malta! Hey everyone! It's seems as if Maltaa and Italy love each other! Anyone got a wedding song picked out?" America chided. I could see tears swell up in Italy's fine brown eyes and I wanted to comfort him, but I was afraid that would make the problem worse. Now not only Columbia was deadly afraid of America, but Italy and was now his prey as well.

(Columbia) Has a Chat With England

As England and I walked home together, I noticed he was shivering. "Why the hell did you come out here without a coat?" I lectured him.

"Eh, heh heh, um, well you see, I started chasing you as soon as you left. Well, as soon as I could get out of Malta's grasp at least." You see, England and I have been good friends for a while now. He and Malta are the only ones who know my biggest secret, I am deadly afraid of of America. Surprising isn't it? "Well, you know, you're shivering too. You're wearing that tank top that Italy made you last year, aren't you?" England observed me. I nodded guiltily,

"You know, he was coming over and I didn't know I'd be "going out" tonight." We walked back home in silence, and I slowly, ever so slowly, opened my front door, expecting the place to be a wreck. I peeked in to see Peru about to punch America, and Malta and Italy hysterical.

"What the crap is going on in here?" England shouted, shoving past me.

"Oh thank God you're here! Peru is about to kill me!" America nervously twitched.

"Well she should! You have caused everyone a lot of trouble tonight!" I bravely approached America, shaking as I did. England looked at me, astonished. I looked over at Italy and Malta, who were shaking like crazy, avoiding each other's gazes.