Hetalia Truth Or Dare, Ch 1

Chapter 1: Who the hell are you?!

It was a quiet cool night as they sat in a circle on Alfred's apartment floor; the chirping of crickets outside was the only noise that could be heard other than the sound of people shifting around. "This is fucking boring!!!" Romano complained loudly as he sat there, everyone looked over at the eternally angry Italian; they had to agree. Alfred had called them over to his place to just hang out and have a night to just act like people, not nations; he called it the G8 sleepover.

"Oh mi pobre tomatito is bored~" Spain cooed as he pulled Romano into a hug and nuzzled him, the Italian quickly realized what had happened and started thrashing around in his grip and get out of the Spaniard's grip, he kept yelling about not wanting to be close to him, but the bight blush told otherwise; not like it was a secret Lovino liked the Spanish man.

"Ve~ Germany, I'm bored too." Feliciano said as he looked up from his seat in the the German's lap, he shifted around trying to get comfortable much to Ludwig's uneasiness. Ludwig blushed even brighter than Lovino, and turned away from the young Italian. "Are okay, Germany?" He asked as he tried to touch the man's face, Ludwig kept moving away or pushing his hands away.

Lithuania sat on the ground next to Poland, the blond wasn't complaining mainly because he was distracted; he was painting Toris's nails; the Lithuanian was still uneasy as Ivan sat close to him smiling and nursing a large bottle of vodka and throwing glances at Yao.

A loud knock at the door broke the eerily silence that had filled the apartment, no one moved. Poland looked up at them before rolling his eyes. "Yeah, I'll tots like get it." He said before quickly and swiftly getting up from the carpeted floor, as he turned barely avoided spilling the nail polish bottle over; Lithuania quickly grabbed it before it fell and ruined Alfred's carpet. Well truth be told this wasn't Alfred's place, this was an apartment he rented for them to come here; how long did he expect them to stay here?!

"Tori, careful with your nails!" Feliks called back at the brunet before opening the door, he made sure to be careful with his still drying nails. Francis and Arthur stood on the other side of the door, the Frenchman looked happy but maybe it was because Arthur look angry, he was grumbled something under his breath as he walked into the apartment; Francis followed in with roses almost trailing behind him. "It's like, France and England."

Feliks said as he shut the door, he looked at his nails before blowing on them. How long did this polish take to dry, he had painted them before starting to Toris's. Speaking of which, he needed to finish his friend up. Poland went back over to the brunet before sitting back down.

Francis finally snapped out of his cheerful mood, he looked around at the small crowd and frowned. "Wow, did someone die?" He asked as he could feel the boredom radiating off the other, it was kind of depressing. England growled before pushing him out of the way and walking to the back wall and plopping down against it.

He looked around a few times before finally asking. "Where is that bloody American?!" He crossed his arms over his chest as he hadn't seen, heard, or smelled the loud blond git in the short few moments he had been here. Italy's short attention changed from Ludwig to the grumpy Arthur and heard him ask.

"Oh yeah, he and some other guy with wavy blond hair left an hour ago. They said they would bring back something fun to do along with snack; lot and lots of delicious snacks!" Italy said and licked at his lips hungrily, he had eaten before coming here but he was hungry again.

France smirked as he spotted Italy, he wanted to go over to him, but he didn't want to get near Germany. The Frenchman held up a blood red rose to his lips; a mischievous sparkle could be seen shining in his eyes as he was planning how to separate those two from each other. He wasn't going to do anything naughty to cute little Feli, but he did want to talk to him and spend some time with him. "Oh, something fun to do you say~?" His simply smile turned a little naughtier, practically a neon sign that said 'Pervert' appeared over his head

"Ve~?" That was the only response he got from the naive Italian, that and a cute little tilt of his head to the side from confusion, he didn't understand what France was implying.

England glared at him before swiftly getting up and going up behind Francis, he smacked him in the back of the head. "You bloody fucking pervert, don't you going trying to taint Italy." He growled as Francis pouted and rubbed the sore spot, Arthur didn't need to be so mean about it. Germany sighed as he shook his head and just wrapped his arms around the Italian waist; Feli wasn't complaining about the contact.  

England and France started bickering loudly, this was actually their record time they've spent in the company of each other without fighting. Ivan turned his attention to them before smiling at them, he hadn't even noticed they arrived until now. The Russian man got up and moved up behind the two European nations, their fighting was quite loud and annoying. Russia laid a hand on their shoulders and smiled down at them. Feeling the weight on their shoulders was enough to get them to stop, it fell dead silent; they hesitantly turned to look at Ivan's cheerful yet creepy smile.

"France and England want to become one with mother Russia ~Da?" He asked cheerfully, the both of them seemed to turn to stone but had enough mobility to shake their heads. "Okay, then no arguing, okay?" Russia asked happily, to which they nodded once more.

All of a sudden the front door slammed open and making a few people jump. "Boom baby!" Someone yelled out from the doorway before laughing, England had never been so happy to hear America; well not that he would admit it out loud. 'Wait a second...That isn't Alfred's voice.' He thought before turning to the door, Arthur quickly got out from the Russian's grip and went over to the door; He was right, this was most definitely not Alfred.

Standing there in the doorway were two girls, if Arthur would have to guess one was around the age of fifteen, and the other eighteen. The eighteen year old was the one who kicked the door, she was tall, around five foot seven or eight. She had some of the most vivid green eyes he had ever seen,  and jet black hair cut into a shaggy inverted bob. The main thing anyone would have noticed, be male, female, or really just human was that she was very very well developed. France, Germany, and Italy quickly noticed; she was also fully dressed in Alfred's clothes including his glasses. More nations got up and started coming closer to the door, most curious of the strange girl.

As she walked in the other girl became more noticeable. She was shorter than the first girl, around five foot maybe five one. She had long thick wavy light brown hair, it fell to the small of her back, what got Arthur's attention were her eyes; they were gray and kind of made her look like she had slit pupils. She wasn't as developed as the first girl which made France pout a little; she was dressed in Canada's clothes and glasses. This was all great and all but there was still one question. "Who the bloody hell are you two?!" England angrily asked them both.

The black haired girl quickly turned her attention to the British man, she gave him a smirk. "Hiya! I'm Angel and this is my little big sister Alice." She said happily with the same smirk still on her lips, she quickly threw her arm around the other girl's shoulders, and pulled her in closer; the other girl just smiled softly and said hi. Angel started talking once more as she moved out of the doorway. "Alfred and Matthew sent us. They needed to take care of something, yeah that's it; they had to go do something so they sent us ahead to entertain you all." The girl's smirk made a shiver rush down Arthur's spine, it gave Russia's a run for it's money.  

France shivered but with more of a feeling of being turned on by the large chested girl. Angel quickly shut the door and locked it, at least it still worked! She turned to look at Alice and happily linked arms with her sister, they practically skipped to the circle. "Alright guys and-" She paused as she looked over at the Polish nation adding little designs to his nails as if unable to tell if Feliks was male or not. "-Others we're going to start this night by playing Truth or dare. Do you know how to play?" The nations looked at the girls with a blank expression on their face, Alice chuckled as Angel just rolled her eyes. "Alice, please give them the run through because if I do, I can't promise I won't cuss."

Angel said and let go of Alice, the taller girl sat in the circle as Alice stood in the center of the circle; she shifted nervously due to the attention on her. "Okay, well it's simple. We start with one person asking another to pick; truth or dare. The person being asked must pick between the two. If you pick truth you must answer truthfully to the asker's question, but if you pick dare you must do whatever dare the asker gives you. It can be simple like kissing someone or standing on one foot for the next three rounds, or more difficult...uh...Dance with China or sing in a different language; these are just examples. Then the person who was picked will pick someone else and ask Truth or Dare, that's pretty much the game-"

"Also!" Angel quickly got up and cutting Alice off. "Sorry, Alice-" The shorter girl just chuckled before sitting down saying she was done anyway; Angel continued. "If you do not pick either or you want to act like a jackbutt then you will be sent to the closet of shame!" She pointed at the hall closet that had an American flag on it. "There you will have to stay three minutes with the person of my chose. "She stopped and looked at all the nation to see if everyone got the idea of it. "Well that is it." Angel said happily, Alice was sitting with Italy and Germany, and was engaged in an intense game of hot hands with the Italian man. "Alright, who wants to go first?" She asked with her wicked grin.