Truth or Dare Hetalia-Style [3/A few]
anonymous
March 21 2010, 02:30:07 UTC
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 him 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, asshole,” 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 try 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. True, the answer would be a bit embarrassing but… it wasn’t the end of the world. He’d just have to deal with Prussia’s teasing every once in awhile. Nothing unusual there. “Baking cakes.”
Prussia’s outraged response was drowned out, however, when 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 baked 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. Veneziano was currently hanging off his neck and rambling, but he quieted when he heard his name. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth!” Veneziano declared, forgetting how close in proximity he still was to Germany, and therefore causing Germany to wince.
Germany, while he had expected Veneziano to pick truth, was for once unprepared. He stared at him, his mind working a mile a minute to come up with something. This was the only opportunity he had, and he could ask anything he wanted to know about his hyperactive friend. In fact, he could use this to get to the bottom of some unsolved mysteries, such as the mysterious invasion of pasta into his kitchen that Veneziano denied doing.
“Who…” brought all of that pasta into my house “…was your first crush?” Germany’s eyes widened nearly the moment the words left his mouth. That was not what he meant to ask.
Veneziano dropped his arms from around Germany’s neck in shock and stare at him, neither hearing the groans of a few Western European countries behind them. A split second later, however, Veneziano gave a small shake of his head and was back to his smiling self, the moment of shock completely ‘forgotten.’ “Ve~ Germany is so silly. That was so long ago, I don’t remember!”
“Bullshit!” Prussia shouted, jumping to his feet. “You know full well that your first crush was-“
“Prussia!” Veneziano exclaimed, pointing and cutting him off mid-sentence. “Truth or dare?”
Prussia looked perplexed. Had Veneziano really just metaphorically cock blocked him, Prussia? Maybe he was smarter than everyone thought after all.
Giving a cocky grin, Prussia chose dare, causing Veneziano to let out a squeal of delight.
“Prussia, I dare you to circle around each person in the room five times each!”
“…That’s all?” So much for Veneziano being smarter than Prussia thought. The dare was rather weak.
Then again, once he had finished his dare and been groped by no less than three different Nations, threatened with physical violence by no less than ten different Nations, and was utterly dizzy after all of the circles, he had newfound respect for the evil side of Veneziano.
“Denmark,” Prussia grumbled a moment later, the room still spinning. “Truth or dare?”
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 him 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, asshole,” 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 try 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. True, the answer would be a bit embarrassing but… it wasn’t the end of the world. He’d just have to deal with Prussia’s teasing every once in awhile. Nothing unusual there. “Baking cakes.”
Prussia’s outraged response was drowned out, however, when 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 baked 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. Veneziano was currently hanging off his neck and rambling, but he quieted when he heard his name. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth!” Veneziano declared, forgetting how close in proximity he still was to Germany, and therefore causing Germany to wince.
Germany, while he had expected Veneziano to pick truth, was for once unprepared. He stared at him, his mind working a mile a minute to come up with something. This was the only opportunity he had, and he could ask anything he wanted to know about his hyperactive friend. In fact, he could use this to get to the bottom of some unsolved mysteries, such as the mysterious invasion of pasta into his kitchen that Veneziano denied doing.
“Who…” brought all of that pasta into my house “…was your first crush?” Germany’s eyes widened nearly the moment the words left his mouth. That was not what he meant to ask.
Veneziano dropped his arms from around Germany’s neck in shock and stare at him, neither hearing the groans of a few Western European countries behind them. A split second later, however, Veneziano gave a small shake of his head and was back to his smiling self, the moment of shock completely ‘forgotten.’ “Ve~ Germany is so silly. That was so long ago, I don’t remember!”
“Bullshit!” Prussia shouted, jumping to his feet. “You know full well that your first crush was-“
“Prussia!” Veneziano exclaimed, pointing and cutting him off mid-sentence. “Truth or dare?”
Prussia looked perplexed. Had Veneziano really just metaphorically cock blocked him, Prussia? Maybe he was smarter than everyone thought after all.
Giving a cocky grin, Prussia chose dare, causing Veneziano to let out a squeal of delight.
“Prussia, I dare you to circle around each person in the room five times each!”
“…That’s all?” So much for Veneziano being smarter than Prussia thought. The dare was rather weak.
Then again, once he had finished his dare and been groped by no less than three different Nations, threatened with physical violence by no less than ten different Nations, and was utterly dizzy after all of the circles, he had newfound respect for the evil side of Veneziano.
“Denmark,” Prussia grumbled a moment later, the room still spinning. “Truth or dare?”
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