Truth or Dare Hetalia-Style [7/a few]
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March 21 2010, 02:41:32 UTC
Greece blinked blearily. “Truth?”
“Why,” Ukraine paused momentarily, giggling when a cat poked its head out of Greece’s shirt, “Why do cats follow you?”
Greece gave a shrug before removing the cat and placing it on his lap. “I don’t know for sure. I think it’s because they feel as if we are kindred spirits. It could be because of my personality. Perhaps they’re just waiting for the chance to attack Turkey. I don’t know but I like them and the feeling seems mutual.” Greece looked around the room, trying to figure out who and who hadn’t gone yet.
He was just about to say Egypt’s name when Turkey called out “Dare!”
Greece glared, now wide awake. “I wasn’t going to call on you!”
“Well, I’m going. Give me a dare!”
“You’re a jerk,” Greece growled. The cat mimicked him.
Turkey laughed and leant back in his chair. “You love it. What’s the dare?”
Greece thought long and hard for a moment. What would be a good dare for Turkey? “I dare you…” Greece trailed off, looking almost bored.
“Come on already,” Turkey growled.
“Hm… I dare you…” Greece began again. “I dare you to gobble like a turkey after every sentence for the rest of the night.”
“What?” Turkey exclaimed, throwing his hands down on the table. “That’s stupid!”
“I don’t believe I heard any gobbling. Are you backing down from the challenge?” Greece glared, silently daring Turkey to keep complaining.
“Argh. Gobble. You’re an ass. Gobble, gobble.” Greece looked faintly pleased. “Whatever. Gobble. Egypt. Dare, right? Gobble.”
Egypt stared at Turkey.
“No. Gobble. You don’t get a choice. Gobble. I dare you to say ten words! Gobble, gobble.” Turkey hit the table for emphasis. Greece muttered something about not destroying the table, but Turkey completely ignored him.
“What if I do not wish to say ten words?” Egypt asked, eyes glinting.
“You have no choice! It’s a dare!” Turkey yelled. Greece shot him another glare. “Gobble, gobble,” he added lamely.
Egypt grinned, waiting for realization to dawn on Turkey.
“…You said ten words. Gobble. Both of you are assholes. Gobble,” Turkey sighed, sitting back in his chair, defeated.
Egypt caught Hungary’s eye and she smiled. “Truth,” she told him.
“If you had to some yourself up in one word, what would it be?”
Prussia coughed suddenly, sounding awfully close to “crazy.” A quick frying pan later and his coughing fit was solved.
“Hm,” Hungary murmured, nonchalantly walking over and retrieving the frying pan. “That’s a good question. I think, maybe, reliable?” She nodded, absently caressing the pan with her hand. “Yes, reliable.”
She looked back at Egypt for confirmation of his turn being over and when he nodded, she glanced over to Austria. “Truth or dare, dear?”
“Hmph,” Austria huffed, crossing his arms. “I would rather not choose either.”
Hungary laughed and shook her head. “Don’t be a spoilsport. Come on… truth or dare?”
Austria sighed. “Truth.”
Hungary grinned a devious grin. Finally. She finally had a chance to get to the bottom of one of the greatest mysteries of her marriage. “What is it that you do in the kitchen that causes banging noises and explosions?”
Austria gave her a blank look. “What are you talking about?”
“In the kitchen, when you’re baking. What do you do that makes so much noise?”
“Nothing. You must be hearing things. Perhaps you should stop spending so much time with Prussia.” Austria sighed again and looked around the room. “Ah, Switzerland. Truth or dare?”
“Why,” Ukraine paused momentarily, giggling when a cat poked its head out of Greece’s shirt, “Why do cats follow you?”
Greece gave a shrug before removing the cat and placing it on his lap. “I don’t know for sure. I think it’s because they feel as if we are kindred spirits. It could be because of my personality. Perhaps they’re just waiting for the chance to attack Turkey. I don’t know but I like them and the feeling seems mutual.” Greece looked around the room, trying to figure out who and who hadn’t gone yet.
He was just about to say Egypt’s name when Turkey called out “Dare!”
Greece glared, now wide awake. “I wasn’t going to call on you!”
“Well, I’m going. Give me a dare!”
“You’re a jerk,” Greece growled. The cat mimicked him.
Turkey laughed and leant back in his chair. “You love it. What’s the dare?”
Greece thought long and hard for a moment. What would be a good dare for Turkey? “I dare you…” Greece trailed off, looking almost bored.
“Come on already,” Turkey growled.
“Hm… I dare you…” Greece began again. “I dare you to gobble like a turkey after every sentence for the rest of the night.”
“What?” Turkey exclaimed, throwing his hands down on the table. “That’s stupid!”
“I don’t believe I heard any gobbling. Are you backing down from the challenge?” Greece glared, silently daring Turkey to keep complaining.
“Argh. Gobble. You’re an ass. Gobble, gobble.” Greece looked faintly pleased. “Whatever. Gobble. Egypt. Dare, right? Gobble.”
Egypt stared at Turkey.
“No. Gobble. You don’t get a choice. Gobble. I dare you to say ten words! Gobble, gobble.” Turkey hit the table for emphasis. Greece muttered something about not destroying the table, but Turkey completely ignored him.
“What if I do not wish to say ten words?” Egypt asked, eyes glinting.
“You have no choice! It’s a dare!” Turkey yelled. Greece shot him another glare. “Gobble, gobble,” he added lamely.
Egypt grinned, waiting for realization to dawn on Turkey.
“…You said ten words. Gobble. Both of you are assholes. Gobble,” Turkey sighed, sitting back in his chair, defeated.
Egypt caught Hungary’s eye and she smiled. “Truth,” she told him.
“If you had to some yourself up in one word, what would it be?”
Prussia coughed suddenly, sounding awfully close to “crazy.” A quick frying pan later and his coughing fit was solved.
“Hm,” Hungary murmured, nonchalantly walking over and retrieving the frying pan. “That’s a good question. I think, maybe, reliable?” She nodded, absently caressing the pan with her hand. “Yes, reliable.”
She looked back at Egypt for confirmation of his turn being over and when he nodded, she glanced over to Austria. “Truth or dare, dear?”
“Hmph,” Austria huffed, crossing his arms. “I would rather not choose either.”
Hungary laughed and shook her head. “Don’t be a spoilsport. Come on… truth or dare?”
Austria sighed. “Truth.”
Hungary grinned a devious grin. Finally. She finally had a chance to get to the bottom of one of the greatest mysteries of her marriage. “What is it that you do in the kitchen that causes banging noises and explosions?”
Austria gave her a blank look. “What are you talking about?”
“In the kitchen, when you’re baking. What do you do that makes so much noise?”
“Nothing. You must be hearing things. Perhaps you should stop spending so much time with Prussia.” Austria sighed again and looked around the room. “Ah, Switzerland. Truth or dare?”
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