Truth or Dare Hetalia-Style [8/a few]
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March 21 2010, 02:43:00 UTC
Switzerland focused his intense look on Austria. What to choose? He frowned. There was a lot of history behind him and Austria… there could be some embarrassing questions that Austria could ask. And this was Austria. What was the worst dare he could come up with, really? “Dare.”
Austria blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected that. “Oh. I dare you to declare that Frédéric Chopin was one of the greatest musical composers of all time.”
Switzerland raised an eyebrow. “But he wasn’t even yours!” Austria looked unconcerned and Switzerland rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever. Chopin was one of the greatest musical composers of all time,” he deadpanned. “Liechtenstein. Truth or dare?”
“Truth, brother,” Liechtenstein said softly, smiling slightly.
Switzerland’s look of annoyance melted a touch. “What is your favorite color?”
The room was filled with loud cries of “you can’t ask that! It’s too simple!” and complaints, but one sharp glare from Switzerland and it was once again silent.
Liechtenstein hid a giggle behind her hand. “Pink.” Switzerland nodded and Liechtenstein looked across the room. “Seychelles, truth or dare?”
“Dare!” Seychelles exclaimed, jumping up from her chair. “And make it a good one!”
“Hee, I’ll try,” Liechtenstein told her, laughing again. “How about…I dare you to let, erm, England! England do your hair.”
“I don’t want to do her hair,” England grumbled. Liechtenstein gave him a pleading look (emphasized by a not-so-pleading look from Switzerland) and he huffed. “Fine.”
Seychelles shook her head. “No. No way. I’m not letting jerk England-” Sealand interrupted with a “Hell yeah!” but was silenced almost immediately by Sweden “-touch my hair! Liech! I thought we were friends,” she whined.
Liechtenstein looked down at her hands. “I’m-I’m sorry Seychelles. Would you rather I gave a truth instead?”
“No,” Seychelles sighed. “But!” She rounded on England, shoving her finger in his face. “No cutting my hair and no weird magic!”
England growled and pointed to a chair. “Just sit.” Seychelles did and England took her hair out of their customary pigtails. “Do you have a brush?” he asked. She shook her head, but someone in the room threw a brush at them which landed with a clatter on the floor. “Thanks.” He picked it up and ran it through Seychelles’ hair, then stepped back. “Done.”
“Done?” Seychelles questioned, running her hand through her hair. “All you did was brush it!”
“Would you rather I do more?” England snapped.
“No, no, it’s fine,” Seychelles said quickly, shaking her head. It could have been worse, after all. “Taiwan, truth or dare?”
Taiwan thought for a moment, not sure what to choose at all. Finally, she looked up at the expectant Seychelles and quietly said, “Dare.”
“Yeah!” Seychelles fist-pumped into the air. “Glad to see you’re showing some fighting spirit. I dare you to,” she paused for dramatic effect. “Build a stack of stuff that’s taller than Russia!”
“But, Seychelles,” Taiwan laughed. “He’s much taller than I am. How am I supposed to build a stack that high once I can no longer reach?”
“I will help,” Russia offered, standing up. “I need to stand by it for measurements anyway, da?”
Taiwan nodded. “I suppose that will work.”
“Good! Get started Tai!” Seychelles exclaimed, pointing to the empty spot next to Russia.
The first thing Taiwan moved was a chair. Placing it next to Russia brought her stack to about his waist. Humming, she moved around the room, grabbing books, notebooks, boxes of food, anything that anyone was willing to donate for the cause. Finally, after standing on tip toes to toss a can of… something (she wasn’t really sure what or even if she truly wanted to know) on top, she shook her head. “I can’t go any higher. Here, Russia. Can you put this on top for me, please?” She asked, handing him a still rolled-up sleeping bag.
Russia smiled at her and took the sleeping bag, carefully placing it on top. “There. The stack is now taller than me,” he said, moving back slightly as the stack started to slant dangerously.
“Thank you, Russia,” Taiwan gave him a smile before moving away from the sharply tilting stack as well. “China. Truth or-“ she was cut off by a loud crash as the stack came tumbling down. Looking undisturbed, she repeated, “China. Truth or dare?”
Austria blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected that. “Oh. I dare you to declare that Frédéric Chopin was one of the greatest musical composers of all time.”
Switzerland raised an eyebrow. “But he wasn’t even yours!” Austria looked unconcerned and Switzerland rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever. Chopin was one of the greatest musical composers of all time,” he deadpanned. “Liechtenstein. Truth or dare?”
“Truth, brother,” Liechtenstein said softly, smiling slightly.
Switzerland’s look of annoyance melted a touch. “What is your favorite color?”
The room was filled with loud cries of “you can’t ask that! It’s too simple!” and complaints, but one sharp glare from Switzerland and it was once again silent.
Liechtenstein hid a giggle behind her hand. “Pink.” Switzerland nodded and Liechtenstein looked across the room. “Seychelles, truth or dare?”
“Dare!” Seychelles exclaimed, jumping up from her chair. “And make it a good one!”
“Hee, I’ll try,” Liechtenstein told her, laughing again. “How about…I dare you to let, erm, England! England do your hair.”
“I don’t want to do her hair,” England grumbled. Liechtenstein gave him a pleading look (emphasized by a not-so-pleading look from Switzerland) and he huffed. “Fine.”
Seychelles shook her head. “No. No way. I’m not letting jerk England-” Sealand interrupted with a “Hell yeah!” but was silenced almost immediately by Sweden “-touch my hair! Liech! I thought we were friends,” she whined.
Liechtenstein looked down at her hands. “I’m-I’m sorry Seychelles. Would you rather I gave a truth instead?”
“No,” Seychelles sighed. “But!” She rounded on England, shoving her finger in his face. “No cutting my hair and no weird magic!”
England growled and pointed to a chair. “Just sit.” Seychelles did and England took her hair out of their customary pigtails. “Do you have a brush?” he asked. She shook her head, but someone in the room threw a brush at them which landed with a clatter on the floor. “Thanks.” He picked it up and ran it through Seychelles’ hair, then stepped back. “Done.”
“Done?” Seychelles questioned, running her hand through her hair. “All you did was brush it!”
“Would you rather I do more?” England snapped.
“No, no, it’s fine,” Seychelles said quickly, shaking her head. It could have been worse, after all. “Taiwan, truth or dare?”
Taiwan thought for a moment, not sure what to choose at all. Finally, she looked up at the expectant Seychelles and quietly said, “Dare.”
“Yeah!” Seychelles fist-pumped into the air. “Glad to see you’re showing some fighting spirit. I dare you to,” she paused for dramatic effect. “Build a stack of stuff that’s taller than Russia!”
“But, Seychelles,” Taiwan laughed. “He’s much taller than I am. How am I supposed to build a stack that high once I can no longer reach?”
“I will help,” Russia offered, standing up. “I need to stand by it for measurements anyway, da?”
Taiwan nodded. “I suppose that will work.”
“Good! Get started Tai!” Seychelles exclaimed, pointing to the empty spot next to Russia.
The first thing Taiwan moved was a chair. Placing it next to Russia brought her stack to about his waist. Humming, she moved around the room, grabbing books, notebooks, boxes of food, anything that anyone was willing to donate for the cause. Finally, after standing on tip toes to toss a can of… something (she wasn’t really sure what or even if she truly wanted to know) on top, she shook her head. “I can’t go any higher. Here, Russia. Can you put this on top for me, please?” She asked, handing him a still rolled-up sleeping bag.
Russia smiled at her and took the sleeping bag, carefully placing it on top. “There. The stack is now taller than me,” he said, moving back slightly as the stack started to slant dangerously.
“Thank you, Russia,” Taiwan gave him a smile before moving away from the sharply tilting stack as well. “China. Truth or-“ she was cut off by a loud crash as the stack came tumbling down. Looking undisturbed, she repeated, “China. Truth or dare?”
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