((((Before we get started this one had very little mentions of FrUK, and if you're in it for the Fluff then this isn't the drabble for you, just wait for the next one. It's more for me to mess around and have a little fun with the characters, so if you're not into that, give this one a miss and wait for our regularly scheduled programming))))
Hiya, so I honestly don't know what's going on in this one, and I'm pretty sure it's gonna end up being long enough for a one-shot of its own, but ho hum.
Anyway, this is set at Artie and Franny's engagement party, hence why everyone is there. This first bit ended up being very NedCan-ish so sorry if you're not into that sort of thing, I was in a NedCan-ish kinda mood. I don't think I have anything else to say so...
Enjoy ;)
"What are we? Fifteen?" Francis asked, raising an eyebrow at the circle of adults in their twenties that sat on the floor around an empty vodka bottle.
"Dude!" Alfred cheered, "C'mon, you know you love a good ol' game o' truth or dare!"
"Scared froggy?" Arthur added, a gleam in his eye that only appeared once he'd loosened up with sufficient quantities of alcohol -he was also rather certain he'd seen him steal one of the suspicious brownies that 'The Tomato Gang' had brought with them, but that was neither here nor there.
Francis frowned but sat down beside Arthur regardless, taking a sip of his wine and pressing a quick -but sloppy, thanks to Arthur- kiss to his fiancé's lips as he did so.
"Great, it's a pretty regular set up, someone spins the bottle and they do a truth or dare for them, the person who gives the truth or dare has to take a shot of that wicked shit that Ivan brought with him." Alfred winked at the giant pale-haired man, making him giggle, and stifle a snort in his scarf.
"Here's the rules," Gilbert said, pointing his bottle of beer at Francis, "The dares have to be legal and non-lethal." Francis raised an eyebrow, but let him continue, "If you think the dare is impossible then you can challenge whoever dared you, but if they succeed you have to take three shots of..." he gestured to Alfred who was holding up a bottle full of clear liquid that looked like vodka, and he would have thought it was too, if it weren't for the words 'Genuine Moonshine' scrawled across the bottle in a print that he could only assume meant to mimic those of the old west. "The wicked shit Alfred brought with him."
"Feast your eyes on what 95% alcohol looks like!" Alfred said, setting the bottle in the centre of the circle beside the empty bottle, "And hope you never have to find out how it tastes."
"Truths have to be answered honestly, if we catch you in a lie then it's three shots of moonshine," Gilbert continued, "The last person to receive a truth or a dare spins the bottle next and gives whoever it lands on the truth or dare, got it?"
A chorus in the affirmative signalled the start of the game.
"Why don't one of the lucky grooms to be spin the bottle first?" Jett chuckled, taking a swig from his beer.
"Francis should," Arthur said lazily, smirking up at Francis from his place in the man's lap that he'd slowly slipped into through the explanation of the rules, "He's nowhere near drunk enough yet."
"D'accord," He sighed and reached for the bottle, spinning it with a flick of his wrist, and taking the shot that was handed to him with another.
"Okay Franny," Elizabeta grinned when the bottle landed on her, "Ask me anything."
"Truth then..." Francis said, pausing for a moment to consider, "Who has the bigger penis, Roderich or Gilbert?"
There wasn't a moment's hesitation before she said "Roddy."
The "Hey!" that came from Gilbert in response, and the smug smile that bloomed on Roderich's lips were enough to make the entire circle chuckle.
"I can't lie, Gil." Elizabeta shrugged.
"And if she'd said you we all know she'd have been caught in the lie."
"Whatever, just spin the stupid bottle."
The circle laughed as Gilbert crossed his arms over his chest childishly, watching the bottle spin and the shot spill down Elizabeta's throat.
"Matthew," she smiled, "Truth or dare?"
Matthew considered this for a moment, "Dare."
Elizabeta smirked widely, "Okay," she said wickedly, "I dare you to pour chocolate sauce on..." she glanced around for a moment, as if selecting a target, "Gi...I...Jan's, Jan's stomach, and lick it off."
"We don't have any chocolate sauce." Francis frowned, making Elizabeta's face fall until Matthew waved his hand in dismissal, getting up from the circle.
"I was going to suggest something else anyway." He said, reaching into his bag and pulling out a small bottle.
"What's that?" Alfred asked.
"Maple syrup." Matthew said, kneeling in front of Jan, "Lift up your shirt then, we don't have all day." He smirked at Jan's wide eyes, gesturing with his index finger for him to lay back.
Jan did so, pulling his shirt up to reveal his stomach and taking a deep breath in, "Make it quick," he said tensely.
"What's wrong Jan?" Matthew asked innocently, dribbling a line of syrup from where his ribs ended to where his jeans began.
"He's straight as a fucking rainbow, that's what's wrong." Lovino said, rolling his eyes.
Matthew just smirked and lowered his head to suck at the syrup at the top of his stomach, making Jan bite his lip as Matthew made a series of long sucks a little further down his body, "That's not quick."
"Maple syrup is made to be savoured," Matthew replied simply, running his tongue a little lower.
"What's the matter bro?" Emma asked amusedly, leaning over the rapidly reddening face of her brother.
He opened his mouth to respond, but as he did, Matthew let his tongue dip into the pool of syrup in his belly-button, and he was forced to shut it quickly, chewing on his lower lip.
"Matthew," Arthur said, with a raised eyebrow, "Do you have to tease the man quite so much?"
Matthew chuckled, making a noise in the affirmative as he cleaned the last of the syrup from Jan's bellybutton and moved a little lower, "These abs aren't to be wasted." he said quickly, making Jan's face enter a new shade of red that probably wasn't safe for his health.
"He says he's straight," said Alfred with a frown, "But then he goes and does stuff like this when he's drunk."
"When do I ever claim to be straight?" Matthew asked bemusedly through the skin of Jan's taught stomach. Alfred opened his mouth to answer but Matthew cut him off, "And if you're talking about in front of my Mom and Dad then that's completely null."
"How so?"
"Because there's no way they'd let a dick anywhere near their 'precious baby boy's ass. It's easier to let them think I'm the one doing the fucking, if at all." Matthew sat up, having cleaned the last of Jan's stomach, licking at his sticky fingers, "That was fun," he said, as Jan desperately tried to pull himself together and calm his heated... everywhere, "We should do it again sometime."
Jan choked a little, and Alfred cuffed Matthew around the side of the head, "Dude, I don't wanna know!"
Matthew laughed, returning to his place and reaching for the bottle, winking at Jan as he took his shot, making Elizabeta make a strangled noise that she'd apparently been holding in through the entire ordeal.
"Jett," he said, "Truth or dare?"
Part two, the other half, the ultimate conclusion...
Yeah... so there are (Large) hints of SpUK in this chapter, because I like the pairing a little bit sue me...
So the list of Attendees is as follows: Arthur and Francis, 'Amerinadian Gaming' (Matthew and Alfred), Jett (who left his channel with his friend from New Zealand for his week of absence, something he would later regret), 'The Tomato Gang' (Antonio, Emma, Lovino, and Jan), The 'DasGilbird' Crew (Gilbert, Elizabeta and Roderich, Ludwig didn't come because he didn't want to leave the dogs), Ivan (From a channel called 'InMotherRussia' whom Arthur and Francis met during a feud with The 'DasGilbird' Crew, and invited simply because he was in the area at the time) and... I think that's it... cool beans. I didn't use these characters as much as I wanted to, with such a large and, quite frankly, ambitious cast, it was hard, as you can probably tell, to use them all and characterize them well when I did. I did my best anyhow...
Enjoy ;)
"Jett," he said, "Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
Matthew sat back on his hands for a moment while he thought, "I dare you to put on a corset, panties, and stockings and wear them for the rest of the game."
"Where am I supposed to ge-" Jett began, but was quickly cut off but Francis jumping up and racing toward his and Arthur's bedroom.
"I have some!" he yelled as he disappeared inside.
"Why do you have a corset, panties, and stockings?" Gilbert asked, raising an eyebrow at Arthur.
Arthur waved him off, "You can ask me again if I pick truth." He said, swigging from his beer.
About a minute later, Francis returned, a smirk on his face and a ridiculous amount of lace in his hands. "Now, you have three choices," he grinned at the horrified look on Jett's face, "You can strip out here and I can dress you, you can strip in the bathroom and I can dress you, or you can make Matthew do it, take three shots of moonshine and forever be known as the guy who was too scared to put on a pair of panties."
Jett grumbled and stood, stalking toward the bathroom.
"We'll be out momentarily."
When they returned, Jett sat back in his seat irritably, covering as much of himself and the underwear as possible, scowling at Matthew who had a pleased smirk on his face, "Are you happy now?"
"Yes, actually." He replied, with an appraising glance and a widened smirk.
"Jesus Mattie!" Alfred groaned, "When did you get so gay?"
"I've always been this gay." Matthew replied nonchalantly, "You're just too wrapped up in your own little bubble of heterosexuality that you didn't notice."
"I don't-!"
"Enough!" Gilbert groaned, "Just spin the fucking bottle."
Jett spun the bottle and took his shot, grabbing his beer and chugging the rest of it, "Okay Antonio," he said when the bottle stopped, "Truth or dare?"
Antonio, who thus far had been uncharacteristically quiet, looked up, "Uh," he said, hesitating for a moment, "Dare."
"Ok, I dare you to... Take off your shirt and let each of us write something on your body."
Antonio frowned, but was ultimately relieved that he wouldn't be forced to do anything awkwardly sexual, so he tugged his shirt up over his head, "Ok, do your worst..."
Five minutes and plenty of giggling later, he was covered in a collage of messages ranging from crudely drawn penises to an 'enter here' written on his lower back with an arrow pointing down.
"Leave your shirt off," Emma said with a chuckle, "I haven't a chance to read them all yet."
Antonio shrugged, "Ok, but I would quite like to know what Kirkland wrote."
Arthur narrowed his eyes scathingly, "Don't trust me Anthony?"
"Not as far as I could throw you." Antonio replied, his lip curling.
"Boys." Francis warned, glaring at both of them.
Antonio turned his head away with a huff, reached for the bottle in the centre and spun it, holding out a hand for his shot. He gulped it down, and waited for it to stop spinning, he grinned maliciously when it did.
"Arthur," he said, "Truth or dare?"
Arthur hesitated for a moment, "Dare..." he said hesitantly, because there was no way he was letting Antonio of all people free reign over his deepest secrets.
Antonio smirked, "I dare you to drink three shots of moonshine."
Arthur's eyes widened for a moment, before he came upon a realization, "I challenge the dare." He said, with a vicious smirk, "If I'm going down, you're going down with me."
Two minutes later they were sat at opposite sides of the dining table, each with three shot glasses in front of them.
"Ready?" asked Gilbert, waving the bottle in front of them.
A snapped "Yes!" from both men was enough to get him to continue.
"So how long exactly has this little dick-measuring contest between them been going on?" Alfred whispered, nudging Francis in the side to catch his attention.
Francis looked at him for a short moment before seemingly deciding that it couldn't do any harm to tell him, "You know that Arthur is friends with his brother, right?"
"Yeah, they've got a serious bromance going on."
"Well," Francis whispered, as Gilbert poured an equal amount of Moonshine into each shot glass. "Arthur went to visit Gabriel one year -Arthur was seventeen and Toni would have been nineteen- and they got really competitive over him, and of course Gabriel thought they were being stupid, because they were... Anyway, he locked them both in a room and told them to grow up and sort it out. No one but them is entirely sure what happened in there, but ever since they've pretty much refused to talk to one another."
"Really?"
Francis was about to reply when he was interrupted by a countdown of "Three! Two! One! Drink!" and the two men downed the first shot.
They both started coughing, "Jesus bloody Christ almighty!" Arthur choked, while Antonio swore to himself in Spanish.
"That's 190 proof Moonshine for you guys." Alfred laughed.
"That's made of corn?" Antonio winced.
"Yup."
"And we have to drink two more shots of that?"
"Yup."
They both turned back to the remaining shots, their faces hardening. "You ready?" Arthur asked.
Antonio nodded, "Tres, dos, uno, beber!"
Both of them downed their shot, wincing, but managing to get away without the coughing fit of last time.
Arthur grimaced, "This stuff is awful, it's like corn flavoured death."
"It's designed to get you drunk, not taste good."
"I can tell!"
"Last one," Antonio said, shaking his head a little and reaching for the final shot, "Estás listo, hijo de mil putas?"
Arthur glared at him for a moment before deciding it wasn't worth the trouble of asking him to translate whatever he had said. "Let's just get this over with."
"Three."
"Dos."
"One."
They didn't wait this time, just downed the liquor.
Neither of them remember anything after that, but they are both assured that they were extremely cute when passed out together on the sofa, and that neither Emma or Francis mind that they once had wild sex when locked in a room together and were too embarrassed to face each other afterwards.
Tres, dos, uno, beber! - Three, two, one, drink!
Estás listo, hijo de mil putas? - Are you ready, son of a thousand bitches?
(Okay, I'm going to be honest with you, I included this phrase because I find it absolutely hilarious. It's like, "You son of a bitch!" "Yeah, well, you're the son of a THOUSAND bitches! How does that feel?" I don't know, I just thought it amusing)
Think that's all for translations, again, if it's shitty, tell me and I'll change them.