*France has finally been subdued and is currently tied up and being poked alternately by America and England and Italy, who was never brave enough to poke France before when he wasn't tied up. Lilli is shaking while Faye comforts her. Livvy is talking animatedly to Sealand, Francesca is contentedly listening to French pop that is still coming from an unseen source, Felicity and Poland are discussing fashions, Russia is trying to straighten up the sunflowers that were trampled during their chase after France, and the other nations are lounging around*
Lilli: I didn't even think before I hugged him; I'm just a huggy person!
Faye: I know you are, but what have I told you before about hugging strangers?
Lilli: (sniffles) It's always been 'Don't talk to strangers', not 'Don't hug strangers'. Besides, it's France; how strange can he get?
America and England: (Looking up from their poking France) Very.
*A sudden blast of air knocks them all back on their haunches. The source is an angry red letter that has appeared out of nowhere, flattening more of Russia's sunflowers*
Russia: MY SUNFLOWERS! (resumes fuming)
Felicity: If I didn't know any better, I'd say that was a Howler…but this is a Hetalia Truth or Dare fan fiction, not a Harry Potter Truth or Dare fan fiction.
Faye: Not only that, but it totally appeared the way that things are transported in the Eragon books.
Francesca: (gets up and goes over to the letter, which is beginning to smoke) Um…this is a Howler.
Livvy: QUICK! OPEN IT!
*Francesca rips open the letter right before it explodes; everyone closes their eyes in trepidation as they wait for the letter to start screaming. When nothing does happen, they slowly stop wincing and start looking curiously at it*
Francesca: I guess that I get to read it instead of it screami-
*The Howler finally begins yelling out its message; everyone jumps*
Howler: THIS IS A REVIEW FROM LIVVYKITTY, WHO WILL ALSO BE HELPING TO HOST THIS FAN FICTION! SO SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO HER! (dissolves into a puff of smoke)
England: Who?
*Suddenly a girl crash-lands into the ground while trying to land gracefully from her flight. She has big bushy eyebrows, blue eyes, wings, and a Nantucket strand*
Livvykitty: OW! BLOODY HELL, THAT HUUUURT! I got dares! (gives an ecstatic grin) But first of all, I dare the hosts to let me help host!
Livvy: Sounds good!
Felicity: How many hosts does a talk show - er, I mean, fan fiction - normally have?
Francesca: I guess it can have however many we want…but I think we should put a cap on six. Any more would just get really confusing, especially if the hosts have similar names to us.
Faye: Alright, maximum six hosts it is!
Lilli: Is that it for us?
Livvykitty: Yup! And now for South Italy!
S. Italy: (looks up from eating a tomato) What do you want, you insane piece of shit?
*Faye and Switzerland cover Lilli's and Liechtenstein's ears, respectively*
Francesca: WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!
Livvykitty: (completely unperturbed) Romano, you have to go to an ATM, get money, and when it comes out, scream "I WON! I WON!"
S. Italy: What the fuck kind of a dare is that?
*Faye and Switzerland go back to covering their siblings' ears*
Francesca: DID I NOT JUST TELL YOU TO WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE?
Livvy: I think we're going to have to get Lilli and Liechtenstein some earmuffs if he's going to be a regular guest.
Felicity: Get going, Romano!
Livvykitty: Yup! DO ET!
*Romano sulkily walks over to an ATM, which has randomly appeared and flattened more of Russia's sunflowers, who is looking on murderously. Romano kicks the machine, which starts spitting out euros straight into his face*
S. Italy: (spluttering between facefuls of money) I WON! I WON!
Lilli: (laughing her butt off) I freaking love slapstick.
Livvykitty: Next up is everyone! You have to guess who my adoptive parents are!
Faye: Big, bushy eyebrows…
Felicity: Wings…
Francesca: Blue eyes…
Livvy: Blonde hair…
Lilli: A little stick-up strand of hair on the forehead…
Nations: Who?
*Livvykitty facepalms while the other girls snicker*
Faye: HER PARENTS ARE ENGLAND AND AMERICA!
America: But-but-that would imply that Iggy and I are a thing!
England: My point exactly, you prats!
Lilli: But England, it's common knowledge that you and America ARE a thing! Why try and hide it? You two are the cutest thing since Bambi! You two were made for each other! (stares off into space dreamily)
Faye: …I trained you waaaaay too well in the ways of a USUK fangirl.
England: Better USUK than FrUK. God above, I hate that pairing.
Italy: But if Signora Livvykitty looks like England and America, how is she their adoptive daughter?
Livvykitty: Daddy taught me magic! I made an appearance-changing potion! And voila! (does a twirl; suddenly jumps away, screaming) AHHHH! FROG! GET THE BLOODY HELL AWAY! (smacks away France's hand, who was trying to grope her) DADDY! (hides behind America)
America: THE HERO HAS ARRIVED! (rolls up the sleeves of his bomber jacket and proceeds to punch France's lights out)
Francesca: Oi! Fatso! Keep Mr. Francy-Pants alive and in one piece so he can do further truths and dares!
*America sulks and stops beating up on France*
Felicity: Is that it?
Livvy: Nope, Livvykitty still has one more! For Russia!
*Russia looks up from trying to fix his sunflowers*
Livvykitty: Sooo…you heard of Vocaloid? Well, you get to do the Matryoshka dance. Now. Hehe. (gives a silly grin)
Russia: I get to dance, da? And after everyone sees me dance, all will want to become one with Mother Russia.
Everyone: …
*Russia proceeds to begin dancing as the music begins blasting from an unseen source. The sunflowers seem to wave with him as he bops back and forth, waving his hands*
Lilli: That is probably one of the most ridiculous things I have ever seen!
Faye: Lilli, don't say that, he's going to hex you to next year!
Livvy: Yeah, why aren't you afraid of him?
Lilli: (shrugs) He just needs a hug and some actual love in his life, not like the love Belarus has to offer, that creeper.
Belarus: (whips out a knife) You were saying?...
Lilli: (stands up) BELARUS YOU'RE A…Faye, help me out here.
Faye: Oh, right!
Lilli: BELARUS YOU'RE A –
Faye: - FUCKING –
Lilli: CREEPER AND YOU NEED TO STOP –
Faye: - FUCKING –
Lilli: HITTING ON YOUR BROTHER!
Russia: (finished his dance; Livvykitty claps ecstatically) I agree.
Belarus: (twitches) I will one day become one with Mother Russia. Just you wait.
*Everyone shudders*
Lilli: HEY YOU GUYS! GUESS WHAT?
Faye, Felicity, Livvy, and Francesca: What?
Lilli: WE TOTALLY JUST DID OUR FIRST TRUTH-OR-DARE FAN FICTION CHAPTER EVER!
Felicity: Does that mean we get to make Italy make dinner for us?
Livvy: And turn off this French pop music? (glares pointedly at Francesca)
Francesca: And get an iPod for me so I can listen to French pop all day without you lot complaining?
Livvykitty: And get Russia to dance some more without it being an actual reviewed dare?
Faye: (smacks away France's hand, which was creeping towards her and Lilli) And put France on a leash? He was about to grope either me or Lilli just now.
England: How about we break the Frog's hands so he can't do anything with them? (starts getting ideas; so does America)
Germany: Mein gott, America is thinking.
Lilli: That definitely means it's time for the chapter to end; if America keeps thinking, we might all just explode.
Livvykitty: Remember, Hetalia does not belong to any of us because we are not associated with Hidekazu Himaruya or Funimation. BE SURE TO REVIEW!