Truth or Dare Hetalia-Style [10/10]
anonymous
March 21 2010, 02:47:46 UTC
“Dare,” Cuba grunted, turning his attention on Japan.
Japan nodded and quickly typed something on his laptop. He looked down at the screen then back up at Cuba. “I dare you to carry America around the room.”
“I’m not touching him!” Cuba shouted, shaking his head. “Gimme a truth instead.”
“You can’t change your mind!” Another voice shouted. It was quickly followed by a muttered, “Ow! Gobble gobble, you fucking bastard.”
Cuba glared in Turkey’s direction while America looked at Japan, eyes wide. Had he really thought the dare through? Didn’t he know that Cuba hated him?
“Fine!” Cuba exclaimed, stalking over and picking America up.
“Don’t drop me,” America cautioned when Cuba began stomping around the room.
“Whatever,” Cuba muttered. The circle finished, he unceremoniously dropped America back in his chair before stalking back to his own seat.
“America!” He pointed at Canada. “Tru-“
“I’m Canada,” he sighed.
Cuba blinked. Suddenly he saw that right next to the pouting America was someone who looked a lot like him…and then remembered that America had a brother. “Oh, yeah, Canada. Truth or dare?”
Canada’s smile faltered. That… was a really normal question. “Maple,” he told him, his smile growing a bit stronger again. “America,” he turned to his brother. Why he even bothered asking, he didn’t know. It was obvious what he would choose. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare, of course!” America exclaimed, having gotten over being dropped by Cuba.
Canada’s smile turned almost evil. “Fine. I dare you…” he trailed off, then waved America closer. America laughed and leaned in, and Canada whispered the dare. Protests of that being unfair floated around the room, but the brothers ignored it.
America pulled away, pale. “That’s not fair! I told you that in the strictest confidence!”
“It’s your dare, America. Do it or forfeit,” Canada said sternly. He couldn’t help but smile, though. Who knew truth or dare could be so fun?
“Fine,” America grumbled, standing stiffly. He took a deep breath and walked over to Russia. “Russia, I-I,” he trailed off, looking back at Canada. Canada crossed his arms and nodded for America to go on, grinning wickedly. America narrowed his eyes, before returning to Russia. “I-love you,” he said. Then, almost as an afterthought, he stood on tip-toe and gave Russia a peck on the cheek. The room was filled with an odd silence as he took a step back.
“Is that true, or is it only the dare?” Russia asked, his voice soft.
America flushed and turned away. “I’m never talking to Canada aga-” America’s grumbling was cut off when Russia bent down to kiss him. The room exploded into various expressions and catcalls.
Having come full circle, it was decided that the game was over.
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When the bosses returned the next morning, they were amazed at the complete and utter chaos they found surrounding the sleeping Nations. Not only had the room been nearly destroyed (with an odd pile of various items off to one side), but some of the Nations appeared to have switched clothes or were in otherwise questionable states of dress. Sleeping partners were unexpected. The food was completely devoured. On the middle of the table laid a bear.
But everyone was alive. The bosses declared the sleepover a success and went to rouse the Nations. This would have to become an annual event.
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Notes: Je me rends! -- I surrender!
If my admittedly feeble research is to be believed, the lines "Vi undrar är ni redo att vara med", "Gör som vi till denna melodi", and "Nu är vi här med caramelldansen" mean "We wonder, are you ready to join us now", "You and me can sing this melody," and "Now we are here with the Caramell dancing" respectively.
Japan nodded and quickly typed something on his laptop. He looked down at the screen then back up at Cuba. “I dare you to carry America around the room.”
“I’m not touching him!” Cuba shouted, shaking his head. “Gimme a truth instead.”
“You can’t change your mind!” Another voice shouted. It was quickly followed by a muttered, “Ow! Gobble gobble, you fucking bastard.”
Cuba glared in Turkey’s direction while America looked at Japan, eyes wide. Had he really thought the dare through? Didn’t he know that Cuba hated him?
“Fine!” Cuba exclaimed, stalking over and picking America up.
“Don’t drop me,” America cautioned when Cuba began stomping around the room.
“Whatever,” Cuba muttered. The circle finished, he unceremoniously dropped America back in his chair before stalking back to his own seat.
“America!” He pointed at Canada. “Tru-“
“I’m Canada,” he sighed.
Cuba blinked. Suddenly he saw that right next to the pouting America was someone who looked a lot like him…and then remembered that America had a brother. “Oh, yeah, Canada. Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Canada told him, smiling. Maybe he’d be asked something good!
“Erm, what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”
Canada’s smile faltered. That… was a really normal question. “Maple,” he told him, his smile growing a bit stronger again. “America,” he turned to his brother. Why he even bothered asking, he didn’t know. It was obvious what he would choose. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare, of course!” America exclaimed, having gotten over being dropped by Cuba.
Canada’s smile turned almost evil. “Fine. I dare you…” he trailed off, then waved America closer. America laughed and leaned in, and Canada whispered the dare. Protests of that being unfair floated around the room, but the brothers ignored it.
America pulled away, pale. “That’s not fair! I told you that in the strictest confidence!”
“It’s your dare, America. Do it or forfeit,” Canada said sternly. He couldn’t help but smile, though. Who knew truth or dare could be so fun?
“Fine,” America grumbled, standing stiffly. He took a deep breath and walked over to Russia. “Russia, I-I,” he trailed off, looking back at Canada. Canada crossed his arms and nodded for America to go on, grinning wickedly. America narrowed his eyes, before returning to Russia. “I-love you,” he said. Then, almost as an afterthought, he stood on tip-toe and gave Russia a peck on the cheek. The room was filled with an odd silence as he took a step back.
“Is that true, or is it only the dare?” Russia asked, his voice soft.
America flushed and turned away. “I’m never talking to Canada aga-” America’s grumbling was cut off when Russia bent down to kiss him. The room exploded into various expressions and catcalls.
Having come full circle, it was decided that the game was over.
---
When the bosses returned the next morning, they were amazed at the complete and utter chaos they found surrounding the sleeping Nations. Not only had the room been nearly destroyed (with an odd pile of various items off to one side), but some of the Nations appeared to have switched clothes or were in otherwise questionable states of dress. Sleeping partners were unexpected. The food was completely devoured. On the middle of the table laid a bear.
But everyone was alive. The bosses declared the sleepover a success and went to rouse the Nations. This would have to become an annual event.
--
Notes:
Je me rends! -- I surrender!
If my admittedly feeble research is to be believed, the lines "Vi undrar är ni redo att vara med", "Gör som vi till denna melodi", and "Nu är vi här med caramelldansen" mean "We wonder, are you ready to join us now", "You and me can sing this melody," and "Now we are here with the Caramell dancing" respectively.
And that's that. I hope you guys enjoyed! ♥
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That was amazing, anon!
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This is awesome.
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So. Damn. Funny.
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Therefore, Austria doesn't know why his cooking is full of explosions =D
And I didn't make the explosive cooking up. I swear it's there in canon xD
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Turkey's dare was also really funny, lol, as was the way Egypt got one over him. And I squealed like an idiot with the RussiAme at the end.
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