You've been invited to a party at France's house. To play Truth or Dare all you have to do is fill this out:
Name/Country (that you want to be):
Country (the other person):
Male/Female:
Age:
Physical Description (including clothes):
Who dares whom?:
Description of desired events:
Note: I will write any type of event, as innocent, sexual, violent, cutesy, or weird as you want, and any kind of pairing, don't be shy!
There will be chapters ranging from K+ to M, and some of the pairings will be BoyXBoy - don't like it? Don't read it.
Here's a prequel to the first chapter (which will be up soon):
I knew it was a bad idea to come tonight, but France threatened to come over and rape me if I didn't, and I can never tell if he's joking when he says things like that. I feel so awkward standing here, I keep pulling on the short black skirt my stupid friend put me in. She knows I hate skirts, but "oh no! We can't have me in anything comfortable if Germany is here!" Urgh! I am going to kill that girl.
"Ashley, mon amour! You are not drinking, you should have something. It's not a party until you have some vine." France shoves a glass of wine into my hand.
"I can't France, I plan to make it safely home tonight."
"Aw, mon cherie, there is no need for zat! You can stay with me tonight." He grins seductively at me.
"You're hilarious France." I try once again to hand the glass back.
"One glass will not hurt, will it?" I consider this for second.
"I guess one would be ok. But only one!" I glare at him warningly for a second, before taking a sip. He smiles at me;
"Lovely! Now you can enjoy yourself and stop trying to lengthen that lovely skirt." I turn bright pink.
"W-what?!"
"It is too long as it is mon cherie, you ought not try to make it longer. In fact, allow me to shorten it for you." He leans in to touch it, and I smack him.