A/N: Yo Dawgzz! Whazzup?! Keep it coming guys! Loving the reviews. ahhhhhh! It took so long! Sorry AFWS. This took me forever.

Elliot: *walks in* Hey guys! *smiles* My friend from the tournament is here to watch!

France: *frowns*

*a muscled Hispanic man with a army cut walks in*

?: Hi, I'm Rico.

Elliot: He got me my first big fight!

Rico: *chuckles nervously* It wasn't that big of a deal.

Elliot: *rolls his eyes* Well anyways let's get this started!

CheshireKitKat:

LOL I LOVE THIS! Update soon! Here are my dares and truths...

Dares:

Germany: Do "it" with Italy... but you must be the one who bottoms out.
Everyone: Must give Canada a hug and say hi to him.
Russia: goes 24 hours without Vodka...
Belarus: not allowed to stalk Russia for a week.
Estonia: Estonian Sparkle Party. Dance to it.
Spain: you got a nice arse...Twerk!
Prussia: Wears a pink Tutu and dances like a ballerina.
Sweden: Make me Sweedish Meatballs.
Germany: Streak across the stage.
Romano: let Spain mess with your curl as much as he wants to.
England: Give America a lap dance.
France: Do something really perverted to Elliot
Germany and Prussia: Make out.
Mexico: Do the Mexican Hat Dance
Everyone: Tie Russia up and hang him from the ceiling. Take turns whacking him with his own pipe. Just like a pinata
Poland: Kiss Lichtenstein.
Latvia: For 24 hours. List off any stupid idea you can to Russia. He is not allowed to hit you or yell, or scare you.. and he must go along with every idea you say. No matter how dumb.
Germany, Italy, Japan: Do the Carmel dance.
Prussia: Say you are "unawesome"
America: Go a week with no McDonald's.
Norway: Dance and sing along to what does the Fox say.
Denmark: Kiss Norway.
Switzerland: You must give up your guns for 24 hours.
Estonia: No matter how many times you say no. You must help kelsie9489 with her algebra homework. Also. Your theme song for now on is to be "White and Nerdy" by weird Al Yankovich.
Cuba: Kiss America.
Italy: wear a dress like you used to when you were little.

Truths:
Prussia: is your "you know what" really 5 meters?...
Sweden: how much do you love Finland?..
Japan: if you were to have a three-some with any two other countries... who would it be?...
Germany: what turns you on the most?...
Hungary: who would you rather date?... Prussia or Austria?...
England: why are your eyebrows so bushy?..

AFWS:

Sup, people. I am the Anti France Weapon supplier guy. You can be my friend if you want Britain. I have some dares and a question. First off, the dares. To China (where has he been this whole time?): I dare you to say to Korea that pandas originated in Korea. To Japan: If you liked a girl, would it be Taiwan or Vietnam. To Germany: I dare you to kiss Belgium. To Russia: I dare you to not drink any vodka for the next three chapters. To America: I have two dares for you. 1: Claim that you are not a hero and that you can not mind your business. And 2: Say that British cooking is better than burgers. Now on to the question. To the author: Can you please add Taiwan and Vietnam? Just add Hong Kong for the heck of it. BYE.

Elliot: Germany.

Germany: Ja?

Elliot: *blushes* You have to do "it" with Italy, but you have to bottom.

Germany: *blushes*

Italy: *looks confused*

Elliot: *pushes Germany and Italy into a nearby room*

*noises are heard after a while*

Elliot: We'll save that second one for later then. Russia?

Russia: Da?

Elliot: No vodka for 24 hours.

Russia: *frowns*

Elliot: Belarus.

Belarus: *stands from her spot crouched behind a plant* Da?

Elliot: No stalking Russia for a week.

Belarus: *hisses and disappears*

Elliot: *blinks, surprised* Ok, umm, Estonia?

Estonia:...

Elliot: Estonia sparkle party.

*Estonian sparkle party starts*

Elliot: Spain.

Spain: ¿Sí?

Elliot: Twerk

Spain: *stands up and twerks*

Everyone: *laughs*

Elliot: *blushes* Ok Prussia has to wear a pink Tutu and dance like a ballerina.

Prussia: *starts to argue, but is forced into a tutu and poked into dancing by a certain Russian with a pipe*

Everyone: *snickers at his poor attempts*

*Germany and Italy walk back in*

Elliot: Everyone say hi to Canada and give him a hug!

Everyone: Hi!

*everyone takes their turn hugging him while Canada blushes and twitches*

Elliot: Ok, Sweden.

Sweden: ...

Elliot: Make Swedish balls.

Sweden: *silently turns to the kitchen*

Elliot: Germany streak, now.

Germany: *blushes. disappears into a random room*

Elliot: Romano.

Romano: What bastard?

Elliot: You have to let Spain mess with your curl as much as he wants.

Spain: *pulls a protesting Romano into his lap on pulls on his curl*

Romano: *moans, melting into Spain*

Spain: *kisses Italy's neck while twirling his curl*

Elliot: England give America a lap dance.

England: *blushes, but does it*

Elliot: *blushes, hands the cards to Hungary*

Hungary: *smirks evilly* France~

France: Oui?

Hungary: You get to do something perverted to Elliot~
France: *smirks and stalks toward Elliot*

Elliot: *backs up until he hits a wall, squeaks*

France: *places his hands on either side of Elliot's head and whispers in his ear*

Elliot: You idiot! of course not!*goes to slap him*

France: *stops him by grabbing his hand and kissing it gently*

Elliot: *blushes, mumbles something*

France: Say that again mon cheri.

Elliot: *looks away* I said that I love you and I would never date Rico because he's not my type you idiot.

Rico: *bursts out laughing*

France: *kisses Elliot* Mon cheri, I have never been so happy to hear those words.

Elliot: *blushes* Shut up, stupid.

France: *smiles* I love you too, my little Korean.

Elliot: *suddenly surges forward and kisses France*

France: *grips Elliot tightly*

Elliot: *buries his hands in France's hair as they start to French kiss*

France: *grabs Elliot's ass*

Elliot: *pulls back with a moan*

France: *kisses down Elliot's neck, biting every so often*

Elliot: *gasps* France~

France: *kisses Elliot on the lips before sitting down with Elliot on his lap*

Elliot: Ok-

*Germany streaks then runs back to his room*

Elliot: *is squirming around in France's lap trying to find a comfortable position*

France: Mon cheri, please. Stop moving.

Elliot: *tenses, blushing* Sorry

*Germany comes back out blushing*

Elliot: *blurts out* Germany and Prussia have to make out.

Germany: *is now the color of a tomato* Nein, not my bruder.

Dalek: Ex-ter-min-ate!

Elliot: Not yet.

Prussia: Haha it's okay West. It's not like we're going to enjoy it.

Germany: *sighs* Fine.

Prussia: *walks over to Germany and gently kisses him, prying his lips open after a while*

Russia: *pulls Prussia away growling*

Elliot: *clears his throat* 0.o Mexico.

Mexico: *pops out of nowhere* ¿Sí?

Elliot: Mexican hat dance.

Mexico: *does the Mexican hat dance*

Elliot: Tie Russia up and hang him from the ceiling. Take turns whacking him with his own pipe. Just like a pinata.

Russia: Kolkolkolkol *emanates dark aura*

Everyone: *backs away*

Elliot: Nevermind then. Poland, kiss Lichtenstein.

Poland: Like totally not cool.

Elliot: Just do it.

Poland: *kisses Lichtenstein quickly, avoiding Switzerland as he dances away*

Elliot: *sighs* Since Russia is being scary, I'm just going to skip that dare. So Allies.

Allies: *look up nervously*

Elliot: *do the Carmel dance*

*they fail miserably*

Elliot: Prussia has to say that he's unawesome.

Prussia: But the awesome me is awesome!

Russia: *whispers in Prussia's ear*

Prussia: *blushes* I'm u-un- unawesome.

Elliot: *raises an eyebrow* That's what I call progress.

Russia: Kolkolkolkolkol. Da.

Elliot: Ok, America goes a week without McDonald's

America: Noooooo! *falls to his knees dramatically*

Elliot: Norway dances and sings along to What Does the Fox Say?

Norway: *rolls his eyes, but does it expertly*

Elliot: *whispers in Denmark's ear*

Denmark: *chuckles evilly*

*Denmark tackles Norway to the floor and pins him down. He kisses along the smaller man's jawline sloppily until their lips meet in a fierce kiss*

Elliot: *raises an eyebrow* Ok, Switzerland you have to give up your guns for an hour.

Switzerland: *marches over to Elliot and drops all his guns at his feet. He marches back over to his spot between Austria and Liechtenstein*

Elliot: *flinches* O-ok well Estonia has to help with kelsie9489's homework, and your theme song is now White and Nerdy.

Estonia: *huffs* Fine. *goes to help kelsie9489 with her homework*

Elliot: *sitting far away from the guns curled up in France's lap* Cuba has to kiss America.

*both grumble but are too afraid of the Dalek so they walk over to each other and peck each other on the lips very lightly. They jumps apart and scramble to kiss their own lovers*

Elliot: -like guns. *is all anyone can hear of what Elliot murmured to France*

France: *murmurs something back*

Elliot: *nods, curling more into France*

France: Italy must wear a dress like when 'e was little.

Italy: Ve~ Ok~! *skips off to go change*

France: Prussia, is your dick really five meters?

Prussia: Yes!

Elliot: *bursts out* It's been an hour, Switzerland take the guns!

Switzerland: *stands and gathers his guns before returning to his seat*

Elliot: *blushes and relaxes into France* Umm, well how much do you love Finland, Sweden?

Sweden: 'lot.

Finland: *blushes*

Elliot: Japan, if you were to have a threesome who would be the two other countries?

Japan: *blushes* Well, umm.. Greece and Turkey.

Elliot: Who turns you on the most Germany?

Germany: *blushes* Italy.

Italy: Ve~ *glomps Germany in his a dress that mirrors the ones he used to wear*

Elliot: Prussia or Austria Hungary?

Hungary: *without hesitation* Austria *goes back to snapping photos*

Elliot: Why are you eyebrows so bushy England?

England: *twitches* I was born with them.

Elliot: China has to say Pandas originated in Korea in front of him.

China: *sulkily walks over to Korea* Pandas originated in Korea- aru.

Korea: *gropes China's breasts* I knew it, da-ze!

Elliot: 0.o Japan if you liked a girl would it be Taiwan or Vietnam?

Japan: *blushes* I- well Taiwan

Elliot: Germany kiss Belgium.

Germany: *blushes, but quickly kisses Belgium on the lips*

Elliot: Russia can not drink Vodka for the next three chapters.

Russia: *shrugs* I do not care. *holds Prussia closer in his lap*

Elliot: America has to say that he's not a hero and can't mind his own business.

America: *sadly* I'm not a hero and I can't mind my own business.

Elliot: A- and um you have to say British cooking is better than burgers.

America: British cooking is better than burgers

Elliot: Are- are you okay America?

America: *doesn't respond*
England: *hugs America and leads him gently to a separate room*

Elliot: Um well we need Taiwan, Vietnam, and Hong Kong here.

Taiwan: Hello!

Vietnam: *waves*

Hong Kong: *doesn't move or make a sound*

Elliot: Ok, we're done then.

A/N: Sorry for the confusion guys!