ATTENTION MY DEAR READERS!
If you're planning to send me dares, send them via PM! Please, since it's not allowed to send them via review. If you send it on your reviews, they'll force me to delete the story!
Thank you. :D
I decided to update today to like set an order. Hopefully, I'll update every sunday.
Hopefully.
"Who wants to go first?"
Silence.
"Come on, really? Not even you America? And here I thought you were a HERO. You were my idol..." She buried her face in her hands, but she was actually smirking.
The blonde looked hurt. "I AM a hero! Give me that bottle!" Triumphantly, Angie tossed him the bottle. Hook, line, and sinker.
"I'll do a dare, 'cause truths are for pansies." And he spun the bottle.
It spun,
and spun,
and spun,
until it landed on...
Romano.
"Eh? Romano, you're playing?" His brother asked him.
He shrugged, "I've got nothing else to do." Romano turned to America. "What do I have to do?"
"Hmm..." He thought about it for a moment.
"C'mon, Americano! I don't have all day!"
"Here's one. Everytime someone says the 'key word', you have to glomp someone," he narrowed his eyes. "Lovingly."
"What's the key word?" Japan asked.
"Tomato."
Romano rolled his eyes. "Pffffft. As if anyone would say that."
There was a knock on the door, and Italy called them to come in. If it was a burgular, they be fucked.
But it wasn't, it was Spain. Holding a crate of... you guessed it. Tomatoes!
"Hey, Romano! I brought you those tomatoes you wanted! There were so many tomatoes at the tomato farm that I didn't know how many to bring you! Then the owner said, 'Your friend loves tomatoes? Then take as many tomatoes as you like!' So, I took like, 30 tomatoes! I even baked you some tomato pie! I didn't even know there was such a thing as tomato pie. But, you can really taste the tomatoes. Where do you want me to put these? I mean, the tomatoes, mi hermano. Huh? Romano, you in here?"
(I didn't know there was tomato pie, either. Google it! It looks tasty~)
When Spain arrived in the living room, he found himself with a Romano hugging an England fiercely. (More like choking him. Seriously, poor Iggy was blue!)
"Aw, Romano! Why don't you hug me? I brought you tomatoes!"
The italian groaned. He turned to the only person he hadn't hugged: Russia. He smiled ominously, and stretched his arms. "Become one with me, da?"
"N-No..."
"Well, come on! He asked nicely!" England practically shoved him into Russia. Romano started to shake and shiver. Germany cracked a tiny smile. Serves you right, he thought. Angie, England and America couldn't stop laughing, China and Japan looked amused, Italy was worried for his brother's life, and Spain had a confused face.
"What going on?" He asked Italy.
"It's a sleepover!" He said.
"Wow, that sounds fun! Can I join?"
"Si!"
Spain settles next to Japan, and smiles. "¿De quien es el turno?"
"It's Romano's turn." Angie answered.
"You know spanish?" He asked.
"Yep! Yo, Romano! Stop making out with Russia and go." She and America burst in laughter.
Romano glared at her, "I'll do a double dare." And he spun the bottle.
He spun it,
and it continued to spin,
until it landed on Angie. Crap! She thought.
"The tables have turned. Muhahaha!" He laughed evilly, and she shivered.
"I didn't do anything to you. You'll spare me, right? ...Right?"
"You laughed at me. You mocked me. Now, you will receive punishment. Your first dare will be... to eat England's cooking!"
There was a collective gasp.
"You MONSTER!"
"Dude, you want to punish her, not kill her!"
"Yeah, what he said!"
"I don't care. She shall pay. England, to cook the best damn thing you can think of."
"I find this rather insulting," the british man mumbled as he walked into the kitchen. In a few minutes, he came out with what looked like a cake, but it was a swampy color, and it bubbled, even though it was a cake. He cut a slice, and handed it to the girl.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"It's alright. I-It's not your fault you're a terrible cook." She tried to smile, but it turned into a grimace. She grabbed the fork and gingerly, she placed it in her mouth. When she removed the fork, she looked at everyone. "Hey, it's not that ba-"
Before she finished her sentence, the girl fell onto Italy's lap, her face a silky white.
"You killed her! You freakin' killed her!"
"She's fine," Romano answered, and turned to the girl. "Get up."
She sat up again, holding her stomach. "I-I hate you so very m-much."
"I get that a lot. Now, on the your next dare." He smirked again, and now she was scared. Whatever the hell he was going to do to her, it wasn't going to be pretty.
"Have you ever heard France's explanation of a 'sexual act'?" The brunette asked the girl.
Italy screamed. "That was a-terrible! Don't tell me... No!" He grabbed Angie. "She's too innocent!"
"Ohoho~ I have improved my explanation since the time I explained it to you. I even have a PowerPoint presentation, with videos and pictures!" France added.
"Excellent. Angie, please go with France into the room, and let him explain it to you."
"But I already know what a sexual act is," She countered.
"Not the way France knows it." England sighed.
The blond grabbed her hand. "Come my caramel rose, let us begin." He said as he dragged her into a random room.
~Ten Minutes later~
France came out of the room, looking quite pleased. He had a hand on Angie's shoulder, who was shaking. Her pupils were smaller, and she had a scared expression. When she sat down she buried her face in her lap and hugged her knees. The girl was rocking herself.
"S-Sexual act, I already know what it is. I-It's when, It's when..." She said in a crazed tone.
"Dear, I told you that a sexual act is when you [beep] [beeeeep] [beeep] [beep]. I prefer when you [beep] [beep] and [beeeeeeeeeep]."
She started to cry.
"That's sick."
"Dude, stop. You're making her cry."
"Disgusting."
"Dios mio..."
"Romano, you're so cruel!"
He just shrugged. "I didn't know she was so weak."
She raised her head and glared daggers at him. "Mother. Fucking. Tomatoes."
The italian unwillingly glomped France, who hugged him back. That was freaky. "Anyway, she's in no condition to spin. Who's going to spin for her?"
"I'll do it, aru." Said China, and he grabbed the bottle. "This one will also be a dare." He motioned it to spin.
The bottle landed on America.
"Aw, man. What are you gonna make me do?"
I don't really know, China thought. He's not really a bad guy. He just says that my hamburgers are bad...
China smiled.
"America, do you have a hamburger on you?"
"HELL YES!" He takes it out of his pocket. "Why? Are you gonna dare me to eat it? 'CAUSE IF YOU DO, I SWEAR I'LL-"
"Burn it."
"What?"
He reaches into his pocket. "Take this lighter," he turned it on, the small flame flickering wildly. "And burn the hamburger."
America pulled off a female shriek. "That's inhuman! Why the heck would you ask me to do such a goddamn horrible thing?"
"Because I felt like it."
The blonde turned to everyone. Isn't there anyone who would side with him?
"I-I love hamburgers," Angie said, and made up a song about it. "Hamburgers, they're so yummy~ They make me jumpy like a tiny bunny! Hop! Hop! Hop!"
The others were silent.
"You people are a bunch of bastards," he murmured as he grabbed the lighter from China. He placed it under the delicacy and lit it. The bread was quickly caught flame, and his fingers began to get covered with soot. Angie began to cry again, singing "Fly away now, fly away now. FLY AWAAAAAAAY~!"
Now in America's hand there was nothing more than a pile of ashes, mixed with his tears. "You had a good run. I salute you, soldier."
"Cut the crap," England interrupted. "Hurry up and spin."
"I'll do a kiss!" He decided.
And the bottle turned,
and swirled,
and continued in a circular motion...
...until it landed on Germany.
So, what did you think? Please, tell me how good I did, how bad, and how I can improve!
*The song I was singing when they burned the hamburger was Fly Away (No shit, Sherlock. *shotshotshot*) from Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt, the most PERVERTED anime known to humanity.
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See ya next Sunday! And thank you for reading~!
~OmegaStarShooter14~