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Chapter 2

Spain's dare

Spain walked in the door and put his keys down. While in the kitchen going through his fridge he began to think of possible options for today's events. Pulling out some churros he began to munch as he came to a final decision.

"I guess I better get this over with before it gets too late." He shut the fridge and left, whipping out his cell he began to text some of his friends.

Hey wanna hang at a bar tonight? My treat amigo.

Spain went to his living room and sat in a recliner, he thought deeply about what he had to do and how he was going to accomplish it.

"Aye...this is complicated!" He ran his fingers through his hair as his cell rang off.

From Lovi: "What 4?… and Y"

Spain stared at the text and thought about what to say.

"I'm celebrating a great harvest of tomatoes." Spain bit his lip as he sent it, hoping the Italian wouldn't see through his lies. A few moments later he received more texts.

"Of course I'll be there, mon cher." From France.

"I'll go and bring West K', U treating us is awesome Thanks." From Gil, and another one from Lovi.

"Listen ya tomato loving bastard, I'm coming but if I have to pay for something, anything, I'm leaving."

Spain texted Gilbert back and told him that bringing Ludwig was okay; he also assured Romano that everything was on him. He gave them the time and place then went upstairs.

Spain walked up the stairs to his room and began to change into some casual clothes. Just as he had gotten his pants on he heard a knock at the door.

"Wait a sec Amigo." Spain put his arm through the sleeve of his shirt and began to head down stairs. Struggling to coordinate putting on his shirt and walking down stairs he reached the door.

Looking through the peek whole he saw France and England, so he opened it.

"Hey, Espagne, Can I put him down in here real quick." Spain stepped aside and continued to button up his shirt.

"Go ahead."

He watched as Francis pull in a Drunk England.

"Angleterre, was like this when I found him." France stood back and looked at England.

England slumped over in Spain's recliner and mumbled something.

"What happened to him?" Spain sat down across from England.

"I was coming over here early and he was just wondering out in the streets, apparently he was already at a bar. I think he drunk too much because when he saw me he started going on about Russia stealing his pants and how it was my fault." Francis laughed and Spain just looked away Poor guy…

"Anyways…" France turned to Spain. "I'll just stay here until it's time to go, mind if I use your restroom."

"Go ahead amigo." Spain waited till Francis was up stairs before he pulled out his cell and went to camera mode.

I guess now's a good time as any to start.

Spain walked over to England who was still slumped over in the chair. He put his hand underneath his chin and lifted his head so he could look him directly in his eyes.

"Your completely drunk aren't you Amigo?" He held up his cell so he could get a good picture.

"Bugger off you…wanker". England slouched back over with Spain still holding his chin. With a little effort Spain sat England up in the chair. Then leaning into him he sat in his lap and began to kiss him. Gently he pressed his lips to the Drunk Englishman, slowly he started parting his lips for some tongue action but then, *Flash* the picture was taken. Spain broke the kiss and England stared at him, shock in his eyes. England's face turned redder than a tomato and began to tilt over in the chair. Spain got up and let England fall out of the chair and onto the floor.

Spain bent down and saw that England was still breathing, nothing but a minor nose bleed, so he okay. He smiled "Thanks amigo." One down. He stepped over England headed up stairs to the bathroom.

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