The wait for nightfall was agonizing; I had literally nothing to do. But eventually the sun set, from out the window I could see the gentle orange and purple of the sun going over the horizon.

Everyone had gathered in the conference room with the exception of Germany, England and America. They arrived later, America came with food aplenty; including the alcohol I wasn't allowed to touch.

Germany brought in a karaoke set and a TV. Oh boy! I liked singing, I wasn't too good in my opinion but I still could sing. I hoped they had some good songs on there.

Then England brought in a cupboard, what was he going to do, send us to Narnia? America emptied a bottle and asked everyone to sit in a circle. Then it hit me, so THAT was what the cupboard was for! I hoped and prayed that I wouldn't have to play that game but I didn't get my hopes too high.

America sat the bottle in the middle of the circle and clapped his hands together. "Alright dudes and dudettes!" He exclaimed loudly. In the circle was: France, Prussia, Germany, Italy, Austria (Oddly enough), Hungary, England, Japan, Me, Russia and of course America.

America span the bottle and it span for what seemed like ages, or like everything was happening in slow mo. Eventually it stopped, pointing at a now rather nervous Austria. "Oh alright Austria! Truth or Dare bro?" America asked.

Austria thought about it for a little before clearing his throat. "Truth, I have never been good with tasks like the ones you are most undoubtedly thinking of. Also, do they have to be Yes or No questions?"

America rubbed his hands together mischievously. "Nope, anything goes. So, Austria… Who do you have a crush on?" Austria paled and scratched his chin. "Punishments are also in order for those who refuse to answer questions or complete their given dares!" America added on the side.

And as if by magic he pulled something disturbing from his bomber jacket. It was a pair of neon pink lingerie, it looked hideous, but imagine how bad it would look on Austria, whose face had gone as pale as a bedsheet.

"Hungary!" He blurted out without a second thought. It didn't surprise me one bit, the two go along so well and had lived together for so long it was more of a surprise why they had not gotten together already.

Hungary herself blushed something shocking and switched places with me so she could sit next to him and a few moments later America span the bottle again. Once again it felt like an eternity but eventually the bottle came to a halt pointing at Germany, who now looked like he was going to feint.

"Mein got, ziss von't end vell." He mumbled and he looked to America who was to ask the question.

"Alright Germany! Truth or dare dude?" the light glinted off his glasses like a game show host.

Germany looked like he was tossing between either choice, but after a few seconds he let out a decisive grunt followed by "Dare".

"Yes! Okay Germany dude, I dare you to kiss Italy!" shouted Alfred.

My dad shouted from over the room, he was standing with Belgium for some reason. "Which Italy Bastardo?" he asked bluntly.

America seemed to ignore his question though and stared at Germany, waiting to see whether he would chicken out. Germany turned to Italy who was next to him and he grabbed him by the collar. "Oh vat ze hell!" he exclaimed and snogged Uncle Feli, making quite a few of us, including me, blush.

This kiss lasted a little longer it should have and America, easily bored as he was, wanted to change the subject. "Alright Dudes and Dudettes, it's time for a brief break with some karaoke!"

Everyone was seated in front of the TV America had set up and two microphones sat on the floor in front of it. I didn't really want to sing, but it would probably be better than any of the dares anyone could come up with. The strange thing was, no one wanted to sing, except for America but he refused to go first!

Then and there my hand shot up and almost instantly America was next to me. "Alright Christina!" he grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me over to one of the mics. "Okay, so is it gonna be a solo or a duet?" America quizzed the almost shy bunch sitting in front of him.

Once again the silence was that bad that if a dustbowl rolled past I don't think anyone would have even batted an eyelid. "Oh, so it's a solo! Let's get this party started then!" he exclaimed and set it to a random song.

I saw the names of various songs flicker and roll past on the screen until it finally settled on a song: Rick Astley – Never Gonna Give You Up. I couldn't resist a laugh "2006 called, it wants its punch line back!" I exclaim before rolling my neck, ready to sing.

I'm not gonna describe my singing experience, for the best of everyone. Other than myself I think two others took a turn to sing. Surprisingly the first was England, he got: It's a small world after all. Much to the dismay of everyone else, Arthur's singing was brilliant though.

The second to sing was Belgium, mother of pearl did she know how to sing. The first thing she did was take the band out of her hair, letting it flow down her back and flicked it a little. Then she stood in front of the screen, waiting for her song to show itself.

It did not take long, far less than mine, or maybe it was the same time, it felt like longer for me. Anyway, her song came up and you'd never guess what it was: Tiny Glowing Screens by Watsky. (Look it up, he does great music! Channel name is GWatsky, his real name is George Watsky)

Now I've heard good singing but hers surpassed that by a mile, it was like a chorus of angels with a symphony of strings and it was clear that I was not the only one enjoying her singing. Papa Romano sat there mesmerized and blushing, I guess there's something going on between those two.

After that brief interlude we had a few snacks and I had a few glasses of Orange Juice, thank god, I was starting to think I'd pass out from lack of it, because as I have mentioned before and I will mention again, it's my life fuel (Not literally of course).

Okay, now that everyone had a few drinks, aside from me of course, we continued with our game of spin the bottle. I'll say this, I'm not looking forward to it, since everyone is a few steps closer to drunk then the dares and questions will certainly be more unusual and possibly erotic; let's hope it doesn't go that far…