[A/N: Warning! OOCness.]

Lovina was currently laughing her ass off.

The opposing team had scored yet another goal against Madeline's favorite team, causing the Canadian to seethe silently in her seat. The final straw had come when Alice offhandedly noted that the Blackhawks (aka Maddie's obsession) were "bloody awful"; as soon as the words had slipped from her usually antagonistic gullet, the Briton had stiffened, eyes wide in terror as Madeline, too, froze in place. Within a moment's notice, Madeline had tackled the frightened punk to the floor in a tangle of limbs and messy blonde hair.

Suddenly, amidst her cackling, Lovina felt the urge to cuss. This was quickly accompanied by an eerie feeling that she was being watched...Turning around, the Italian nearly screamed in fright.

"Lovi~!" Antonio cooed from the doorway, his grin stretching from ear to ear as Gilbert and Francis watched the two girls wrestling on the floor. "Looks like we're spending the night together!"

Lovina died. She truly did. Her heart was beating so fast she felt like it would suddenly stutter to a halt and fall in on itself before spontaneously combusting into a pile of ash. Her mouth dropped in horror and her face blanched, only to turn an alarming shade of red as her senses quickly returned. Without a moment to spare, the room was suddenly swimming with expletives.

"MOTHER *BEEPER*, GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I *BEEP* YOU IN THE *BEEP* WITH A MOTHER *BEEPING* *BEEP*!" she screeched, effectively earning the attention of Madeline, who at the time resembled a hissing Parisian kitten with its fur standing on end, and Alice, who looked pretty much like the terrified hamster said kitten had hacked back up. The two blondes caught sight of the newcomers and sat in silent calculation. Finally, they registered the presence of the Bad Touch Trio and screamed simultaneously.

Well, Gilbert thought with a grimace as the girls crab-crawled back a few feet, that wasn't exactly the response I was looking for.

"Ah, continue as you were," Francis purred, grinning lecherously as Madeline squeaked a quick, "I'm your cousin!" and Alice spluttered like a fish out of water. Feliciana grinned over her large bowl of pasta, ve'ing at odd points in time as the newcomers inched closer to the girls.

"A-Alfred! What are they doing here?" Madeline demanded in a shaking voice as her brother grinned sheepishly from behind Gilbert, rubbing the back of his head as the trio shot him a, "You better say what we told you to," look.

"Ahahah, hope you don't mind Maddie, but I kind of invited them to, uh, sleepover?" he chuckled nervously, much to the trio's satisfaction. The amount of cursing that exploded in the room then could have easily put Urban Dictionary to shame.

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The hockey game was close to finished, the Blackhawks coming back with a vengeance much to Madeline's extreme pleasure. Gilbert was currently in the kitchen digging out some sodas from the refrigerator as a cacophony of shouts, screams, and curses poured out of the living room. The albino laughed in his throat (a distubing "kesesesese" sound) when a vase full of very familiar Lillies caught his peripheral vision. His delight quickly doubled as he saw that Madeline had carefully placed his flowers in a gorgeous vase and had simply tossed Ivan's sunflower on the counter (though this was mainly due to the fact that the sunflower was too long to put in a vase, but let's not burst Gilbert's bubble). He returned to the living room practically oozing pleasure.

The television had been turned off, the game obviously over, as the gang was gathered in a makeshift circle (the order being Antonio, Lovina, Feliciana, Alfred, Alice, Francis, Madeline, and then an empty seat reserved for Gilbert). The albino tossed out a few drinks before happily plopping down beside the rather exuberant Canadian.

"Kesese, I propose an awesome game of Double Dog. All in favor?" Gilbert bellowed, the sheer volume of his voice in the open living room causing it to echo as though he'd been shouting into a microphone. The boys all raised their hands immediately, Feliciana following suit soon after, ve'ing even as her sister shot a venemous glare in her direction, one that clearly read, "Traitor". "All right! Five to three, majority rules!"

"Yay, I love games!" Feliciana commented airily, before placing a finger on her chin in contemplation. "What's Double Dog, by the way?"

Lovina yanked hard on her sister's ponytail, a vein jutting from her neck in irritation. "Idiota, you voted for a game you don't even know how to play? If I had said, 'Let's play the jump-off-the-roof game,' would you have agreed?"

"Ow, ve~maybe. How do you play that one?" came the idiotic response, but before Lovina could rip her sister's auburn hair from her scalp Alfred decided to explain.

"Haha, let the hero explain! Double Dog is like Truth or Dare, just without the truth. Basically, you dare a person to do something hilarious and if they refuse you have to do it. If you do it, the person who chickened out has to streak naked down the street. If you don't do it, you have to streak naked down the street! Awesome, right?" the American cheered, his grin so bright Feliciana couldn't help but smile foolishly back. The boys around the circle smirked pervertedly.

"Oh, okay!" Feliciana bubbled, practically bouncing in place. "Who goes first?"

"The oldest," Gilbert replied. "Which would be the awesome me! And I have the perfect dare." The girls around the circle visibly shuddered in fear. Turning in his place to face the youngest Italian, the albino continued.

"I double dog dare you, Feliciana, to..."

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"I don't condone this kind of behavior," Alice muttered, though her eyes were practically dancing with mirth as Lovina was being restrained by an overly-eager Antonio. They were piled into Gilbert's Mercedes Benz, which seemed much smaller with eight teenagers crammed into the five available seats. Feliciana was uncharacteristically quiet, adjusting the rather revealing outfit Gilbert had procured from Francis's trunk (much to the disturbance of many). The group stared at Gilbert's house, some sporting wolfish grins while others wrestled with rage or embarrassment.

"Okay, all you have to do is go into my house wearing this, find Ludwig, and seduce him. We've placed a bluetooth in your ear so we can hear what's going on, and Franny's already setting up the video camera outside of Luddy's room. You have ten minutes at most, understood?" Gilbert explained as he ushered the nodding Italian from her sister's lap. Feliciana was clad in a leather bra and skirt, a pair of knee high boots, and a kinky dog collar, her hair pulled out of its usual ponytail to trail down her back. She wobbled on the boots before she quickly straightened up and marched towards the door. "It's either this or she gets to streak in front of the Bad Touch Trio." the albino reminded Lovina as she wached her sister march into the Macho Potato's lair, steps awkward from the boots' leverage.

Feliciana entered the house after fumbling with the key Gilbert had handed her, making sure to close it quietly behind her. The house was completely dark save for a faint light coming from the second landing, notably from Ludwig's room which Francis had placed a camera outside of. Sucking in a deep breath and adjusting her rather tight bra, the Italian trekked quietly up the stairs, trying to regain some of her bubbly nature. She knocked on his door rapidly.

"Ve, Ludwig, it's Feliciana! I came to play with you!" she cried, slipping a finger beneath the hem of her skirt to allow some breathing room for her crotch; that skirt was unbearably tight! The sound of bed springs shifting as a massive weight was removed could be heard, and hefty footsteps hurried to the door.

Ten minutes, the Italian thought as Ludwig ripped the door open.

"Feliciana, do you have any idea what time it-" the blonde berrated before falling short as his eyes swept over the girl's appearance, his face erupting in a heated blush. "W-what in Gott's name are you wearing?"

Feliciana looked down at herself innocently, running one slim finger up her cleavage line so she could fiddle with the zipper at the top. "You mean this? Ve, Francis gave it to me. It's cute, right?" Just because she wasn't the brightest crayon in the crayon box didn't mean she was inept in the ways of seduction.

"W-well, I don't know if cute is the word I would use-"

"You don't think I'm cute?" Feliciana pouted then, inching closer to Ludwig who opened and closed his mouth at a loss for words.

"Nein, I do. I mean I do not not think you are cute. Wait, that didn't make sense. W-what I mean to say is you are very cute!" he stammered, swallowing audibly as the Italian suddenly closed the door behind her. "What are you doing?"

"Just closing the door! Silly Luddy!" she cooed, before twitching uncomfortably. "Oh, these shoes hurt alot. Ve, can I take them off?"

"S-sure."

Turning around so that she was facing away from Ludwig, Feliciana bent over to unzip the knee-high boots, her rear end waving around in the air, skirt hardly covering her bum. Ludwig grabbed his nose. She slowly unzipped one boot before turning to the other when suddenly she "lost" balance, purposefully falling backwards into the boy's surprised arms and knocking both of them to the floor.

With Ludwig sprawled on his back, Feliciana turned in his arms so her chest was pressed snugly to his chin, each bootless leg straddling his abdomen. Her loose hair tickled his blushing cheeks, and through the bluetooth she heard her sister cussing like a sailor and Gilbert kesese'ing his head off.

"Mmm, oh, Luddy, I am so sorry!" she fake apologized, as Ludwig's baby blue eyes were fixated on two rather curvaceous parts of the Italian's anatomy. "Should I kiss you better?"

She could practically feel the heat radiating from the German's face as he shook his head no, effectively making it seem as though he'd just motorboated her breasts. He realized this mistake and thrust a hand up to again clasp his nose. He was about to say something when a gravelly voice cut through Feliciana's earpiece.

"Alright, it's time you get back down here before your sister sets my house on fire." a German-accented voice managed, spurts of laughter breaking through his sentence. Hopping up so she was standing directly over Ludwig's face (oh, if you could have seen his expression then), Feliciana darted towards her discarded boots and dashed out the door, shouting a quick, "Ve, see you tomorrow, Ludwig!" as the Aryan remained unmoving on his back. The Italian burst through the front door, turning back only to lock it, before she merrily ran to the awaiting Mercedes, the teenagers inside either red-faced or laughing. "That was fun!" she shouted as she resumed a sitting position in Lovina's lap, a baggy t-shirt tossed in her direction. Francis launched himself into the passenger's seat then, a videocamera clasped in his hand as his body was racked with perverted chuckles.

As the group drove back towards the Jones-Williams residence, the oblivious Italian scrutinized the teenagers she could dare next. "Alright, Madeline, I choose you!" At this, the Canadian sighed in relief as Gilbert wilted in disappointment; both knew Feliciana's dare would be as harmless as a butterfly.

"Hmmm, let's see...ve, I double dog dare you to get a lap dance at Bottom's Up!" came the unexpected dare.

Madeline's jaw dropped.

"B-but I'm a girl, eh!" she gasped, as Gilbert quietly thanked the sweet baby Jesus for his fantastic luck.

"Doesn't matter, ve~!" the Italian replied happily, as Alice wondered aloud how on earth Feliciana knew about the city's most popular strip club. "Plus, since I'm sure Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio all have fake IDs, they can smuggle us in!"

As they pulled into the parking lot at Bottom's Up, the group noted that it was one of the more classier strip clubs, decked in neon lights, blaring music, and an impressive dance floor. Just like Feliciana said, the trio flashed their IDs, each wrapping an arm around the girls' waists as the bouncers nodded their approval (Alfred nominated himself to stay behind, claiming his virgin eyes were not willing to watch his little sister get dry humped by another chick).

On each side of the vibrating room they entered was a long bar stocked with colorful glass bottles and an assortment of drinks. The baristas wore outfits similar to Feliciana's earlier apparel, mixing liquor into a virtual poison that customers eagerly chugged back. Scantily-dressed women strutted down two separate walkways at the far end of the room, each latching to a pole as men in the audience threw singles onto the stages.

"M-maple," Madeline muttered as Gilbert guided her towards a front row seat. The men enjoying the show glanced in surprise at the four female teenagers, wondering what interest the strippers could have for them. The small blonde with a pair of thin-rimmed glasses was pushed into a prime viewing seat, a wad of one-dollar bills pressed into her palm by a wildly grinning Frenchman.

"Do it, mon chou, or you'll have to streak down this very busy street," Francis coaxed as he stepped back with the others to observe the Canadian's performance. She had caught the strippers' attention as well, the two girls on stage glancing curiously at what they could only assume was a lesbian seated in the first row.

Madeline gulped audibly, clenching her violet eyes shut as her body shivered in anticipation. Behind her, Gilbert turned to Francis, his grin no longer as assured as he quietly asked, "Aren't we taking this too far? It looks like she's about to have a heart attack." How unawesome would it be if the girl he'd been crushing on died of a heart attack...

Suddenly, the Canadian made a funny little sound, clenching her fist in determination before she raised twenty dollars in the air jerkily. "H-hey, B-Blondie!" she called, voice quaking in fear as her friends gawked in disbelief from behind. The blonde stripper on the stage to the right glanced up, lipstick smile faltering in confusion before returning with a vengeance. In unnaturally high heels, she strutted over to the cute blonde staring up at her with gorgeous purple eyes.

"Hey, cutie," the stripper purred, glancing at the money Madeline was extending just as the room began blaring Rihanna's song S&M. "You experimenting?" At this, Lovina buried her embarrassed face in her hands and the boys looked on, enraptured. Surely, Madeline would back down now.

"Uh, y-yes. Experimenting." the Canadian piped, as the stripper quirked one eyebrow, smiling. "Care to give these boys a show?"

"I've never serviced a girl before," the stripper mused, descending the steps as all eyes in the audience eagerly tuned in on the lesbian action about to transpire. "What do you want me to do, cutie?"

Madeline's friends were leaning forward, awaiting the response.

"A lap d-dance, if you don't mind."

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"Gilberto, amigo! Are you alright?" Antonio questioned as the albino leaned face-first into the wall, his fingers trying to staunch his heavily bleeding nose as he prayed the cold night air would do something for his rock-hard...ahem. In the car, Madeline was slowly decaying from embarrassment, her cheeks forever stained a perpetual pink.

"I'm fine, Tonio," the albino replied honestly. "I just love this game so much."

[A/N: Hahahahahaha, so more dares to come in the next chapter! xD Hope you liked my attempt at T-rated kinkiness! Review, lovelies!]