"I WANNA PLAY TRUTH OR DARE, motherfuckers."
Police sirens went off in the distance. Francis swore and crashed through the window, his snazzy cape the last thing seen as he vanished off into the night.
They started playing truth or dare.
"Yo yo, real talk here, who be bitchin' first, ay," Italy whispered into the wind. Canada raised his hand.
"Ayo 'kay, truth or dare, maple fucker."
"Truth, eh."
Italy moved his rocking rear. "How you feeling 'bout that sexy Polish pierogi?"
Canada gasped. Everyone in the room fell silent. "Him? Well, he..." Canada tore off his shirt to reveal the Polish flag tattooed to his chest.
"BITCH, I'D SUCK HIS DICK ANY DAY."
Francis crashed through the wall, holding a statue of a baguette and pulling along none other thaN..
POLAND.
"QUICK, FRANCE, GO GET A CHILLIN' FUCK ROOM FOR CANADA AND POLAND," Italy said as he began to break it down.
France rushed Canada and Poland to a room, who had started making out as soon as Poland saw the Polish flag tattoo.
"Tight. Next up'll be my lil itchin bitchin sweetheart, DOITSU!"
"Vat?" He lifted his head up, looking around.
Prussia interjected. "Dare! He chooses dare!" Ludwig's eyes widened.
Italy grinned. "Take your swaggy shirt off and lemme see those abs!" Italy squealed excitedly like a rabid fangirl.
His jaw dropped in horror. "N-no!"
"Enlever votre chemise putain, maintenant, ou je vais te tuer!" France yelled at him in angry French.
Germany frowned, and the group cheered him on as he took off his black shirt.
Everyone collectively gasped as the flawless, washboard abs came into view. They were far too perfect to describe with human words, but the closest that Italy could get was perfectly peeled potatoes soaked in only the most sufficient olive oil.
Germany hastily put back on his shirt, face a deeper pink than a bald chicken. He took the deafening silence as disgusted shock, so he ran into the bathroom and started crying really hard.
The one to break the silence was Prussia. "Wait! West, verdammt, get your ass back out here!" Prussia dashed into the bathroom after Germany.
Germany was curled up in the bathtub sobbing. "Go avay, Prussia."
He sat down next to the tub anyways. "Listen here you lil' shit, you have the most flawless fuckin' body I've ever seen and I bet that every single one of the dudes out there would suck your dick, okay?" Germany sniffled.
"Okay. Ja. Thanks, bro."
Prussia dragged his younger brother out of the bathroom and back to the game, and Italy glomped Germany. "You swagaliciously hot, Doitsu!" He exclaimed, still clinging onto the larger nation.
"Danke, Italy." He replied, still sounding pretty sad.
They decided to keep playing, even though the other countries begged Germany to play without his shirt. He refused.
Feli decided to sit on his lap.
"Who next?" Feli asked.
"Ooh, me! Me!" Alfred shouted.
"What ya wanna do?" Feli asked.
"DARE!"
"Hey, aren't I supposed to be azking?" Germany said.
"Shut up, whore. Okay, I dare you to write a love letter to Arthur, tape it on his door, and leave all your clothes there," Feli cumchortated.
"Okay!"
Arthur had gone to bed to rest his old man eyes. Alfred took his shittily-written note and some tape for downstairs and hastily taped the letter to the front of the door. He tore off his shirt and his pants fell off of his hips. He sighed at the release, his white boy body finally free.
"Yes, at last!" he shouted, pushing aside the covers and laying on the bed naked. As he sat there trying to fall asleep, he remembered his sandman tea that had gotten left on the counter. "Well shit."
"Dude what is it?" America shouted through the door.
"I left my tea on the counter," England whined. "can you get it for me? Pleaseeeee?"
"Dude, that's too much work. You go get it." America replied itching his leg which has suddenly turned white.
England sighed getting out of his now really messy bed. "Fine!" putting on a half torn Snuggie, he opened the door, his front side exposed.
America looked England up and down, before taking the letter off the door, handing it to England, and sauntering away, so the Brit could have a great view of his fabulous ass.
"Well," England looked at Americas fabulous ass. "That's a fine ass you got there."
America turned around and smiled. "Thank ya!" he flipped his hand forward in a sassy gesture. "I try."
England smiled. "Can you grab my tea while you're at it?"
"Nah," America just kept on walking.
England sighed for the second time in the past two minutes. He was having tea withdrawals, but was too lazy to go get it. So because he was too tired to go downstairs, he decided to read the note America had given him.
Dear my beloved sunshine, England,
I have always loved you. You have always given me the pink mug when you make tea, for me and even though I always throw it on the floor, you just pick it up and give me the same mug with tea. And then when I try and play video games with you, you get frustrated and leave because I beat you every time, for I am just too awesome to lose. You are my father. You raised me to believe in true love, and I believe I have found it with you, my dad. And even though you are my dad, I don't care. Because true love cannot be changed, for fate has brought us together. Daddy, will you marry me? I hope you will, because I already bought pepperoni pizza for the wedding. Meet me downstairs and we shall talk.
See you soon my love,
America