Dear Readers,
This story desperately needs your input. If you like the idea, and wish to see it continued it will need you to review or PM me with your ideas post haste. I have seen many stories written similar to this, so the idea is most certainly not mine, however, as much I have liked the idea for fan fictions such as this, the actual execution of them has been...below par. I understand that the form or writing in an role playing format appeals to some, but it doesn't appeal to all, and a piece of literature of this theme is therefore in need of creation. I apologize for the exceedingly large author's note but it is necessary. The following content will be an introduction to set the scene, and from there on in, it is up to you, the reader to contribute your ideas. Remember reviews for dare ideas are desperately needed. Once you have read the short introduction, state the dare and who you wish to get it. :)
It was dark outside. The unnatural glow of the street lamps reflecting on the wet tarmac surface of the ground, made the quiet street look slightly eerie and sinister. However, the street was not important. Nor the appearance of the large house that was situated on it.
The important factor, or factors rather, were the current occupants of said house. The multiple countries were currently crowded around a bottle, some lingering at the edges of the attempted circle, not wishing to be dragged into the nonsense that was about descend on the present nations.
No one was quite sure who had made the suggestion. The night was running slowly and coming to an end, much to America's distaste. He was not only the host of the party, but the Hero! And a Hero's party couldn't be crap! It had to be something people would remember the next day, and talk about for years! That being so, when people started to excuse themselves with half-assed and barely thought out excuses, he put up a protest and promised that the night would pick up. From the depths of the gently lit room, a suggestion for a game of "Spin the Bottle, Truth or Dare" could be heard. Antagonists or perhaps protagonists, if you will, from all corners nodded and murmured in agreement. Who was our host to disagree with the masses?
And so America searched for an empty bottle, which were present in abundance, and called everyone together. Deciding he should, as the host, be the first to spin and thus dare someone, did so.
The bottle circled quickly and started to slow... Finally it stopped. People smirked, and awaited the first dare and it's consequences.