Okay so admin note. I know some people don't like hentai-related material and this fanfic has that in it, but not every chapter. I want everyone to enjoy parts of it, so I'll put short notes at the beginning of each chapter to warn those people about that. This first one is clean

It was a bright spring day. Mathias had gone to visit the Bad Touch
Trio because they were having a party that everyone was invited to.
Whether it was because of the BTT's reputation or that people were
enjoying their Saturday, it was undecided why so few guests had
attended. Other that the BTT, Denmark, Greece, Hungary, America and
Canada were the only attendants. "Lets play truth or dare!" Prussia
shouted. Denmark, France, Prussia, America, and Canada were the
players. America started by asking "Truth or dare?" to his brother.
"t-truth" Canada stuttered. "Is it true that I rock at baseball?"
America asked. "y-yes. it is" Canada said. this wasn't the first time
he'd said it, and he figured it a waste of a turn.

It was Canada's turn now, but he insisted that France go instead. "hon, how polite of you"
Francis cooed before asking Prussia truth or dare. "dare! I love
dares!" he squealed. "Go kiss Hungary on each cheek." France said
while making that kissy face he always did. Gilbert wasted no time in
running to the girl, planting playful kisses on her cheeks. she was
annoyed at first, but she assumed it was France's idea. Nobody loved
good ole kisses more than he.

It was now Prussia's turn and he realized
that the Dane was the only one who hadn't had a turn yet. "truth or
dare?" he screamed. "dare" Denmark replied with a confident smirk. "I
dare you to...I dare you to um..." the Prussian tried to think of
something good; something unique. "When you get home, I dare you to
pull on Norge's hair thingie" was the only thing he could come up with.
Denmark's eyes widened. "b-but...I've tugged it before and he
jack-slapped my jaw!" he protested. In Prussia's eyes, that only made
the dare better. "That's my dare! and if you don't do it,
I'll...I'll..." he paused to think, "I'll burn all your butter cookie
tins!" that sounds very childish, but that was horrible for Denmark.
his cookies were made to be eaten, not burned. so much work to make
them too...it would be a real shame to see all that goodness go to ashes. "ill do it!" the
Dane stated boldly.

He wasn't bold when it came to actually doing it.
Multiple scenarios of how to do it flashed in his mind's eye. He
thought about asking, but he knew the answer he'd get was a loud, firm
"NO!" screamed in his ears. Oh, what to do, what to do...he didn't want
to seem too invasive either, as Lukas was very protective over his
personal space. The Danish man then got a brilliant idea. Maybe he
could play it cool. Talk about how great the party was then slowly
change subject until Norge was blabbing about the hair curl, leading
up to the completion of the dare. But Lukas was smarter than that.
Surely he'd catch on to how Dan was inching toward the subject that
really mattered.

This was harder than expected. Perhaps the best way
was to just play along with whatever happened; relying on quick witt
to work it through. After taking a deep breath, Dan entered the house
where Lukas was the only other character there. Lulu, as Dan had liked
to call him, was sitting on the couch watching episodes of an anime
that Japan recommended. "Hey, Norge! Whatcha watching over here?" Dan
asked as he slammed his butt on the seat next to Lukas. "Shingeki no
Kyojin as Kiku calls it" responded the Norwegian, "and my gods, its so
gruesome. I'm surprised i survived the first half" Mathias knew that
gore was something that Lukas hated to see after watching so much of
it in real life. It must have been a strict promise to japan that
Norway even kept watching.

Soon the episode ended and Lukas turned the
TV off hastily. "I promised him one episode. that's all I care to see"
was his only words as he popped the disc back into the case. "So, how
was the party?" he finally asked. "Oh it was, you know, fun and
hip-hop as usual. We played water balloon toss too. Spain got soaked!"
Mathias replied, a small chuckle coming from him. Norway nodded.
"Well, I'm going to go lay in my bed, okay?" he said as he walked up
the stairs.

"O-okay! I'll be right there!" Mathias shouted. As much as Norway hated
to admit, he loved having Den laying next to him. Not in a sexual way,
but in a cuddle-buddy manner. Plus, what better way to touch that curl
than to lay unsuspicious next to the one who possessed it? It wouldn't
be invasive because Lukas would technically be inviting the Dane into
his space. Also, he wouldn't have to ask to touch the curl; directly
anyway.

He went up the stairs and trotted in the bedroom where Lukas
lay. he took a spot next to the Norwegian. they glanced around for a
while until Lukas scooted close to Mathias and pulled his muscled arm
over himself. it was so warm and cozy that Dan wanted to go to sleep
right then; but there was a task still at hand. he waited until Lukas
had gotten cozy that he tugged the curl gently. "D-Dan...i don't like
that" Lukas said flatly. Mathias didn't leave it alone. now it was for
his curiosity, not the dare.

He simply cradled the curl and held it
softly. Lukas sighed and snuggled closer. Dan was liking this. it was
almost like the curl was a remote. touch it the right ways, something
different happens. the part that was so surprising was that Norge
didn't scream or fight. Mathias rubbed the curl gently, getting yet a
different reaction. Lukas made this cute whimpering noise and blushed
deeply. normally, Dan would've stopped, but his curiosity got the
better of him.

he became a bit more adventurous and licked the curl.
Lukas shuddered and shivered as if disgusted or just really excited.
possibly a multiple meaning of "excitement" implied. "do you want me
to stop?" Mathias asked. "n-no, not now. you've already started it"
Lukas said, panting slightly. Dan was happy to see the Norwegian
wishing for attention, but the sudden emotional switch also concerned
him.

Why was Norge being so friendly all of a sudden? and not just
friendly as in neighborly friendly, but sensually friendly too.
"p-please Den, i need it. I need your touch" Lukas begged as he started
wiggling uncomfortably.