Hetalia: Aki-con, da?

Truth or dare?

I had to suppress a gasp as I entered the room. My eyes widened as I scanned over the cosplayers that lay in front of me. America, England, France, China and the one and only Russia sat in the center of the room.  They were all the best, the most perfect, and the hottest cosplayers I have ever seen in my entire life. No, the hottest people I have ever seen. All eyes were glued on me and my eyes were well, guess who they were glued on?

The Russia cosplayer was all too perfect and I could only help but believe he was real. The second our eyes locked something flashed across his face. He looked away and whispered something in the China cosplayer’s ear who nodded. He then said something back. They both seemed tense for some reason.  Wonder what that was about… Shrugging it off I took a shaky step forward.

“Dude! Finally someone!” I shrunk back slightly at how loud the America cosplayer was.

“H-Hi.” I said shyly.

“Come on dudette. Sit, sit.” America patted the spot next to him. After standing there for another minute I finally mentally smacked myself really hard.

This is a once in a life time chance soldier! Don’t shy away from this opportunity! Woman up and do this! Look at that God damn beautiful Russian for Christ sake. Are you going to let that slip by? No! You’re not! Go!

Once I had finished my prep talk in my mind I slowly made my way over to America. Sitting down next to him I placed my legs to the side so that no one could look up my skirt.

“Well what do we have here?” I looked up to find England staring at me. I was shocked because he had a perfect English accent. “Looks like a female Russia wandered in here.” His voice held slight mocking and I couldn’t help but snarl at him in response. I don’t normally snarl but I just never liked the character England. The second I saw him on the show I just took an immediate disliking to him.

Okay, let me explain a little, about the female Russia thing that is. I was cosplaying as Fem!Russia, also known as Anya Braginski for all three days of Aki-con.

“Yeah, what about it?” I asked back. He raised a bushy eyebrow. He didn’t respond, instead America said something.

“I see we’re all going to be bestiest!” I shook my head with a small smile. Typical America. “Let’s play truth or dare!”

“Why must I be here?” England whined.

“I don’t know about you Angleterre but I’m not scared of a little game.” France said with a sly smirk on his face. He had a perfect French accent just like England had an English accent. Wow.

 I narrowed my eyes on the French man. There was something about him that I just couldn’t place…

“Why you-“ England started.

“England, truth or dare?” I cut him off. They all stared at me but didn’t say anything.

“W-What?” He shouted.

 I imitated Frances smirk. “You heard me.”

Letting out an angry huff England crossed his arms over his chest. “Dare.”

 I blinked a few times. I was sure he was going to say truth but okay. Placing my hand under my chin I had to think about something. Then I remember what one of my friends and I did once. “You have to say ‘In my pants’ after everything you say.” The room was silent before America burst out laughing and England’s face was enveloped in a dark blush.

“I b-beg your pardon?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“You forgot something.” I pointed out.

“In my pants….” America’s laughter only got worse as France joined in. I couldn’t help but suppress a chuckle myself.

“Bloody twits, the lot of you.” He muttered. I rolled my hands over each other in a motion that said ‘go on’. He let out an over exaggerated groan.

“In my pants. Happy?”

“Very.”

“You’re so immature.” He seethed angrily at me. I shrugged my shoulders.

“I didn’t have much of a childhood, what can I say?” He gave me a curious look but didn’t pry.

“Bro, Britain. You, like, gotta go dude.” America said, recovering from his laughter.

“Fine,” He grunted. I could tell he wanted to ask me but you’re not allowed to ask the person who just did you. “Frog… in my pants”

“You have a frog in your pants?” I teased playfully as a grin grew on my face. England shot me a death glare and was about to say some come back when he was cut off.

“What is it Angleterre?” France perked up at the sound of his rude nickname.

“Don’t call me that!” England shouted in raged. France only ignored him, blowing him off with a wave of his hand. With a sigh England asked the question, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare of course.” France grinned as he said so.

“Well then…” Obviously he hadn’t prepared anything. Scanning the room he looked high and low for something, anything. Then his eyes once more gave to land on me.

“You’re a girl.” He stated.

I rolled my eyes in response. “I had no idea.”

He ignored my sarcasm. “Do you have any make-up with you?” I furrowed my eye brows together in confusion. What was he planning? Out of curiosity I reluctantly handed my make-up over to him. The only reason I had it with me was because I was cosplayer. If I wasn’t I wouldn’t be.

Taking the small bag from me he opened it up and stared going through my stuff. “Frog.” He said as he continued searching for something. “I dare you to let me draw on your face with make-up.”