A/N: Yo Dawgzz! Whazzup?! So this is my first Friday fic, and this or another story shall be updated every other Friday. Warning! Yaoi. M/M . You have been warned.
* A boy rushes into an empty room breathlessly. He has short black hair spiked up with neon green stripes that complement Carmel brown eyes, and is the most attractive looking Korean ever. As he slides to a stop he straightens his v-neck emerald shirt and dusts off his skinny black jeans.*
Boy: Hello and welcome! My name is Elliot B. Dome, and while I am not the authoress I am a character she speaks through. I will be hosting this along with my talking plush dalek. Shall I call the cast here?
*Elliot snaps his fingers and the whole cast appears.*
Elliot: Welcome! I'm Elliot, and this is truth or dare!
Hetalia Cast: *grumbles angrily or looks around dazed*
France: Ohoho 'ello *kisses Elliot's hand* very nice to meet you.
Elliot: Anyungunsayo (*Korean*- Hello) *bows* Nice to meet you as well.
England: *mumbles* Bloody pervert.
Elliot: Right. Shall we start?
Dalek: We- should.
Romano: What the fuck is that?!
Elliot: That's my Dalek. He's the co-host.
England: *takes a step back*
Elliot: Ok! Since there are no reviews the magic authoress shall give me some to use.
Dares-
Prussia: You have to sit in Russia's lap until the next chapter is over, with his hand on your crotch.
Italys: You two have to eat England's scones without throwing them up.
England: You have to be locked in a closet with America for an hour and can not protest to anything.
Elliot: Let's get started. Prussia?
Prussia: The awesome me is here!
Elliot: You have to sit on Russia's lap until next chapter with his hand on your crotch
Prussia: So not awesome!
Elliot: Do it or I give Dalek permission.
Dalek: Ex-ter-min-nate!
Elliot: Not yet.
Prussia: *laughs uncomfortably then moves to where Russia is sitting and sits in his lap*
Elliot: *clears his throat as if hinting at something*
Russia: Kolkolkol Become one with Russia, da? *reaches around Prussia so one arm around his waist pulls him in closer and the other slowly moves across Prussia until it reaches his crotch*
Prussia: *uncharacteristically blushes and makes a little noise in the back of his throat.
Elliot: *blushes then twirls around and smacks France, screaming in Korean at him*
Dalek: EX-TER-MIN-ATE!
Elliot: Aniyo! (^Korean^ -No) Dalek stop!
Dalek: I O-bey.
Elliot: *huffs and turns back to France* Next time you try to grab my ass I won't stop him.
France: Ohohoho, but you know you liked it mon cheri.
Elliot: *glares at France* England! The kitchen is all the way down the hall to the left, go make some scones.
England: *perks up* Really?
Elliot: Yes! Now preferably.
England: *rushes down the hallway*
Elliot: *still glaring at France* Since none of the dares can be done until England returns you guys can come up with some.
America: *shouts* I dare you to make out with France for a minute!
Elliot: *turns around slowly to glare at America*
Prussia: Do it or I set Russia on you!
Elliot: *huffs and turns to France* Lets get this over with.
France: *smirks* I knew you could not resist me.
Elliot: *winces before pecking France on the lips and then retreating into a corner*
America: So not cool!
France: *corners Elliot* He said make out, for a minute.
Elliot: *looking around frantically for a way out*
France: *leans down and kisses Elliot*
Elliot: *eyes widen and any movement ceases*
France: *pries open Elliot's lips sensually*
Elliot: *melts into the kiss! his eyes slid shut and his arms slid around France's neck*
France: *smirks into the kiss and pulls Elliot closer by his waist*
Hungary: *snapping pictures rapidly*
France: *gropes Elliot's ass*
Elliot: *moans and arches up into France*
Hungary: *faints from nosebleed*
England: *walks back in with scones*
Dalek: Both- of- the- I-ta-lys- shall- eat- these.
Romano: Fuck no!
Italy: Ve~ but they aren't edible
Dalek: Do- it- or- I- shall- ex-ter-min-ate- you.
Italy: Doitsu! Protect me! *hides behind Germany*
Germany: *sighs* Italy if you eat one then you can have pasta ok?
Italy: Ve~ ok!
Romano: *grumbles* If the fucking wuss can do it then so can I.
Italy: *takes a big bite and immediately turns green and runs to the bathroom*
Romano: *eats it all at once* These are poison! *runs after Italy*
Elliot: *moans*
France: * is now giving Elliot hickeys*
Hungary: *is brought back to life and starts snapping pictures again*
Elliot: *suddenly realizes what he was doing and pushes France off him* It's been over a minute.
France: *smirks* Sorry mon Cheri I got carried away.
Elliot: *glares* Allright. Next dare, England you have to go in the closet with America and you can't protest.
England: What?!
America: *drags England into the closet*
*door slams shut*
Hungary: There are cameras in there right.
Elliot: Oh yes. Well that ends this chapter. Review with dares!