Truth or Dare Hetalia Style [4/?]
anonymous
August 12 2009, 20:31:30 UTC
Romano thought about it for a moment. This was Spain. That means, the potential for an embarrassing truth from the oblivious Nation was high, whereas the potential for an embarrassing dare was slightly lower. “Dare.”
There was an odd glint in Spain’s eye, one that no one had seen since the Golden Century. “Romano. I dare you…to give a genuine smile.”
Prussia started laughing so hard he fell out of his seat. “Romano! Smiling? Spain, you just gave him an impossible dare!” His laughter only doubled when Romano shot a glare at him. “See? He can’t do it!”
“I can too, you damn bastard!” Romano yelled, seething.
“Prove it!” Someone, most likely Denmark, shouted when the poor Prussian couldn’t catch his breath to respond.
Prove it. Genuine smile. Romano could do this. How hard could it be, really? Just…ignore the laughter. Think about something happy. Pasta? Well, that’s ok. Tomatoes? That’s something. Better than pasta, but…Germany getting hurt? There. Romano had a slight smile, but when he looked at Spain, the other Nation just shook his head.
“That’s too small, Romano. Not genuine enough,” Spain told him gently, giving him a smile that was definitely genuine.
Romano sighed and closed his eyes. Happy…happy. Something warm. Something happy. What about…then. That night. The happiest night of his life, not that he had ever told him that, but, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
The next thing Romano knew, he was being glomped by a beaming Spain. “Romano! Your smile is so cute! What did you think of?”
Romano struggled in Spain’s embrace, before finally pushing the other away, his cheeks reddening. “I thought of Germany getting what’s coming to him for corrupting Veneziano,” he grumbled.
“Then why are your cheeks red?” Prussia shouted, his laughter having died out when Romano smiled.
“Shut up, bastard!” Romano growled, causing Prussia to dissolve into laughter again. Rolling his eyes, Romano turned to Germany. “Potato-bastard. Truth or dare?”
Germany looked at Romano, quickly comparing the two choices in his mind. No matter what he chose, it was likely that Romano was going to embarrass him. Letting out a deep sigh, Germany closed his eyes as he said “Truth,” missing Romano’s devilish smile.
“What is a hobby that no one knows you have?”
Germany stared at him for a moment. All in all, that truth wasn’t too bad, considering, but he knew Prussia wouldn’t let him live it down. “Baking cakes.”
Prussia’s outraged response was drowned out, however, when a Veneziano let out a loud squeal and threw himself on Germany. “Why didn’t you tell me, Germany?! All those times I cooked for you, we could have cooked together! I promise, next time I’m in the kitchen, I’ll invite you to make dessert with me. It will be so much fun!”
Germany nodded, waiting for a break in Veneziano’s ramble. “Veneziano,” he finally got out, causing the Italian still hanging around his neck to be quiet. “Truth or dare?”
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anonymous
August 12 2009, 20:40:10 UTC
I'm really loving your ideas. Only Spain would think of something so hard for Romano to pull off... I like his thinking. It was really sweet to allude to what Romano is thinking of XD I really want to see that smile though. Somebody needs to draw it!
And baking cakes ♥ Somehow I knew it was Germany making those Black Forest Gateaus!
Re: Truth or Dare Hetalia Style [4/?]
anonymous
August 12 2009, 22:29:54 UTC
Oh I so knew Romano would pick Dare, but also was wondering what kind of Dare Spain will ask him to do. But GOLLY!!! OMG! Genuine smile, Spain you cheeky... cheeky... Ah you passionate cheeky nation, you!!! xDDDDDD
Hahhahahaaa~ Oh Germany, now that it's out, I don't think anyone's gonna let it slide, any more. *dies*
Ohoho~ Italy next? Looks forward to it!
And I agree, someone needs to do a fanart of SMILING ROMANO!!!
There was an odd glint in Spain’s eye, one that no one had seen since the Golden Century. “Romano. I dare you…to give a genuine smile.”
Prussia started laughing so hard he fell out of his seat. “Romano! Smiling? Spain, you just gave him an impossible dare!” His laughter only doubled when Romano shot a glare at him. “See? He can’t do it!”
“I can too, you damn bastard!” Romano yelled, seething.
“Prove it!” Someone, most likely Denmark, shouted when the poor Prussian couldn’t catch his breath to respond.
Prove it. Genuine smile. Romano could do this. How hard could it be, really? Just…ignore the laughter. Think about something happy. Pasta? Well, that’s ok. Tomatoes? That’s something. Better than pasta, but…Germany getting hurt? There. Romano had a slight smile, but when he looked at Spain, the other Nation just shook his head.
“That’s too small, Romano. Not genuine enough,” Spain told him gently, giving him a smile that was definitely genuine.
Romano sighed and closed his eyes. Happy…happy. Something warm. Something happy. What about…then. That night. The happiest night of his life, not that he had ever told him that, but, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
The next thing Romano knew, he was being glomped by a beaming Spain. “Romano! Your smile is so cute! What did you think of?”
Romano struggled in Spain’s embrace, before finally pushing the other away, his cheeks reddening. “I thought of Germany getting what’s coming to him for corrupting Veneziano,” he grumbled.
“Then why are your cheeks red?” Prussia shouted, his laughter having died out when Romano smiled.
“Shut up, bastard!” Romano growled, causing Prussia to dissolve into laughter again. Rolling his eyes, Romano turned to Germany. “Potato-bastard. Truth or dare?”
Germany looked at Romano, quickly comparing the two choices in his mind. No matter what he chose, it was likely that Romano was going to embarrass him. Letting out a deep sigh, Germany closed his eyes as he said “Truth,” missing Romano’s devilish smile.
“What is a hobby that no one knows you have?”
Germany stared at him for a moment. All in all, that truth wasn’t too bad, considering, but he knew Prussia wouldn’t let him live it down. “Baking cakes.”
Prussia’s outraged response was drowned out, however, when a Veneziano let out a loud squeal and threw himself on Germany. “Why didn’t you tell me, Germany?! All those times I cooked for you, we could have cooked together! I promise, next time I’m in the kitchen, I’ll invite you to make dessert with me. It will be so much fun!”
Germany nodded, waiting for a break in Veneziano’s ramble. “Veneziano,” he finally got out, causing the Italian still hanging around his neck to be quiet. “Truth or dare?”
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And baking cakes ♥ Somehow I knew it was Germany making those Black Forest Gateaus!
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Draw eeeet. You know you want to :D
And Germany is the best almost-alcoholic baker in the world :D
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I do want to. REALLY badly. Maybe you've convinced me :D
Haha too true.
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Hahhahahaaa~ Oh Germany, now that it's out, I don't think anyone's gonna let it slide, any more. *dies*
Ohoho~ Italy next? Looks forward to it!
And I agree, someone needs to do a fanart of SMILING ROMANO!!!
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Ah, Germany picking Truth. Very IC.
I would like to eat Ludwig's... Baumkuchen...
Another funny chapter! Thanks for the update, anon!
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