Forgotten Memory (Hetalia*Oc Fanfic)

Chapter 7

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story, it's plot, and my OC Red. Which sadly does not include Hetalia or its characters. Anyway on with the story where Red is about to be dared by England to do something. 

Red's POV: 

"Alright then I dare you to hug Romano" England said and I frowned while Romano huffed in annoyance.

"For the record England you used to be one of my second favorites" I said before I stood and walked over to Romano. "Sorry but I got to do it." I hugged him and backed up after giving him a quick pat to the head in apology but made sure to avoid the curl.

"Okay so now that Romano and I's personal space was invaded it's my turn." I said and looked around before looking at a certain Italian who looked really excited when I looked at him. "Okay Italy truth or dare?" I asked smirking hoping he'd chose the latter.

"I chose dare!" He said with no hesitation and I smirked even bigger.

"Okay then Italy you are dared to sit on Germany's lap for the rest of the game!" I said and gave him my best innocent closed eye smile.

"Okay!" He said and sat on a blushing German's lap while I chuckled along with Prussia who winked at his brother while Romano began grumbling about... potatoes?

"Alright Italy it's your turn." I said and Italy gave an innocent look to England and said,

"England you already did a truth so you have to do a dare... I dare you to touch America's cowlick!" He said sweetly and I was wide eyed as I began to fangirl, on the inside of course. I may not have picked a ship for England yet but hey pickers can't be choosers right?

Everyone was shocked and stared at the pasta loving country like he had grown an extra head.

"I-italy dude please change it to something else I'm begging you." America said pleading but only got another sweet smile in return

"No it's a dare so he has to do it." Italy said opening his eyes and giving England a 'do it or you're a weakling' kind of look.

"Italy are you sure that you want me to do this? Please reconsider!" England said defeat evident in his voice.

"Nope." Italy said 'popping' the p sound

"Fine" England said blushing so much that it brought shame to Romano's tomatoes.

Everyone was silent as the once proud empire walked dejectedly towards his former colony. I smiled as I saw Hungary grab a box of tissues and Japan take out his camera ready to take a picture. England cleared his throat stopping in front of America as the younger nation grabbed onto the closest thing to him, a pillow, like it was a matter of life and death. England reached forward, barely poking it with his index finger before leaping back and hiding behind a couch.

America's face became even redder than England's face as his face went from embarrassed to lustful and my eyes widened as he clutched the pillow so hard it exploded in a shower of fluff. I bit my lip to keep in a squeal that wanted to escape and everyone was just waiting for something to happen. Thankfully though America soon got over his lustful state (A/N: lol sorry no kisses for you Usuk shippers yet!) and after a lot of coaxing England rejoined us but sat as far from the still blushing American as possible.

"Alright England it's your turn again." I said and turned mouthing to Japan 'send me some copies' before refocusing on the former empire who of course looked really thoughtful.

"Okay um since I know she's here listening, Belarus I want you to punch Russia." Russia's eyes widened in fear and he turned to find her right behind him.