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I haven't played Mortal Kombat in AGES so forgive my bull shitting on the game play.
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Kiku hadn't been too eager to attend this sleepover Alfred was having at first. It was mostly due to the fact that Simon was spreading the word about it like a second-passed rumor and Alfred and Arthur sped out the room pretty quickly to avoid everyone else.
He had declined when Yong So and Mei questioned if he was going to attend. After all, they did have school the next morning. He couldn't afford another absence. All he requested kindly from Yao –who appeared to be just as upset about his departure— was that when they stopped by the Academy for Mei to pick up her stuff, that they simply drop him off.
However, his plans to stay at his dorm were faltered when Heracles stated he'd like it if the raven haired boy would stay, because a sleepover would be nice. Of course, this made him change his mind.
The Japanese boy didn't know why, but he felt compelled to stay near the Greek. The nation of Greece… He was very kind and soft spoken –Except when around Sadık— like a mystery that was begging Kiku to solve it. He was silently determined to do so as well.
For that, he found himself sitting on his knees in Alfred's game room in-between Alfred and Gilbert with a PS3 controller in hand.
"Tag team! I demand to have Kiku on my team!" Alfred loudly declared pulling Kiku closer to him, beneath his armpit. Kiku squirmed uncomfortably trying to free himself from the other's monster grasp to no avail. "Y-yes," Kiku gasped out attempting to get a breath of air before he was released.
"Whatever! Antonio, you and I have this, don't we?" Gilbert questioned looking over at the Spaniard who laughed while nodding. It seemed that the two of them had a pleasant friendship ongoing. Gilbert stuck his tongue out at Alfred, making the American blow a raspberry. But despite that, it seemed like good-natured teasing.
Kiku could smile at how alike the two seemed.
"I wanna play winner!" Mei stated from her place behind the couch with Xiao. Though Kiku couldn't see them, he was positive the Chinese boy was watching them play the game with stoic indifference. It appeared as though masking his emotions was normal… Mei really liked associating herself with these kinds of people it would seem.
"Women! Who let you out the kitchen?" Gilbert called out while violently pressing buttons on his controller to fight against the hypnotic state Alfred placed him in. "Fuck yeah!" America randomly called out as he paralyzed the Prussian to the ground.
Calmly, Kiku maneuvered his fingers on the controller to perform a combo attack on the Spaniard's character. He heard Spain cry out in disbelief but he persisted in his attack to win the battle.
Mei huffed, "What's the matter? Scared I'll kick your ass?"
Gilbert laughed, if it was because he was amused with the Taiwanese girl or because he managed to bring out a fatality on Alfred, Kiku would never know –not that he cared much either— but he turned back to give Mei a smirk, "The only thing I'm scared about is that you actually think girls can play Mortal Kombat."
The girl crossed her arms with a noise of annoyance, "Forget it. I'm not going to bother arguing with an idiot like you, Gilbert."
"You better not, before I force you to make more sammichs."
Xiao blinked, before exiting the room silently, and as he did, Heracles entered looking rather sleepy.
"No! No! Go to hell Prussia!" Alfred cried out in mortification as both his and Kiku's controller vibrated violently, signaling the American's defeat. When both Antonio and Gilbert began laughing at the sunny haired blonde's downfall, Alfred dropped his head in a sulking manner. With that, Kiku sighed realizing he was pretty much on his own against Antonio and Gilbert. Both mutually began to attack him in a rather sloppy unison.
"Go Kiku go!" Mei and Alfred cheered in excitement when the Japanese boy took down the Spanish nation. Antonio fell on his back, "Ah man! How did I lose?" He whined out softly.
Heracles leaned on the couch watching the whole scene play out in mild interest, "Which one is Kiku?" He softly questioned.
"The one kicking ass!" Alfred leapt to his feet after Kiku managed to fully bring the former Prussian nation to his stomach from a fatality.
Team Fuckin Heroes wins Round 1. The screen lit up brightly along with rather unusual theme music.
Prussia slammed his controller to the floor with a scowl on his face and livid ruby red eyes, "Not awesome!" He sent Alfred a glare when the other began cackling madly, "Fuckin heroes win again! Hahahaha!"
"Serves you right! Asian pride to you damn arrogant Europeans!"
"Shut up!"
"Congrats Kiku." Heracles breathed coming over to sit next to the other boy as the rest of the nations and Mei left the room with commotion around them. Kiku nodded putting his handheld device gently to the floor, "Thank you." He quietly responded.
Though nothing else was said, Heracles put his head on the other's shoulder, instantly making Kiku blush at the close contact. Despite how he'd usually repel such personal space bubbles being invaded, he allowed the Greek close without protest. "Hey, I don't know how to tell you this, but—"
"You like my pajamas? You've said that about eight times, Heracles…" Kiku mumbled before the other could finish. It was no wonder the other complimented the Japanese's boy's choice of sleepwear, seeing as the pants were decorated with numerous cat heads.
"No. Not that," The other denied after a yawn, "I just wanted to say… I can beat you in Mortal Kombat."
"… Is that a challenge?"
"It's a declaration of war."
"I accept it then."
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"No… I'm not going to be at the bunk tonight, sorry 'bout that Kyle… No. It's not a date. No. It's not a party. No I'm not running away. No. No. No. Yes. Um, in my sock drawer. I didn't really need to know that…" Bruce found his nose cringing up in disgust before he pressed the end button on his phone to cut off the line between him and his brother.
Even though he was the older of him, his brother and younger sister, sometimes it felt like Kyle was the more mature one. He certainly was a bit more uptight with what he did than the Aussie figured necessary.
"Everything alright?" Matthew questioned worriedly, his eyes behind the glasses he wore filled with genuine concern. Kumajiro sat unmoving with the Canadian's arms draped around him firmly; he looked up at the Aussie as well, silently. Bruce nodded with a laugh, "Just my brother, bloke's freaking out because I wasn't in school and when he got to our dorm, I wasn't there. Thinks I'm falling off the deep end or something bonkers like that."
"Brother…? Why do I feel like I know him—"
"I got your damn drink, koala bastard." Lovino cut in shoving the water towards the Australian, practically allowing half of the contents to flow over and spill on Bruce's pajama pants in a rather awkward way. Matthew gave a gasp before standing to his feet, "I'll get you something to clean up!" He reassured the brunet before scurrying off.
Feliciano took a seat across the others, with a plate of steaming noodles on his lap he oblivious stuck his fork in it with a blissful smile, "Ve~ I made pasta so if any of you want some, there's a big pot of it left in the kitchen!"
"Burger breath actually has the ingredients for real food here? Tch. I thought the only thing he had here was diabetes sauce and heart attacks on a bun." Grumbling, the Italian crossed his arms and sat next to his brother, not before snatching away the plate of pasta away. "Share!"
Bruce inhaled the scent of the food that now filtered throughout the room after he took a sip from his room temperature water, "Whoa! That smells bonzer! Mind if I get some?" He grinned at the two happily. Feliciano beamed, "Of course I don't mind! But fratello…" He trailed off looking at his twin who continued eating while glaring at Bruce stubbornly.
Lovino forced the last pit of pasta down his throat before he stuck his tongue out, "I already gave you water, now you want my pasta! Stop being lazy and get your own damn food, koala bastard!"
"Actually that's my pasta, Lovi—"
"Shut up!"
Now, Matthew and Antonio entered the room. The blonde Canadian held a towel within his grasp as he walked over to Bruce to hand it to him. "Here you go."
With a smile, he accepted it and began to wipe off his southern regions while Antonio took a seat next to the munching Italian.
"How is everyone enjoying themselves tonight?" Antonio questioned with a happy smile.
"I'm well," Canada quietly responded.
"Same here," Bruce agreed.
"I'm good~! How about you?" Feliciano innocently asked with a bright beam on his face. Antonio let out a breath, "That is good, no? Well, I just so happen to be having a great time. What about you Lovino?" He gazed at the chestnut haired male beside him.
Lovino stopped his chewing momentarily to return the eye-contact the Spaniard was sending him, snorting he rolled his eyes before looking the other way without a word. In between his chews however, it seemed as though he were mumbling something unintelligible to anyone's ears.
"That's nice!" Antonio obliviously exclaimed, making Bruce twitch his eye slightly. "Yeah, I think I'll be going now,"
"Oh! I'll go with you!" Feliciano hyped while standing to his feet. Once both of them exited the room, the Aussie decided to voice his thoughts.
"Is your brother usually that… Well… 'Distant'?" Bruce questioned turning to Feliciano curiously, the Northern Italian nodded, "He's normally worse when he's with Ludwig for some reason though! But with Big Brother Spain, he tends to be less violent, I suppose. It's weird… I wonder why…"
"I wonder too…" Bruce rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
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Mei walked down the hall, Yong So right beside her. The sleepover so far was actually a lot of fun! She was meeting so many new people, and finding out she was actually the reincarnation of a country was actually really fun so far. It was nice to hang out with Yong So, even if most of the time she came close to throttling him for saying the wrong things… Especially when he began bad mouthing Kiku's former self.
"So, back when I was Taiwan, how often did we see each other? I'd think it was often." The brunette questioned the Korean with a blissful smile. Yong So grinned over at her, "Well, since you were always under Aniki's wing, and I was constantly visiting, we saw each other a lot!
While the two began chatting animatedly about themselves, Mei hadn't even noticed that they were passing the front the door. She and Yong So stopped talking as they watched Xiao gaze through the peak hole silently.
Curiously, both Asians stopped to look over at the other. "Xiao? What are you doing?" Mei found herself questioning. The Chinese boy glanced over his shoulder with a blank expression, "Waiting." He answered with simply.
Yong So blinked as he sauntered over to the brunette, "Waiting? Waiting for what?" The Korean boy inquired in bemusement. Xiao said nothing before he opened the front door.
A girl from the meeting, Elizabeta stood in a rather slim fitting nightdress, a black frying pan clutched in her hands. Against the dark night outside, a looming evil and animosity filled aura in circled the wavy haired brunette and Mei felt a feeling of terror enter her stomach, especially considering how terrifying the other appeared.
"Where is that idiot? He's upstairs I bet! That douchebag! Always picking idiotic fights and bullying others about their childhood! Prussia you seggfej! Come out!"
With surprising speed, the Hungarian woman bolted inside the house laughing cruelly. Leaving Yong So, Mei, and Xiao in her dust. The earlier two, more confused than anything.
Xiao looked out the door once more, "Austria's out there… Let's go help him bring in those pizzas…"
"Um… Okay?" Mei started still perplexed at how everything just buzzed past her ear so quickly and it didn't seem as though the other nation was really affected. Stepping outside, barefoot, she flinched at the cold concrete against her skin but carried on.
"Ohh! So Austria really brought pizzas! Great!" Yong So cheered happily while walking down the pavement path. "Still, you had the great idea of asking him to bring them, Xiao! Good thing I inspired you!"
Mei blinked in surprise at learning this, and looked over at Xiao as he stared ahead at the European nation's car silently. "Hey… Elizabeta was going after Gilbert right?" She lowly asked as they approached the vehicle. The glasses wearing Austrian held two boxes of pizza within his hand, "Take the rest out for me… Elizabeta just left me out here. Oh, and Hong Kong, when will China be paying me back for these?"
"He'll have the money to you by the end of this week."
"Right then." Sighing Roderich shook his head before walking towards the door while grumbling on about the Hungarian and Prussian. Some words were said in another language that Mei was pretty positive was German or something similar.
"Hey! You called them here!" Mei snapped her fingers in realization, Yong So held some boxes in his hands while he made a noise of acknowledgement, "Well, actually… I helped!" He went ignored as Xiao shrugged his shoulders,
"Yes…"
"Awww! Xiao! You're so sweet!" Mei threw her pizza boxes on top of Yong So's stack in order to give the Chinese boy a hug, however in the process she made his boxes go flying to the floor, "You called Elizabeta all the way over here to beat the crap out of Gilbert and you got us pizzas! I love you for that!" She hyped excitedly while snuggling her face into the crook of his neck.
Xiao stiffened from the hug and Mei felt his skin warm rapidly. The Asian boy shifted uncomfortably, "I-it was nothing." He denied flatly as the Taiwanese girl looked up at his face with a pleasant smile. "You're awesome!" She insisted heavily with a grin.
"Hey! I inspired him! I deserve a hug too!"
"Oh, alright! Just get the pizzas inside and then you get your hug!"
"Aww! No fair!"
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Arthur couldn't believe America was actually hosting a sleepover.
Ever since the night began, he had been practically repelled from escaping to his room by some weird occurrence every time he attempted an escape.
For the moment, he was simply standing with Chelsey in the kitchen while he sipped at some ice tea he had found deep within America's fridge.
"So, where is Simon? I haven't seen him." Arthur started up. Though he sounded disinterested, he was curious about where the Dane had disappeared too. Chelsey flinched, "When we were at the Academy to get our clothes and stuff, him and Lukas… I think his nation is Norway? Well, anyways, Lukas started beating him up because he said Simon was an idiot for forgetting about Iceland…? Or was it Greenland? And yeah, Lukas refused to leave unless they had Iceland or Greenland, or something like that." The brown skinned girl explained vaguely,
Arthur shook his head, "Greenland was once Danish territory, so technically, that'd count for Simon. Must be Iceland they're talking about since it was once an island as well." That meant that Lukas and whoever 'Iceland' was were very close if the silent young man was willing to go as far as to violence to see him. However, the image wasn't able to settle in his head quite right…
"I wonder if Simon knows this Iceland person…" Chelsey quietly hummed tapping her finger against her cheek. Arthur blinked, "Aren't Teitr's parents Icelandic? Or are they Norwegian…? I honestly can't remember." He sighed.
"Wait! Yeah! I think they are! They're from some Nordic country…" Chelsey pursed her lips out in an attempt to think, the expression she wore made her look somewhat ridiculous.
Attempting to hold back a laugh, Arthur smirked but said nothing.
"Pizzas!" America's voice shouted out of the blue nearly making the Briton spill over his cup of iced tea on his own pajamas. "Get 'em while they're hot!" He exclaimed before dropping the dozens of boxes on the island counter.
"Is your screaming necessary?" Arthur dryly asked turning to the bright haired blonde in irritation, "You're going to wake the whole neighborhood with that big mouth of yours."
Sticking his tongue out like the child he was, America had nothing better to retort. "Come on you two are the only ones without pizza anyways!"
"Ahh, I feel lame now." Chelsey blandly stated while opening a box to get herself a slice. "Which kind do you want, Arthur?" She questioned him with a smile. Smiling back, Arthur opened his mouth to answer, but was beaten to the punch,
"He loves cheese pizza. And don't bother getting him one; I already have one for him." America cut in rather curtly. Somehow, he managed to go behind his back and pull out a slice of pizza on a napkin and put it towards Arthur's face.
"Uhm… Thanks?" Arthur said in puzzlement as he accepted the food. He wasn't exactly sure on what to say…
America grinned at him, "No prob! Now come on, everyone's in the sitting room chatting and eating!" The American grasped his free hand before running off through the kitchen doors faster than Arthur could have anticipated.
Everyone was indeed in the sitting room just eating and talking amongst themselves rather nicely. The only unusual thing was that Gilbert appeared to be in some sort of unconscious form in the corner of the room with a huge bump on his head by Elizabeta, Feliciano and Roderich, and none of them seemed concerned about it.
After he and America got a seat on the floor, both of them began eating in silence as well.
"You know what I think we should play?" Francis questioned, his azure eyes danced deviously and gave Arthur a queasy feeling in the pit of stomach that made him want to wretch up the pizza he was consuming. Everyone turned to look at him, stopping their silent-hushed conversations to hear what he had to say, except for America who still sat beside Arthur chewing like an obnoxious cow. Matthew looked over at him curiously, a small stain of red sauce on the corner of his lips. France leaned down to the Canadian's face before prompting licking the spot off,
Though he expected no less from the other, the way his tongue shortly darted out and moved was so suggestive that Arthur felt for the poor blonde boy who was currently blushing redder than the tomato sauce could have ever been. He heard America snort, and when he turned to glance at the American, he found that the other had the same spot on his lip corners. "Get a bib, Mattie." America lowly teased.
Arthur would have told him off and defended Matthew, but to be honest… He wasn't in the mood to have pizza bits flying into his face.
But back to what Francis was getting on about. Truth be told, Arthur wasn't sure if he wanted to know so badly. If the Frenchman was so eager for it to happen, chances were that it wasn't for anyone's benefit but his own. Meaning the possibilities for his ideas were literally endless.
Francis straightened up a bit, his irises looking over everyone within the room in observation like a scanner, he soon put a large smirk on his lips gracefully, "This is a sleepover, no? I do believe traditional sleepover games are in order."
"That's true!" Bruce exclaimed licking his fingers clean of excess sauces from his plate of spaghetti. Arthur felt the need to smack the boy's hands with a spoon for being so messy despite his fork. However, he allowed the random paternal feeling to by-pass.
Antonio seemed overjoyed, "That sounds like fun! Can we go bobbing for tomatoes?" Clapping his hands together, he looked over at the mouthier, Italian brother.
"Shouldn't we be bobbing for apples?" Mei asked, confusion the only thing evident in her tone. Arthur himself had to raise a brow in curiosity, tomatoes…? Why those hybrid-identity-confused-fruit-vegetable-things?
Xiao shrugged when Mei looked over at him for help and everyone around them seemed pretty content with the fact the Spaniard wanted to dive his head in a tank for the usually mushy item. "No! We can bob for any red thing we want! I say tomatoes!" Lovino avidly agreed.
A hand was push up in the air and Yong So gave a hyped up noise, "After that, we can have a model building contest! Whoever builds the best machine from scratch wins!" He appeared ready to do just that, "Teams of course! I want Mei and—"
The Taiwanese girl wrapped her hands skillfully around the Korean's mouth to keep him from motoring off his mouth once again.
Francis snickered, "As fun as those sound, I have something better in mind." He put one of his hands to his mouth to keep from laughing though he was unsuccessful.
"Just get on with it." Arthur deadpanned, getting fairly impatient with his nonsense. It was annoying how with everything the frog stated, a laugh of mischief escaped him. However, it seemed like other people agreed with him about hurrying up the show.
"Sans doute, don't get your eyebrows tangled from all you're scowling." Francis lightly waved him off, but when everyone erupted with a huge "Get on with it!" He sighed.
With a weak smile, Francis leaned forward, "Truth or Dare but of course!"
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Arthur couldn't believe America was actually hosting a sleepover, where everyone within the place was being forced to play Truth or Dare.
Francis had been clear with the terms, play or get the hell out. So far, the only people that left had been Roderich who openly declared his disgust for such childish games, and with him, Elizabeta followed after him, dragging Gilbert with the end of her frying pan caught in the albino's collar. Yong So, soon left as well when it became clear that Mei wasn't afraid to use violence to silence him, and Kiku and Xiao showed no emotion to his strange… Strange attention seeking advances. Arthur had to give the guy credit for being so persistent.
Lovino expressed his desire to leave because he was not interested in playing, but his ride to the place was with Antonio and his brother who showed no signs of wanting to leave. Arthur himself wanted terribly to just go away and stay locked up in his room, but it became obvious that there was no escape when Francis locked them all inside of a rather large and vacant room in America's house.
"It's a spare room that I never was able to put a bed in… I have like a dozen others and this is so far from the other rooms, I didn't really put furniture in it." America explained after being questioned by Chelsey with a grin.
Arthur rolled his eyes before taking a seat beside Xiao. A circle was formed on the carpeted floor where next to Xiao was Mei, then Kiku, Heracles, Antonio, Lovino, Feliciano, Bruce, Chelsey, Matthew, Francis, and then finally, America was seated next to him.
"Who wants to start?" Feliciano asked happily. Arthur resisted the urge to let out a sigh at the Italian's oblivious nature. He was positive that throughout this game, he'd stick to picking Truth the whole time. It was clear Francis would dare him into doing something stupid or disgusting. His eyes trailed over to America who sat humming tunelessly, nothing but a blissful air hung around him.
A bit irritated at how the taller blonde was allowing things to go on, despite it being his house, Arthur found himself tapping the American's hand before beckoning him to come closer for him to whisper. The game already started with Francis spinning his horrible wine empty wine bottle…
"Hm?" America blinked his eyes once before turning to his companion curiously, leaning over he put his ear close to hear what the other had to say.
"Okay! Mei… Truth or Dare?"
"What's the point in even asking? Dare obviously!"
Ignoring the current game, Arthur cleared his throat promptly, "This is your house… Why are you letting the snail-obsessed-mime take things over?" He lowly inquired. America shrugged his shoulders, "I'm never had a sleepover like this. He seems to know what he's doing, so why not? This is pretty fun, I think." Both turned their eyes back to the game where Mei was currently tickling the bottom of Bruce's feet.
The Aussie was in pure hysterics and tears soon streamed down his eyes from the laughter before the Taiwanese girl stopped and got to her feet triumphantly.
Turning back to the conversation, Arthur shook his head, "Some hero you are! Take control of situations would you? This game is ridiculous!"
"Hey! I'm a great hero!"
"Like bloody hell you are! If I could list the things you do wrong…" Gritting his teeth in frustration, Arthur's green eyes glared into America's own in fresh irritation. America's eyes didn't return the animosity, but instead looked rather amused. "The list would be non-existent." He retorted smoothly.
"Matthew! I dare you to do a handstand with one hand for ten seconds!"
"Um okay…"
"Non-existent my ass. You know something? You're very arrogant. Heroes aren't arrogant."
"What's up with your short sentences?"
"Don't try and change the subject, twat!"
"Why are you hush-shouting? Calm down!"
"Don't tell me to calm down!"
"I just did!"
"It's a rhetorical statement!"
"Hmph! Whatever!"
Inwardly cursing, Arthur turned his face away from America's and toward everyone else in the room that were currently staring at them knowingly. Arthur felt his face turn red, but he straightened himself up and said nothing.
From there, the game carried on smoothly. Arthur, fortunately never had the chance to be picked. Though it came close, everyone had decided it had been closer to Xiao and the Asian boy had been forced to do a dare that required him to look up Mei's nightdress.
"Alfred, your turn!" Matthew spoke attempting to bring his brother out of his daydream trance once the bottle landed on him. Arthur had to admit he was terrified the bottle was going to hit him one of these turns…
America dusted off his shirt, "Dare. 'K thanks." He confidently nodded while looking at his brother, "Come at me with your worse, bro." He insisted with a smirk that signaled he was unafraid of anything his brother could come up with.
However, Matthew blinked while shaking his head, "No… Francis spun the bottle; he's going to give you your dare."
Arthur bit his bottom lip, attempting to keep down a bark of laughter as he watched America's face falter in horror, but he tried to rebuild back a strong front. He would have felt a small pity for him, but his grudge from their earlier argument was still in mind. He didn't care much, just so long as he wasn't involved with whatever he had to do.
"Hah. No worries my dear Amérique… My dare for you is simple." He smiled rather deviously in a way that suddenly made Arthur's heart reach out to sympathize with America in regards to whatever he had to do. Francis had already made Antonio kiss Lovino –though the dare was a simple kiss, Lovino became angry and demanded it be on the cheek only— he made Heracles use his hand to trail up Kiku's shirt for 30 seconds, just feeling his stomach and chest, and when it hit Chelsey, he attempted to make her strip. Lucky for her, everyone disagreed sharply, claiming he was taking things a bit too far.
"What is it? I'm not scared! I'll do anything!" America confidently spat out with a grin.
Francis' eyes looked at the sunny haired boy with such amusement, that a parent held over their kids on Christmas morning… But then, suddenly, his eyes flashed to Arthur extremely quickly, but not too quickly that he hadn't noticed…
It made Arthur's stomach flip in paranoia. Shit. He really hoped this wasn't going where he thought it was… He really, really hoped this wasn't going to involve him.
"I dare you and Arthur over there to hug,"
Arthur released a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. A simple hug? He could manage, just so long as it wasn't too personal… He was slightly upset that he was getting involved in another person's dare, but it could be worse.
"Naked."
"WHAT?"
Before he could stop himself, he leapt over America's lap and wrapped his hands around Francis' neck. Unprepared for the Briton's offense, the French nation gagged a bit before returning the notion just as violently. "I will do no such thing, frog!" Arthur managed to gasp out as he and Francis fought for dominance over their choking session. Though Francis seemed strong, Arthur attempted to overpower him… Which was fairly difficult.
What the hell was with these nations and their absurd strength anyways?
"Your sexual tensions lick at my heart like a passionate summer fire! It would be a crime to sit back and not allow any progress to go on!" Whatever the hell that meant was unknown to Arthur as he and Francis began rolling on the floor into the circle. He felt his back roll over the wine bottle before they were tumbling back towards America.
"Shouldn't someone stop them…?" Chelsey asked lowly as Arthur and Francis entered a stalemate.
Bruce gave a nod of agreement, looking at the two in concern. "Someone might get hurt…" He murmured with rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"Ve~ They always used to fight like this! It's fine!" Feliciano chirped innocently while stretching his arms with a yawn. "Even if they didn't, should you really care?" Lovino deadpanned. His eyes watched the two with disinterest. "You should be more concerned with the fact the wine idiot was going to make us witness stuff we honestly don't want to see." He glared over at America, and at that instant all eyes turned to the blonde nation who was watching France gain the upper hand on Arthur, by landing on top of him, a rather sour expression covering his features.
America scoffed, "Chill you guys! I wasn't even going to do the dare! Too many people watching." With pursed lips he looked back over at the two fighting blondes with annoyance written on his face.
Kiku blinked his eyes, observing the American knowingly. Tilting his head to the side, it took him several seconds to decipher the reason for super power's sudden attitude change, "Even so, someone should really stop them before it turns serious."
Heracles also opened his mouth to let out a yawn of sleepiness, "Game getting boring… I'm sleepy…" He mumbled out tiredly before extending his legs out on the floor and allowing his head to rest in the raven haired boy's lap. Kiku's face flushed slightly, but he smiled and began petting the other man's hair.
"Yeah, the game is getting boring… We should do something else." Mei piped in. Chelsey rocked her head back, "I'm getting sleepy too… What time is it anyways?"
"About ten or so." Antonio answered,
Whining a bit, Mei threw her hands in the air, "No! Sleepovers do not end so early!" While waving her limbs in exaggeration, she accidently hit the Chinese boy who sat closest to her in the side of the head. His eyes remained as blank as ever, though both of the Taiwanese girl's hands flew to her mouth as she looked at him shock. "Oh my god! I'm sorry Xiao!" She apologized instantly. Xiao shrugged his shoulders, a bump slowly rising from his head from the blow. "A-ah! Let me get you some ice! I'm so sorry! I'm so stupid!" Mei cried taking one of his hands before getting up and rushing out the room.
"Mei is right though…" Feliciano agreed after the couple darted out. "We can't let this sleepover end so early… We all have to stay up!"
Lovino snorted, "Don't sleepovers have some sort of rule, where the first person that falls asleep, the group takes their underwear off and puts it in the freezer?" His voice was flat and overwhelmed with sarcasm.
However, Francis seemed to have heard it and abandoned his fight with Arthur almost immediately with shining eyes. "That sounds like a wonderful idea! It should keep us all motivated to stay awake, no?" He laughed out merrily.
The pony-tailed girl gave him a disgruntled look, "Well, don't go picking us out so suddenly. With the look of things, we're all going to be falling asleep because we have nothing to do."
"I brought several movies if you all wish to see them…" Kiku quietly offered, his eyes set on the floor meekly. America perked up almost immediately, "Movies? Are they scary?" He questioned, almost cautiously. His eyes rimmed with excitement as he awaited the other's answer.
"Yes."
"Romano, Spain, both of you get as many sheets and pillows to the living room as you can! Bruce and Italy, start popping popcorn for the lot of us! Kiku and Greece, go get the scariest movie you have from the collection! France, Mattie, and Chelsey, you three can go out to buy us some more sodas! Ready? Break! Operation Movie Marathon is a go, people!"
Arthur rubbed his head while getting off the floor. Everyone filed out the room slower than he thought they would, especially when compared to how excitable the American had been.
"What exactly are you going to be doing?" He found himself asking the taller young man. America turned to him with a smile, "Same thing as you… Finishing our dare."
Arthur's eyes nearly popped out his head while he looked at the American in pure and total disbelief and shock, he sputtered out inaudible words, unable to find anything to say.
"Y-you aren't serious are you?" Arthur cautiously questioned with a nervous laugh, he watched America sharply while edging to the door, prepared to make a mad dash towards it at any second.
America shrugged, "It's just a dare. Heroes don't back down from dares."
"B-but—!"
"Are you implying something…? Do you think I'm fat? Because if you do, I—"
"No! I don't think your fat!" Arthur looked down to the floor and blushed red, "Jesus bloody Christ, I am not doing that damn dare. Strip and hug a pillow for all I care! I'm not… That's just…"
"Is it because I'm not good looking enough?"
"No! You're great! It's just… Oh lord this is embarrassing…" Arthur huffed out. Running out the door seemed like a better idea the more he thought about it now… However America sighed, "Okay, okay. Stripping isn't necessary. But can't we at least hug? It'll be at least half of the dare finished."
Arthur looked over at the blonde who seemed to have a pout on his lips.
A hug… Just a normal hug. It shouldn't be anything…
"Fine. But don't try anything—"
Before he could finish his sentence he felt his body become incased in sudden warmth. Arms wrapped themselves around his back tenderly, and Arthur immediately felt himself relax. America's breath was deep and even and Arthur found himself gradually returning the hug. Feelings of nostalgia over took his senses. It was like experiencing an overwhelming sense of déjà vu.
"England..."
"America…"
"Ameri…ca…" Arthur slowly breathed into the other's pajamas.
Unlike what he expected, the other male pulled away, but before he did he allowed himself to give Arthur a swift, chaste kiss on the forehead before he went sprinting out the room silently.
Even though everything happened incredibly fast, Arthur had no clue as to why tears had begun streaming down his face in the end of all that.
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That kiss to his forehead never once left Arthur's head the whole night. He couldn't forget it even when the scary-movie-athon commenced. He sat on the floor, his companions being only a pillow and a cup of soda that threatened to leave his hands every time everyone within the room gave a terrifying shout from the film.
Honestly, this country's movies were horrible. How could anyone find terror in such cheap and obvious acting and effects?
Behind him, curled up on the couch, quivering in fear, sat Feliciano, Lovino and America. All three hugged each other tightly beneath a blanket while they watched the movie in sheer terror. Next to them, Bruce sat with his popcorn bowl in his lap with wide eyes.
Beside him, Matthew hung close to Francis silently. Every time something frightening occurred, the Canadian would throw his arms around the Frenchman's neck in fear with a sudden cry. In front of them, Taiwan and Chelsey laid down on several pillows. Both girls shrieked in horror whenever something 'scary' happened on the big screen.
Xiao had long left to go to the bathroom, but it seemed he hadn't returned yet, and Kiku, Heracles, and Antonio seemed to be the only sensible ones, and watched the movie patiently and only seemed slightly startled or disturbed by its contents.
Arthur couldn't concentrate as the final girl in the film gave a blood-curling scream and the credits rolled along with the sound of blood being splattered.
America kissed him on the forehead. Why? America wanted a hug from him. Why? America was suddenly very confusing. Why?
It didn't seem as though America even liked him at first. So why was he being nice out of the blue like that? It made no sense really…
"Oh man, that nearly made me shit bricks…" Bruce laughed wholeheartedly as Xiao returned and put on the lights. Everyone began stretching and feeling around to shake off their anxiety.
Heracles yawned, "Pretty good… I liked when the boy got buried alive."
"Didn't that boy resemble Sadik?" Kiku questioned curiously,
The Greek boy put a small smile on his face but said nothing.
"What time is now?" Lovino asked letting go of America and stretching his arms out. Antonio put away his phone after checking it, "It's half past three… Pretty good time to sleep, I'd say."
Francis perked up, "Remember, first person to sleep gets their—"
"Fuck that shit. I'm tired." Arthur hissed while cracking his neck, "Touch me and die." He darkly leered at the blonde man who laughed.
"Same here… I'm too sleepy to bother with that." Matthew moaned.
America blinked, "Well, everyone can just take whatever guest room they want I guess. And I don't want to wake up with someone's boxers or panty's in my freezer, Francis… So don't even try." He sent a wary look at the Frenchman who smirked but nodded.
"C-can we share rooms?" Chelsey shakily questioned as everyone begun walking out the room. America shrugged, "Keep your sex noise to a minimum, I suppose."
"Okay! Bruce! Room buddy!" She declared grabbing hold of the Aussie who blinked obliviously.
Mei quivered in fear, "That movie made me scared! Ahh, sleep in my room Xiao? Please!" She pulled on the Chinese boy's sleeve. He shrugged his shoulders despite the slight red on his face.
"L-Lovino… P-please s-sleep with—"
"Hell no!"
"Vee! The murderers, demons, and ghosts will get me though!"
"You're Catholic! Exorcist the bastards!"
"Don't worry, Feli! I'll sleep with you!"
"… I'll sleep with you guys. Don't touch my brother, you tomato bastard."
Arthur could only snort while he exited. Were they seriously afraid of a few stupid movies? How immature. But whatever, he wasn't going to lose sleep because of them.
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It was raining. Hard. The air smelt of salt and tense atmosphere. Arthur could hardly see past his flattened blonde locks. A gun, no… A musket he believed they were called, was within his tight grasp.
"England. I am no longer your colony or little brother."
A familiar voice called over to him against the precipitation. Ahead of him, a young man—America it would seem— stood strongly with a musket pointed directly at him, his expression the most serious Arthur felt he'd ever see it. Behind him, a large force stood at the ready.
Arthur felt his fingers clench around the musket tighter.
Why was America pointing that him? Arthur felt his insides panic a bit. Was America going to shoot him? What did he do? Was he going to die? He remembered hearing if you die in a dream, you die in reality.
"I want you to acknowledge it. I choose my freedom over you." Cold words were thrust at him. And Arthur's body trembled a bit with each harsh word that flew out the other nation's mouth.
"No!"
Tears began to cloud Arthur's vision, and he knew for a fact in his heart they were tears, and not water droplets that fell from the sky. He found his feet taking off forward with his musket out in the offense. America wasn't prepared for this, and when Arthur swung his weapon at the others, America's own musket was sent soaring out his of hands.
Why was this happening…? Why were England and America fighting? So seriously? Were they out to kill each other one another? Arthur at this moment just wanted to end the dream-past-reenactment, or at least have the power to remove the musket from America's sorrow-filled face.
Arthur felt his fingers twitched at the trigger. He prayed that his hands would move. He didn't want to shoot and end another nation's life like that.
His mouth opened once more, "You idiot…"
And suddenly, Arthur's body jerked up from his bed in shock.
"Whoa, dude! Chill out! It's just me!"
With a grunt, Arthur reached over to the lamp beside the bed head, and turned it on to illuminate the room. America kneeled down in the bed beside him with a sheepish smile on his face. The Briton rubbed his neck in irritation, "What the hell are you doing?" He questioned hoarsely while wiping a bit of cold sweat off his brow.
His stomach lurched at the sight of America's sullen expression, "Well… I got scared. Okay?"
"Scared?" Arthur blinked, now beginning to adjust to the light change.
The nation nodded his head, "Ghosts are in my room. I swear. Everyone else is sharing a room but you! Chelsey and Bruce, Mattie and Francis, Mei and Xiao, Kiku and Heracles—"
"Ghosts are not in your room!"
"Shut up! What do you know?" America demanded, "They're there I tell you! But please, please, please let me stay! Pretty please with fish and chips on top?"
"Ew…"
America pouted, "Artie, don't be like that… But seriously, let me stay!"
In annoyance, Arthur clamped his hands over his ears. Honestly, his head was throbbing dully before, but now the blonde in front of him was just making it worse. Taking a second look at him, Arthur felt his heart skip a beat.
America didn't have his glasses on like he did in the dream.
A lump formed in his throat and the sandy haired blonde gaped at the other, "W-what happened to your glasses?" He questioned lowly. America blinked, "Oh… They're in my room. I kinda ran here. I was scared the monsters would get me so I didn't bother grabbing them."
Arthur nodded dumbly. "I see…"
"So… Sleep time! Awesome!" America exclaimed getting his way over the bed to pull the sheet over his body. Arthur flushed and glared, "You twat! Get the hell out! I never said you could sleep here!"
America grinned over at him, "You never said I couldn't sleep here."
Attempting to recall the whole conversation in his head, Arthur gritted his teeth when he realized the other male was correct. "W-whatever! Do what you want… It's not like I actually want you here… Idiot…" Turning off the light and turning to his side, Arthur attempted to distance himself as much as possible from the nation.
"M'kay… Just don't try anything pervy on me…" America yawned tiredly making Arthur twitch in frustration. "I won't even bother to retort." He maturely put the dispute aside.
But with that being said, Arthur found himself clenching the sheets in his hands. America was being stupid again… No surprise there… But what did he truly think of him?
Was it possible that because of that little dream, that America seemed to resent him so much? Did England—he— press the trigger and shoot? If so, what was the extent of England and America's relationship? Were they bitter? But the other dream Arthur had at the G8 meeting, they didn't seem to hate each other per say… It was more like annoyance?
What did England mean to America…?
Arthur rose up from the bed and glanced over at the other male in the bed, "Hey, America…" He softly called out. But his only response was even breathing and a snore. Frowning, Arthur squinted his eyes in the dark to peer down at the sleeping nation. And when he finally got a look, he found himself blushing despite himself.
America's sleeping face was so innocent. His face looked so peaceful and at ease… Arthur couldn't help but sweep a piece of his hair from his face gently. America was so attractive damn it…
No… No…
Arthur bit his bottom lip, shit no… This couldn't be happening…
His heart raced, and he felt himself getting clammy…
"Arthur…" America moaned in his sleep, Arthur's face flushed a bit brighter red in the dark. America was dreaming about him…? What was happening…?
Tossing to his side, the America mumbled some other things undistinguishable to the Briton, "No… England… If you do that France is going to catch us… Aah… Erotic Ambassador…"
At the mention at his previous incarnation, Arthur felt his face corrupt into a scowl. His stomach bubbled up in what seemed to be a feeling he dreaded to feel for the sleeping blonde.
Jealousy.
He had a crush on America. Or at least some sort of attraction to the blonde.
With a sour feeling in his gut, he leaned down to give America a quick kiss on the forehead before he went to lie down on his side of the bed. Closing his eyes and attempting to lower the speed of his heart, Arthur tried to fall asleep once more.
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Extra long chapter because I love you guys lol.