Truth or Dare Hetalia-Style [6/a few]
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March 21 2010, 02:38:01 UTC
Latvia flushed and turned away, unable to look him in the eye. “I-I acknowledge you as a brother but I-I can’t…as a Nation…sorry.” Sealand looked disheartened and Latvia, feeling guilty, quickly moved on. “Estonia, t-truth or dare?”
Estonia gave Latvia a comforting smile. “Truth.”
“Oh, um.” Latvia bit his lip, trying to think of a question quickly. “What’s your favorite sport?”
“Rugby.” Latvia nodded and Estonia skimmed the remaining countries.
“Ugh, you guys are boring! Pick me already!” Sometime during the course of the game, Poland had taken to lying in a sleeping bag. Now, however, he sat up, giving Estonia a look that dared him not to pick him.
“Ok, then, Poland, truth or dare?”
“Dare!”
Estonia looked from Poland to America and back again. “I dare you to wear America’s jacket for the rest of the night.”
“What?!” Both America and Poland shouted.
“You can’t do that! It’s my jacket!” America whined.
England, chuckling darkly, shook his head. “It was your idea to play this game, after all, America. If you don’t let Poland wear your jacket, you’re going to be, oh, what’s the word? …A loser.”
America shrugged out of his jacket, looking miserable, and handed it out to Poland.
“Ew.” Poland scrunched up his nose. “That bomber jacket is like, so forties. It’s retro eek. I wouldn’t be caught dead in that…thing!”
“Hey, you don’t have to be mean,” America muttered, dropping his arm and holding the jacket close.
“You chose dare, Poland,” Estonia reminded him.
“Ugh, fine. Give me that miserable excuse for a fashion statement.” Poland put his hand out, waiting for America.
America frowned and dropped the jacket in Poland’s hand. “Take good care of it.”
Poland rolled his eyes as he put it on. “Gross. It smells like old leather, motor oil, and hamburgers. What do you do in this?”
“I-“
“No. I don’t even want to hear it. Liet! Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Lithuania sighed. He had had an inkling that his turn was coming.
“Great. You’re being boring, too.” Poland flopped back on the floor, puffing his cheeks out and staring at the ceiling. In his peripheral vision, he saw the door open and Finland walk back into the room, followed by a slightly limping Sweden. “Damn. I owe Hungary money,” he grumbled. “This night totally reeks.”
“Um, Poland. You have to ask me a truth?” Lithuania looked down at the sprawled out Nation.
“Oh right. Who do you like living with the best, me or America?”
Lithuania winced but Poland was no longer paying attention, having grown completely bored with the game. “You.” There were a couple of snorts throughout the room, but no one said anything thankfully.
It was his turn to pick someone out. Who… “Belarus, truth or dare?”
Belarus stared at him.
“Truth or dare?” Lithuania asked again, still smiling, even if he felt it twitching.
Belarus heaved a sigh, looking for all the world like this game was a great inconvenience to her. “Truth.”
“Will you ever go out with me?”
“LIET!” Poland sat up, throwing his pillow at the back of Lithuania’s head. “She’s a crazy psycho bitch!”
Belarus turned her glare on Poland who let out an “Eep” and hid behind Lithuania.
“No. Brother, truth or dare?”
Russia paled. A dare would almost definitely result in having to sign a marriage certificate. But truth? Who knows what was going on in her mind? “Truth.”
“Do you love me?”
Russia nearly choked. “Yes.” Like a sister, since that’s what she was. But she looked pleased and Russia thought it best to move on quickly. “Ukraine, truth or dare?”
“Oh! Um,” Ukraine, flustered, began to wring her hands. “Ah, dare?”
Russia stood up and walked over to Ukraine. She pulled back slightly, unsure of what he had planned. “I dare you to let your hair down for the night,” he said quietly, removing her headband and hairclips. “You look much prettier without them.”
Even redder, Ukraine nodded and took her hair decorations from Russia. “Ok.”
Russia gave her one of his innocent smiles and retook his seat. “It is your turn.”
“Right.” Ukraine glanced around the room, unable to do anything but smile when she saw Turkey all but hold a sign above Greece’s head. “Greece,” she said, causing him to jerk awake. “Truth or dare?”
Estonia gave Latvia a comforting smile. “Truth.”
“Oh, um.” Latvia bit his lip, trying to think of a question quickly. “What’s your favorite sport?”
“Rugby.” Latvia nodded and Estonia skimmed the remaining countries.
“Ugh, you guys are boring! Pick me already!” Sometime during the course of the game, Poland had taken to lying in a sleeping bag. Now, however, he sat up, giving Estonia a look that dared him not to pick him.
“Ok, then, Poland, truth or dare?”
“Dare!”
Estonia looked from Poland to America and back again. “I dare you to wear America’s jacket for the rest of the night.”
“What?!” Both America and Poland shouted.
“You can’t do that! It’s my jacket!” America whined.
England, chuckling darkly, shook his head. “It was your idea to play this game, after all, America. If you don’t let Poland wear your jacket, you’re going to be, oh, what’s the word? …A loser.”
America shrugged out of his jacket, looking miserable, and handed it out to Poland.
“Ew.” Poland scrunched up his nose. “That bomber jacket is like, so forties. It’s retro eek. I wouldn’t be caught dead in that…thing!”
“Hey, you don’t have to be mean,” America muttered, dropping his arm and holding the jacket close.
“You chose dare, Poland,” Estonia reminded him.
“Ugh, fine. Give me that miserable excuse for a fashion statement.” Poland put his hand out, waiting for America.
America frowned and dropped the jacket in Poland’s hand. “Take good care of it.”
Poland rolled his eyes as he put it on. “Gross. It smells like old leather, motor oil, and hamburgers. What do you do in this?”
“I-“
“No. I don’t even want to hear it. Liet! Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Lithuania sighed. He had had an inkling that his turn was coming.
“Great. You’re being boring, too.” Poland flopped back on the floor, puffing his cheeks out and staring at the ceiling. In his peripheral vision, he saw the door open and Finland walk back into the room, followed by a slightly limping Sweden. “Damn. I owe Hungary money,” he grumbled. “This night totally reeks.”
“Um, Poland. You have to ask me a truth?” Lithuania looked down at the sprawled out Nation.
“Oh right. Who do you like living with the best, me or America?”
Lithuania winced but Poland was no longer paying attention, having grown completely bored with the game. “You.” There were a couple of snorts throughout the room, but no one said anything thankfully.
It was his turn to pick someone out. Who… “Belarus, truth or dare?”
Belarus stared at him.
“Truth or dare?” Lithuania asked again, still smiling, even if he felt it twitching.
Belarus heaved a sigh, looking for all the world like this game was a great inconvenience to her. “Truth.”
“Will you ever go out with me?”
“LIET!” Poland sat up, throwing his pillow at the back of Lithuania’s head. “She’s a crazy psycho bitch!”
Belarus turned her glare on Poland who let out an “Eep” and hid behind Lithuania.
“No. Brother, truth or dare?”
Russia paled. A dare would almost definitely result in having to sign a marriage certificate. But truth? Who knows what was going on in her mind? “Truth.”
“Do you love me?”
Russia nearly choked. “Yes.” Like a sister, since that’s what she was. But she looked pleased and Russia thought it best to move on quickly. “Ukraine, truth or dare?”
“Oh! Um,” Ukraine, flustered, began to wring her hands. “Ah, dare?”
Russia stood up and walked over to Ukraine. She pulled back slightly, unsure of what he had planned. “I dare you to let your hair down for the night,” he said quietly, removing her headband and hairclips. “You look much prettier without them.”
Even redder, Ukraine nodded and took her hair decorations from Russia. “Ok.”
Russia gave her one of his innocent smiles and retook his seat. “It is your turn.”
“Right.” Ukraine glanced around the room, unable to do anything but smile when she saw Turkey all but hold a sign above Greece’s head. “Greece,” she said, causing him to jerk awake. “Truth or dare?”
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