Truth or dare." A cheeky grin was seen on the Danish's visage, as he stared at the white-haired German with mischief and impishness written in his azure orbs.

How did this game started between them? Well since they were earlier than the others and the growing ennui inside the meeting room was making them weary and uncomfortable, the red-eyed German suggested that they would play. And being as bored as he is, the Danish agreed with no hesitation or complaint.

Mathias tapped his fingers on the mahogany table and leisurely placed his head on his palm. His abrazive haughty gaze didn't waver or even lessen while he waited for the answer of the respondant.

Gilbert's lips tilted upward and returned his look with the same level of confidence. He crossed his arms, showing his utmost arrogance and stated his response with certain. "Dare."

Mathias smirked. "Fine then." He turned his head at the other side of the room to find a victim for his dare. 'Who will it be?' He thought to himself while he continued to look. "Aha!" His blue eyes sparkled gleefuly as he caught sight of Natalia who was peacefully reading The Karmazov Brothers.

And of course, as he noted. Whenever the Belarusian maiden is, her blasted overprotective boyfriend was there at her side. Alfred Jones was sitting beside her with a dull expression written on his face, possibly due to boredom, yet didn't have any attempts to leave his post.

"Perfect." A devious grin crept on Mathias' face and slyly tilted his head to looked at Gilbert. "So what is it?" His ruby eyes looked at him with confusion and eagerness, knowing that the Danish's challenges were always full of suprises.

He pointed his index finger towards Natalia and stated, "I dare you to make Jones furious by placing a peck on Natalia's cheek." He boastfully crossed his arms and eyed the German with a degradingly gaze of mock.

"Think you can do that?" His lips curled into a roguish smile while he tauntered Gilbert. "Watch out there Mathias, you're talking to the most awesome person in the planet." Gilbert responded his retort with pride and vaingloriously made his steps towards Natalia.

"Hey Jones, look at what I'm going to do." Alfred blinked his eyes and looked at him with confusion.

Gilbert cupped Natalia's face and gently but with haste, placed his lips on her rosy cheek.

Her face was flushed in a crimson color and before she could utter a single word, a hard punch landed on his cheek that sent him sitting on the white marbled floor. "Ouch..." Gilbert rubbed his aching maw. "You fucking bastard!" Alfred grabbed his collar and threw another furious attack and another on his face. "Fuck you!"

Yet, instead of showing pain or any sign of aggressiveness, Gilbert just smirked.

"Alfred!" Natalia went to his side and firmly gripped his arm. "That's enough." She softly crooned and gently caressed his face in attempt to ease his anger. "We'll leave, okay?"

Alfred cooled down and heaved out a weary sigh.

"Fine." He held her hand, and placed a chaste kiss on the back of her palm.

Alfred held his arm on her waist and glared at Gilbert, but the young Teutonic just returned his angered gaze with a grin of mockery.

"This is not over yet."

And when both of them left the room, Mathias snorted and burst out laughing infront of his friend. He held his stomach as he continued his laughter . "Oh god," He laughed loudly and went to Gilbert's side. "Way to go! You actually have the balls to do such a thing!" He lent his hand and helped the German to stand.

Gilbert dusted his pants and rubbed the injured part of his face. "Of course I would. Don't doubt the Awesome Prussia!" He lightly winced when he felt a painful twinged on his cheek. "Damn, his punches are stony."

Mathias just laughed and patted the back of his friend.