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Twenty-Two: Truth or Dare?

"This is a very, very bad idea."

England turned to his cousin and grimaced. The Canadian just shrugged and smiled, looking across the room at the object of their conversation.

"Ah, come on England, stop being such a spoilsport! I've never been to one of her parties before but truth or dare is just a bit of good old fashioned fun."

The Englishman snorted in derision, glazing his eyes over the girl whose party they were at.

"You don't know Northern Ireland like I do Canada; it may seem like butter wouldn't melt in that girl's mouth but she's the devil in disguise. Just you watch out, when this game starts you'll soon see."

Canada laughed.

"I highly doubt that. You just think that because you're her brother. It's only natural for you to think that she would be different to what everyone else actually thinks she's like."

England sighed heavily.

"Well, don't say I didn't warn you…"

Over near the drinks table, the hostess was looking around the room, smiling sweetly at everyone she made eye contact with. She had dressed nicely for the event and was all toothy grins and batting eyelashes, but she was keeping up her little charade of cuteness for now. As soon as the game would start though, they would all be wishing the ground would open up and swallow them.

Dying for a drink but not taking one because, even though she didn't look over, her biggest brother was watching her from the far corner of the living room, she took the chance to run into the kitchen and take a large swig of vodka. She would have to remember to thank Russia for it later.

"I know what you're playing at, you know."

She choked and spluttered out the vodka over the clean table tops and turned towards the door. It was America.

"Hey America! What's up?" She smiled and he simply arched an eyebrow at her. Like hell is was going to fall for that. Like hell.

"Don't give me that cutesy crap Northern Ireland. I know why you're getting us to play truth or dare and you needn't bother. I'm not going to. No way, no how."

The smile was swiped off her face immediately and replaced with a deep frown.

"I'm not only playing that game because of just that…I want to play it because I'll have an excuse to kiss France without England having a coronary." She grinned and America raised his eyebrows at her.

"Doesn't matter, cos I'm not playing. No way in hell."

Northern Ireland simply just glared at him then.

"For God's sake, why not? He likes you; you certainly like him, what's the problem?"

"The problem is I don't need a stupid game to decide when I do or do not kiss him!"

The glare was immediately swapped with a smirk.

"Oh yeah?" She said, challengingly. If America wasn't so God damn idiotic, he would have realised, like anyone else with half a brain cell, that he was throwing himself straight in at the deep end.

"Yeah! And I'll prove it to you!" And he marched out of the kitchen, Northern Ireland following him, her eyes twinkling deviously.

England saw out of the corner of his eye, Northern Ireland sprinting into the kitchen and then he looked across the room to see America, asking Japan to hold his drink of him and followed her. He frowned. Those two are always plotting something…

Moments later, America came striding out of the kitchen, heading straight for him and Canada, Northern Ireland in tow, looking insane with delight. England smiled nervously.

'Why, hello Amer-'

His sentence was cut short as America grabbed England by his shirt was crashed his lips down onto his. He gasped and America immediately deepened the kiss.

After what seemed like forever, America drew back and grinned sheepishly at England. England opened and closed his mouth a few times and then frowned, going around America to look at his little sister.

"You dared him to do that, didn't you?" He felt kind of…disappointed and he didn't like this feeling of his heart beating wildly and his palms sweating. Emotions and British people don't mix well. Northern Ireland winked just before America turned England back around to him and grinning announced, "No, she didn't."

And once again he swiftly brought his lips down on England's.

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