Hetalia: The Truth of Dares (1)

Thanks guys, for responding in eight hours or less! You're the best! Also, forgive me if the dares take a little while to happen at first. They just got them for the first time, so I need to create a reaction first. Don't worry! I'm doing every single dare. They also won't be this long.

As the sun just began to peak over the snow dunes outside, Russia was already out of bed, adjusting his clothes and picking up his heavy coat. Russia was normally an early riser, and despite the situation of things, this day was no exception. A long time ago, the Baltics had lived with him. Russia had woke up early this one time, and the Baltics had gotten it into their heads that he wanted his breakfast at the crack of dawn every day. When he attempted to tell them of the small mistake they committed, Latvia, Lithuania, and Estonia ran into the next room and wouldn't come out. So for the convenience of the Baltics, Russia rose early every day. Now it was habit. And no one had his breakfast ready for him anymore. He lived a rather lonely lifestyle these days.

Russia stuck his hands into his coat pockets and began to wish for the Baltic's even more. They laid out his clothes for the morning, and not once did any of them leave anything in the pockets. His fist closed around a crumpled piece of paper before lifting it out and reading what was on it.

"I'm gonna go with a simple dare and have Alfred dare Ivan to go on a date with his little sister.

-BlackNoblesse"

"That's a funny joke." Russia smiled treacherously under his scarf. "I wonder who this 'BlackNoblesse' person is. Perhaps they take the joke too far. I'll find them." Russia crumpled the paper into his pocket and walked out of his room.

Germany, after doing pushups in his room, was the second person to make it downstairs into the designated area for eating. The largest dining room that was nearest to the kitchen. He was surprised to meet Russia already sitting down with his breakfast. It wasn't that Germany knew what Russia's normal habits were, but he had still thought that he would be the first to get breakfast. Silently he fished around in the cupboards for some jam, bread, and a toaster. If America was kind enough to lend them his house, he was kind enough to lend his food as well. Actually, come to think of it, a food shortage may end up being a problem. With there being at least twenty-five countries under the same roof, he didn't think they could survive two days.

Germany opened up the package of bread and was surprised to find a piece of paper stuck to the loaf. He plied it off, his expression changing when he noticed it was a note. It read;

"All: watch SAO abridged episode 1,2 & 4

Norway: what does the fox say? Why are you obsessed with that anyway?
All: what is your favorite mythology?
Germany: did you know that you have a harmless cursed doll in one of your museums?
America: how do you feel about Annabel? She's real. From, topaz3"

Was this meant to be in the loaf? Germany shook the bag a bit. Nothing else fell out except bread. Russia was the only one here at the moment, but this didn't seem like something he would do. Although, he would like Russia's opinion on this note. Germany walked away from the kitchen.

"Er, Russia? Do you have a moment?"

"Hhmm? Da, sure!" Always so cheery . . . Germany shivered.

"Ya, thanks. I found this in the bread. What do you think of it?" He passed the note onto the table and crossed his arms. Russia took a while in answering.

"It seems like note I got this morning. Coincidence?" His face darkened as the other note was revealed. Germany pondered this until their thoughts were rudely interrupted.

"Russia, Germany, bros! What's cooking?" America slapped Russia on the back and quickly retreated away.

Germany looked down at their plates of food. "Toast and oatmeal."

"Hhm. Looks good. Also, that's my food."

"-but if you want to know what really going on," He tossed the papers on the table. America asked what it was and read the requests. His eyes brightened.

"Whoa! This is perfect!" He squealed. What? "These things look like truths and dares! We should so totally do them! You know how everyone's so grumpy being stuck together? Yeah, well, now we have something to do!"

"America, some of these dares might cause more discomfort." Germany looked pointedly at Russia, who stared intently at America.

"Yeah, but what about the tension? It'll keep everyone in order, right?"

"America, I don't think you get the point. Someone under two codenames infiltrated your house, and we might not get any more requests from them. It's a mysterious circumst-!"

"Then we'll dare each other! Leave notes in places people will find!"

Germany had one last question. "What if not everyone wants to do this?"

America seemed a bit guilty for a second, but that expression was cleared away in an instance. "I'm sure that someone has blackmail with them. You know, considering that most likely no one locked their doors last night. And that said person found things in people's suitcases earlier in the day. Like, magazine things. Or something. You catch the drift, Ludwig bro?"

Germany caught the drift. "Fine, fine. We'll go with it." He grumbled and lowered his head.

As soon as a good deal of nations streamed into the three rooms (Kitchen, dining room, and living room), a rumor that they were being forced into a game of truth or dare was spread about.

France approached America, who was the most likely to know about what was going on. He asked him about the dares and America winked.

"Actually, they aren't forced. Well, not yet. Think you could do me a favor?"

France quirked an eyebrow. "Oui?"

"Sweet, that means yes, right? Well, if the countries don't want to participate, I'm gonna need some blackmail handy." America bent down and whispered. France's eyes lit up.

"Yes, of course. When will the daring start? And why are you doing this?"

"Soon, I'm pretty sure. And why not? Everyone's so grumpy with each other, this'll be like an icebreaker!" They stopped as Germany stood up.

"I think word has gone about that our situation is being held against us. All of us have to participate in a game of truth or dare. Except, we don't get to choose "truth", or "dare". It is chosen for us. The person or persons responsible for this have chosen to stay incognito. They are BlackNobleless and topaz3. Their dares are written here." The crowd seemed discontent.

England argued, "How exactly are we forced to do this? I haven't received-!" A photograph flew to the ground as soon as he crossed his arms. He scooped it up immediately and his eyes budged. "Bullocks!" England stuffed the picture into his chest pocket as his face turned a rosy red.

"Case in point, now that we're all here, or the vast majority at least, I'll read off the truths first."

France gazed sideways at America. "I didn't do that," He pointed to England. America gave him a thumbs up and shushed him.

"Erm, firstly, for Norway, 'What does the fox say? Why are you so obsessed with that anyways?'"

The Nordics, who were sitting in a bunch at the table, turned their attention to Norway. Norway's expression stayed sullen. "Really, you should be asking America that question. That song was made by a Norwegian comedy group. Somehow, that song made it to America, and the internet exploded. I don't mind the song, but America loves it."

America put his hands in his pockets. "What? It's hilarious!"

Germany continued. "This is for everyone. "What's your favorite mythology?'"

Not everyone was able to squeeze in an answer as the question was passed around the table.

China spoke first. "In my mythology, there is a Dragon called The Candle Dragon. He is responsible for night and day, and the seasons. He was so powerful that each time he blinked, it turned night. He always sleeps, and doesn't need to eat. When he breaths and inhales, that causes weather to change."

Russia went next. "How interesting! My favorite tale is Baba Yaga. It is about a witch who lives in house that walks on chicken legs, and can travel in a caldron. She grabs children wandering in the woods." He smiled. "She is very famous in my culture."

"I've heard of her," England stated. "Didn't she eat the children? Anyways, I've always liked King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. But I'll tell a second favorite, since that's a very public myth. Herne the Hunter protected the forests of Windsor, around the age of Queen Elizabeth the first. He committed a crime and hung himself out of shame. He continues to haunt the place, and protect it, when something bad happens."

"Heh, cool story. You have a bunch about creepy ghosty guys protecting you. You must have, like, an entire army." America forced down a shiver. "Well, I really like my myths. My people are super freaking strong." He cleared his throat. "Paul Bunyan," England pinched the bridge of his nose at the name. "Was a super strong kid that was rumored to scream so loudly when he was a baby that he scared all the fish out of faraway ponds, and frogs started wearing earmuffs. He could fit into his Dad's clothes after one week of being alive. He sunk pirate ships and battled cannon balls in the Revolutionary war and sent them back at the ships. It's said that when he died, he went to Heaven but thought it was too boring, so he went to Hell and now you can hear him causing havoc down below whenever an earthquake happens."

"My turn!" France trilled. "Mine is of the morgens."

England barked, "I thought that was a British myth!"

"It originated in France. They are siren like creatures that lure men into the water with visions of underwater gold castles or their own beauty. They are blamed for some floods at my place." England grumbled over how morgen's were British lore. France noticed. "Perhaps you will be surprised to know that a lot of the Arthurian legend was created in France." That ticked England off to no end, and he kicked France's shins. The air was filled with yells and laughter.

"This is taking too long," Germany accused. "But I'm still going. The Brother Grimm's fairytales are one of the most known writers of myths in Germany. The goose girl is one of the stories they wrote. It's about a girl and her charm necklace from her mother. Although," Germany peered at America. "Der großmann has become very big in America."

"But that story is so much like Slenderman! It's such a coincidence!"

Germany sighed. "Italy, you next. You'll be the last one."

Italy bounded out of his seat. "Yes! There are many variations of the story on why Cat's and Dog's hate each other. They used to be great friends, but the Dog's started killing rats, and the cats got mad and attacked the dogs. Ever since that, they have been bitter enemies! I tried explaining this to Japan once, but he has his own way of the story! I forget it though."

"Moving on. The next one is addressed to me. 'Did you know that you have a harmless cursed doll in a museum?'" Germany thought for a bit. Do you mean the German Girl Shrine? She's rumored to be haunted, but will bring good luck to people who give her gifts. She's a Barbie Doll that a dead spirit girl wanted. Yes, I do know, but is it the right one?" He shrugged. "America, one for you. 'How do you feel about Annabel? She's real.'"

America visibly jumped. "She's a creepy-ass doll I've seen before! Of course I'm terrified of- well, not terrified." He glanced around the table. "I mean she's creepy 'n all, but heh. . . not real, right? Or, I mean . . ."

Germany cleared his throat but Russia spoke instead. "That's the end of the truths, da? Don't we have to watch something next?"

"That's right. Anybody have a device with them?" Every single country reached into their pockets and pulled out a small device. "That's convenient. Japan, do you mind if we use yours?"

"Not at all. What are we watching?"

"Ah," He looked down at the paper. "Watch SAO abridged."

Japan searched it up right away. He seemed excited. After the first episode, America was bouncing off the walls.

"Ohmygosh England!"

"What?"

"The mythical pebble of pig smiting!" England yelped as a projectile was thrown at his face. "Also, this is super freaking amazing! I wanna watch the real thing now!"

"America, I hate to burst you bubble, but I think you missed the first part."

"What, the ad thing? The burger thing? It was a great advertisement! You do use all of your taste buds for burgers! Truest sign out there, hell yes!"

By the third video, everyone had complaints, and America was on the ground dying of laughter. "What even happened at the last bit of episode two? What even? Was that that Jesus character? 'Hay-Zeus'?" There were a few others in the group that chuckled at certain parts, including Demark and Prussia, but America out did them substantially.

"America, calm down!" Germany glared at him. Anyone else laughing quieted down.

"Heh, alright." America sat up feebly. "Pfft, that was awesome though. Japan, I know you make these kind of things, what is this?"

"An abridged version of Sword Art Online." Japan had liked the videos too, although quietly without expressing interest on the outside.

Germany read the last dare of the final note in his head. Then looked over at Russia, who already had Belarus clinging on to his chair from behind. Germany then read the note out loud.

"Russia, you are dared to go on a date with Belarus." Russia's face got darker and darker.

"No, I don't want to."

The rest of the group was split between wanting this to happen, and the other half was terrified of the results. Mutually, everyone sitting down sat up and backed away from the table. Russia was left with an empty seat beside him, which Belarus plopped down in right away. With wide, crazy eyes, she expressed her love for her brother for the thousandth time.

"Marrymemarrymemarryme." In seconds, Russia's seat fell down as he rushed from the room. Belarus, used to this by now, ran after him.

"Hey, does that count as a date?" America asked. "I mean, they sat at the table alone for point five seconds with food, so it's kinda like they took each other out for breakfast."

"Yes, let's just go with that," The group agreed.

"Ah, we can set up something later!" The rock America had thrown at England hit him square in the forehead.