Hetalia. Truth or Dare

Ch 2

 Angel looked around at all the nations; not even one of them seemed to want to be here, or have the guts to volunteer to go first in truth or dare. She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned, it wasn't like she could force them to play...Actually.
Angel was about to start something up when a hand shot up from the circle, she looked over just as a voice pipped up. "I go first~ Da" Russia said happily as he looked as innocent as a puppy.

Angel smiled as she turned to him, grinning as she could almost imagine. "Finally someone brave enough to step up." Angel said as she looked at the other guys in the circle. They looked anywhere and everywhere trying not to make eye contact with Angel; she turned back to Russia and smile at him. "Angel will become one with Russia~Da?" Russia said as he looked up at her, Angel smile and laughed a little behind her hand.


"Maybe later, So Russia who are you going to dare?" She said as they both looked around at all the potential people to be dared. "France, truth or dare?" Russia said with a smile; France, who had been trying to get into England's pants for the last ten minutes looked up at Russia; he thought for a second, in which England took advantage of and got away from the French man. "I'll go with...Dare." France said happily.
Russia thought for a moment before looking at Angel then smiling. "I dare France to go into the closet with Angel for the full three minutes." Angel turned to Russia with a look of disbelief, Russia just smiled. "What? Russia, are you kidding me?!" Angel said loudly, she pushed Alfred's glasses up her nose as they started sliding down.
France was all too happy to go into the closet with the girl; it was true that he was in love with a certain nation, not that he was going to tell anyone, but it would be fun to have some fun with this girl; he was bi-sexual for a reason and anyone who saw this girl would agree, she wasn't ugly.
Alice looked up from playing hot hands with Italy; she saw the look on Angel's face. Suddenly an idea popped into her head; she got up and went over to Russia, she pulled on his scarf and he turned to her; she signaled him to lean down which he did. Alice whispered something into his ear which caused his creepy smile to widen, Alice stepped back. "So, what do you think?" She asked as Russia nodded as he turned back to France who had picked Angel up and held her bridal style while mentally trying to rape her.
"I didn't finish saying my dare." The whole room went silent as they waited to hear what Russia was going to say.

"France, you're not allowed to touch Angel at all." France's mouth hit the ground, Angel smiled as she took advantage of it and got out of his arms; she glanced over at Alice and gave her a thumbs up.
"B-b-but why?!" France cried out, his whole plan was shattered before he could even step into the closet with her; Angel grabbed his wrist and pulled him. Alice pulled out a timer and started it as soon as the door closed; Angel turned on the closet light as she looked around. France gave a sigh as he sat down on the ground; he was in a room with a girl and couldn't even touch her, this party really sucked. He looked up to see Angel very close to his face; he jolted up and hit his head against Angel's face.

"What was that for?!" Angel yelled out as she clutched her nose and sat back against the opposite wall, France looked at her; his gaze traveled down to the open bomber jacket to the white tank top she was wearing underneath it. France looked away as soon as she looked up, she glared at him a little but he just smile back; Angel shook her head softly as she pulled off the glasses, France gulped a little, she looked even better without the glasses.
"What are you staring at, Francis?" France looked up as the girl as she smirked and folded up the glasses.

"See something you like?" She pulled off the jacket and laid it on her lap. France shifted as he tried to avoid her gaze, Angel smirked; oh this was going to be fun. She shook her head so her hair fluffed up and leaned in closer to France, the blond man pulled away as his face went red; he had to resist touching her.
"Two minutes left!" Alice called out from the living room, Angel pulled back as she just sat looking at him; she pulled the folded up glasses and slowly slid them down her shirt and cleavage then back up as she licked her lips, France had to turn completely away from her. "Let's break some rules." Was all Angel said before she got up and turned the closet light off.

Alice looked down at the timer, they still had fifty seconds; she was a little worried, not for Angel but for France; Angel was kind of sadistic from time to time and she could hurt the French man. "I hope Angel is okay, big brother France could hurt a pretty girl like her. " Italy said, Alice looked up at the Italian and smiled.
"Don't worry Feli, Angel can take care of herself; she is strong...like Germany."

Alice said, Italy looked up at Germany and smile; Alice looked around at the other nations, England caught her eye; the English nation looked...well the closest thing she could say was angry and maybe jealous, Alice got up and went over to him; she sat next to him and looked at him worried. "Are you alright?" She asked, England flinched at the question, he turned to her with anger well written on his face but as soon as he saw the wavy haired brunette he calmed down some. "Of course I am your; sister is in a closet with the most perverted man in the world; it is not safe for a lady to be even fifty meters of him." England said but Alice could tell that wasn't what was bothering him but she decided not to force him to tell her and just hugged him. "It's alright; Angel can take care of herself." Alice said as she smiled.

Suddenly the timer went off and the closet door opened, the living room fell silent as Angel exited; she walked out with the jacket slung over her shoulder and a rose in her hand, she held it to her nose and inhaled deeply as she closed her eyes; she opened her eyes as she looked at everyone with a devious glint in her eyes, something dripped off the rose and onto the hardwood floor. Alice's eyes widened as she realized it was blood but Angel didn't look hurt, Alice ripped off the all the rose petals in one pull and threw them into the air; they fell around her as she laughed softly, she went over to sit next to Alice.

"That was fun!" Angel said as if she didn't have blood dripping down from her cheek or bloody rose petals in her hair. England looked at Alice then Angel before getting up, everyone quickly got up and made hurried over to the closet; France's hands were tied above his head on the clothes rack in the closet with a bootlace, his shirt was unbuttoned and he had a bleeding slash in the form of an A in the middle of his chest. Everyone looked at him then back to Angel who was pulling the petals out of her hair with Alice's help, they looked back at France who blew some hair out of his face and smiled. "No woman can resist France; I am the nation of love for a reason." He said as everyone noticed a bright red lipstick kiss on his cheek. "I didn't touch her but she kissed me." England went over and started to untie the French man. "Bloody git, you deserve this; I'm just sad I couldn't get it on video."

England said as he finally was able to untie France, the French man just smile. "So you wanted proof of our love making, are you jealous Arthur?" Suddenly a brown boot went flying though the air and smacked France in the face, England turned back to see Angel who was streamed and missing a boot. "Shut up you idiot, you know nothing happened in the closet except I tied you up, slashed your chest and kissed your cheek." Angel said as she went over and took her boot back and the lace that she used on France, she looked into the closet at the blood splatter walls. "We'll have to use the bathroom for the rest of the game of truth or dare, alright back to the living room. France it's your turn to ask someone truth or dare." Angel said as everyone started to walk back to living room, Alice just sighed as she went and sat next England.