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Walking up to a cobweb covered door you grab the skull knocker and bang it against the wood.

"Hey Dudette, you made it!" Alfred calls out excitedly as he opens the door and gives you a bone crushing hug. "But where's your costume?"

"Alfred.....can't......breathe," you wheeze hands slapping ineffectively at his back. "Al....fred....."

"Let her go, you git," Arthur orders as he passes by, smacking the back of Alfred's head.

"Oh, sorry (y/n)," Alfred chuckles sheepishly as he releases you. "So where's your costume?" You cough a bit as you try to draw air into your poor deprived lungs.

"You didn't really give me much notice so I went with 'homicidal maniac'," you chuckle breathlessly at his shocked expression. "They look just like everyone else, ya know?" Alfred gives his usual boisterous laugh as he stands to the side to let you enter, but you could hear a slight nervous edge to it which made you grin broadly. "I'm guessing you dressed up as Clark Kent?" He nods excitedly, pleased you recognized his costume. It was rather easy considering you could see the emblem of his favorite Superman T-shirt showing through the fabric of his white dress shirt. Walking inside you look around to see where everyone was.

On the couch you could see Feli and Kiku sitting together with Ludwig nearby getting pestered by his older brother. Over by the stairs you saw Lovino trying to fend off an oblivious Spaniard from hugging him. As you enter the kitchen to get a drink you encounter Francis harassing Arthur, but upon seeing you enter he turns his attention to you.

"Ah, bon nuit mon amie. Ça vas?" He says sauntering over to you.

"Francis we've been over this, 'please no speaking in a language I don't understand,'" you respond grabbing a glass and dipping out some punch.

Placing a hand to his chest he affected an affronted expression, "Ma belle, I merely was asking how you were this fine night."

Arthur scoffs, "Can it you bloody frog. The lady clearly doesn't wish to associate herself with your slimy presence." This statement causes Francis to turn back to Arthur and an argument promptly ensues. Shaking your head you head back to the main area where you see Ivan towering over Yao.

"Hey Ivan, Yao. How are the two of you?" You ask taking a sip of your drink.

"Привет Подсолнечное,"Ivan greets smiling as he holds his arms open for a hug.
(Privet Podsolnechnika/Hello Sunflower)

Yao smiles and nods at you while you give Ivan a hug, "你好 (y/n)."
(Nǐ hǎo/ hello)

You return his smile fondly, "So are the two of you doing okay?"

Ivan nods, still smiling, while Yao shrugs noncommittally. "I notice that everyone but Alfred and I are in historical costumes," you chuckle.

"When you live as long as we do you see that everything will come back into use. Such as using former everyday wear as a costume," Yao sighs.

"That's still pretty cool. I love looking at different world fashions from different ages. It really reminds you how things change and evolve," you catch yourself before you begin rambling. "Anyways I wonder what we're going to do at this party. At one of Alfred's parties there's always something," you roll your eyes at the last bit remembering some of his more outrageous events.

"Like when everyone was playing cards and had to remove clothes if they lost," Ivan hums, "that was quite amusing. Or playing Twister and everyone fell onto one another. I fell in top of F-"

"What's this crazy commie telling you?" Alfred laughs playfully pushing Ivan's arm. On anyone else that push would've knocked them down, but the towering Russian barely moved a step.

"We were discussing your ridiculous party games, Fredka," Ivan replies giving a closed eyed smile.

"Hey! You guys liked some of those," Alfred objects pouting. "Well I got a new one tonight....okay it's actually a combination of a few games, but whatever!" He laughs as he does his "hero pose". Grabbing your wrist he drags you to a big open area yelling to the others, "FOLLOW ME!"

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After everyone had settled in a circle Alfred grabbed a bottle of vodka from the kitchen and set it on its side in the middle. "Alright," Alfred calls clapping his hands together, "this is a mix between 'Truth or Dare' and 'Spin the Bottle'. We spin the bottle and then the person who it lands on has to choose truth or dare. If they absolutely don't want to answer or do the dare then they pour a shot from the bottle and do that instead. Be warned this is the highest quality I could get a hold of." Alfred snickers at the last bit and Ivan makes a small purr of approval. "I'll spin the bottle to see who goes first." Feli raises his hand and Alfred points at him, "Yes Feli?"

"Ve~ Does the-a person you spin on choose?"

"Nah they spin and then whoever they land on has to choose," Alfred laughs and spins the bottle. Feli smiles and nods until the bottle lands on him. Reaching out he gives the bottle a little twist causing it to spin slowly. After a few rotations it lands on his brother who starts cursing in Italian under his breath.

"Fratello, truth or-a dare ve~" Feli chirps.

"Dare," Lovino spits out with a glare.

"Ve ~ then I-a dare you to give Mr. Spain a big-a hug," the younger Italian giggles. Muttering more curses the elder Italian trudges over to where a beaming Antonio sits, arms spread wide.

"Don't think this means anything, bastardo," Lovino growls while blushing.

"Of course not," Antonio sighs happily. From your seat beside Toni you could see Lovi relax into the hug for a minute, a small smile barely visible from where he's tucked into the Spaniard's shoulder. Suddenly stiffening he shoves Antonio away and stomps back to his seat beside Elizabeta. Strangely there's an empty seat on the other side of him.For some reason there's also an odd fuzziness around that spot, but after rubbing your eyes to try to clear them you just resign yourself to a trip to the eye doctor.

Plopping down into his spot his gives the bottle a vicious twist. It flies off across the floor spinning wildly before smacking into Arthur's leg with the end pointing at his foot. "Truth or dare, Tea Bastardo," Lovino demands, "and yes everyone will think less of you if you choose truth." Huffing in affront but not wanting to seem weak, especially in comparison to an cowardly Italian, Arthur finally chooses dare. Grinning evilly Lovino gives an malicious chuckle, "Kiss the wine and burger bastards." Arthur blanches and immediately takes two shots in quick succession. Taking a deep breath Arthur places the bottle back in the center of our rough circle and gives it a twist. It spins for a while before finally slowing to a stop.

Arthur looks up at you, "(Y/N), do you choose truth or dare?" You chew your lip thinking over the pros and cons. "It doesn't matter which one you choose," he adds in a gentle tone, "unlike what Romano said to me no one will think less of you."

"Lovi's full of shit. Give me a dare!" You declare over Lovino's outraged sputterings.

Arthur nods, "Very well, I have an easy one for you. I would like you to eat one of my scones." As he goes into the kitchen Alfred pours you a shot.

"Dude, might as well get one ready for you," he chuckles. Arthur returns with a small plate and a cup of tea in hand, sitting down he holds them out to you. "Aww man! " Alfred guffaws, "What did you bring her? A hockey puck? Did you grab a charcoal briquette from my grill?" By the end Alfred is rolling on the ground laughing and Arthur is red from fury. Neither notice you taking a breath to brace for the alcohol's burn before downing the shot in one go.

To your surprise it actually goes down with nearly no burn, almost like mineral water. Reaching forward you spin the bottle and it lands on Alfred. Giving a small giggle you reach across Francis to poke at Alfred, "Al is your turn."

He grabs at a balloon and takes a short inhale before squeaking, "Really?"

"Yup," you snicker, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," he eeps after another hit.

You give a sly look towards Arthur before responding, "Show your time growing up with Iggy and recite some English poetry. England's English mind, not American."

Alfred closes his eyes and takes a deep drag from his balloon before calmly reciting, "Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore. While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more.' "

Taking another breath from the balloon he continues, "Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow. Sorrow for the lost Lenore.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; so that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; this it is and nothing more.'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, 'Sir,' said I, 'or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; but the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, that I scarce was sure I heard you.'

Here I opened wide the door; darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; but the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, and the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Lenore?'

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning. Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice; let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore. Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; ’tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, in there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; but, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door. Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door.

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, by the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore, tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!' "

He steadily continues with the poem, never opening his eyes, and taking regular breaths from his balloon to keep his voice squeaky. Finally he finishes the long poem and opens his eyes, letting the little bit of helium left in the balloon out. Amazingly he did the entire thing with a impassive face leaving the more light hearted people (such as Feli, Francis, Gil, Toni) laughing their collective asses off while the rest stare in shock and Arthur fumes. Oddly the only one who doesn't seem surprised is Ivan.

"A-at least he did 'The Raven' with his eyes closed so we-we know he wasn't cheating by using those Google search glasses. I-imaging if he did 'She walks in beauty' while looking at y-you," you try consoling him while giggling uncontrollably. Arthur glares daggers at both you and Alfred while blushing furiously. Setting aside the balloon Alfred sets the bottle spinning again. It lands on Elizabeta.

"Dare," the Hungaria woman immediately snaps, glaring at him with a stony "you better not mess with me" look. She then remains silent as she waits for Alfred to come up with something. To everyone's confusion the American stands and walks out of the room. After a few minutes he returns with a box of jelly beans.

"Okay dude these beans are a trick and a treat," he grins widely while rattling the box, "I was saving them for Arty," the English man shoots him a sour look while possibly muttering obscenities, "but since I haven't gotten him I'll use them on you! All you have to do is pick one and eat it."

"All I have to do is eat a candy," Eliza asks suspiciously.

"Yup!" Alfred pops the p at the end of the word, "and hope that it's a good flavor instead of a trick one. Butter popcorn can actually be vomit, green apple can be grass, fruit punch can be-"

"I get the idea," Elizabeta interrupts grabbing the box and selecting a bean without looking. Keeping her eyes closed she pops a brown bean into her mouth and chews quickly. Making a disgusted face she swallows and quickly drinks a shot of vodka. "That tasted like shit," she says shaking her head.

"Considering that you ate a brown looking bean I figured you would get chocolate or a turd," you replied sympathetically. She shakes her head again before spinning the bottle. It lands of Feliciano who smiles and waves.

She returns the smile and asks, "Truth or dare?"

"Tru-"

"Don't be an unawesome pussy!" Gilbert calls out jokingly which earns him a smack to the back of the head from Eliza causing nearly everyone to laugh.

"D-dare?" Feli queries uncertainly looking around the circle.

"You don't have to do a date if you don't want to," Elizabeta assures him gently while Gilbert complains about the hit.

Feli shakes his head and repeats his previous choice, " I-a choose dare."

"Okay then...." Elizabeta looks around the circle of people, "I dare you to kiss both Kiku and Yao." Feli shrugges and smiles while his brother fumes and swears in Italian. Lazily getting to his feet Feli walks over to Yao and crouches before him. From your vantage point all you can see is the back of Feli's head, but when you glance at Kiku he looks ready to kill. His face is calm, but his eyes are intense which makes it all the more unnerving. When you look back at Feli he's making his way back to his seat. Placing a hand on Kiku's shoulder he leans over and gives him a quick peck on the lips causing the reserved Japanese man to blush madly and clench his hands in the fabric of his pants. Settling back into his place Feli carelessly gives the bottle a twist.

Watching the twirling bottle you wonder what will happen next. Finally it slows to a stop pointing at Ivan. Jumping to hide behind Ludwig Feli squeaks out, "T-truth or d-dare?"

"Truth," Ivan replies slowly after a moment of thought, his usual small smile on his face though there was a mild look of warning in his eyes. Feli mumbles something incomprehensible. Ivan sighs, "Come comrade, speak up. We cannot hear you."

Popping up over Ludwig's shoulder Feli practically shouts, "Do-a you-you like anyone in-a t-this room!" He blanches and he drops back down with a small "ve~"

"Ahhaha," Ivan laughs, "I like many people here. You are all my friends, da?" A squeak from behind Germany was the only response. Shrugging Ivan reaches for the bottle and gives it a twist. Yao sighs as he sees it pointing at him. Smiling at the smaller male beside him Ivan states, "You are to recite some Chinese poetry."

"Dude you're supposed to give them a choice!" Alfred laughs.

Ivan shrugs, "Nearly everyone is choosing dare. I did not see point of asking."

"Personally I would love to hear some poems from his home," you chime in leaning onto your hands, stretching your back. "It's a better dare than having people kiss someone nearly every other turn."

"I do not mind," Yao sighs, slightly exasperated. "Give me a moment to think of one."

Ivan chuckles, "You could do the one you talked of earlier."

Yao rolls his eyes, "Fine..." He looks towards you and you lock gazes,
"王维《红豆》
红豆生南国，
春来发几枝。
愿君多采撷，
此物最相思。"

"I don't know what the heck you said but that was beautiful," you whisper. He blushes a bit and spins the bottle. It lands on Francis who he dares to kiss Arthur. You laugh as Arthur tries to escape Alfred's sudden restraining grip. "Really, Yao?"

"Your previous comment made me think of it," he shrugged unapologetically. Francis merely kisses the palm of Arthur's hand. They stare at him in shock, or perhaps disbelief.

"Seriously Francis?," You call out teasingly, "I thought you were a master of kissing."

He looks at you aghast placing a hand on his chest, "I will not force myself on others when I'm not wanted. It was not specified where the kiss had to be placed, and I am a gentleman," Arthur snorts derisively earning himself a glare, "despite what prudes decide to believe." Arthur draws himself up as if to argue, but Alfred intervenes.

"Dudes..." he feels few glares from the sparse female attendees. "And Dudettes," he quickly adds, "since everyone is already kissing let's just play 10 minutes in heaven!"

"I thought it was 7 minutes," someone calls out.

Alfred shrugs lazily, "I always thought that was too short."

"I always played it as 30," Francis laughs.

"That's too long," you shout, deciding to add your two cents, "we want to finish some time tonight."

"Mood," Alfred calls out in agreement.

"Like you know anything about the mood of a room," Arthur scoffs.

"It means he, like, totally agrees with what she says," Feliks says plopping between you and Francis.

"Feliks," you shout giving him a hug, "when'd you get here?"

He returns the hug, "I was here, like, ages ago. I heard that white haired idiot, like, talking about pussies that he so totally knows nothing about," German obscenities come from the albino in question. "Anyways I got a text invite from a number I, like, don't even know, like maybe, half an hour before that and headed over. I totally don't need a costume cuz, like, why would I want to be anyone other than myself." He gives his hair a flip and you were drunk enough to easily imagine a fancy "BITCH I'M FABULOUS" sign over his head causing you to giggle. "Well let's totally get this game started. I'll, like, hold the hat, bag, or whatever. I totally, like, don't want to risk being stuck with Braginsky," he glares over at Ivan who coolly returns the look.

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"Alright let's get this game rolling," Alfred announces passing a patched pillowcase full of items to Feliks, "the rules are-"

"Shut up already, Burger Bastardo, and let us play !" Lovino yells.

"I hope you get Ludwig," Alfred states calmly causing Lovi to sputter in Italian as he continues, "Anyways you draw an item from the bag, show everyone, and whoever item that is goes into the closet. Since everyone put something in everyone will go in twice and if you get your own put it back. After 10 minutes, and no I'm not doing longer so don't start, we open the door irregardless-"

"That not a real word. It's a double negative so it makes no sense," someone objects.

Ignoring or simply not hearing the voice Alfred talks over the latest interruption, "of what you could be doing in there. If you absolutely refuse to go in there with the other person you'll take 5 shots." He waved a hand a the row of glasses in the middle. "This applies only to the person who draws the item. If we hear screams though we will come and investigate. Let's get going." Spinning the bottle to pick who goes first it lands on Feli again.

Shrugging Feli reaches into the bag and pulls out a small, worn toy soldier. Holding it over his head causes Arthur to tear up and Ivan to glare at Feli. "Dude, you got my item," Alfred laughs. Apparently feeling the glare Feli looks around and sees Ivan dark aura surrounding him. Throwing the item at Alfred he quickly does the 5 shots and hides behind Ludwig again. Catching the old toy Alfred pouts, "Dude..... I didn't know I was that bad."

As the night wears on you doze against Toni's shoulder until you're awakened by Elizabeta yelling at Gilbert. Seeing Alfred run to the closet to rescue the Prussian you straighten. The bag gets shoved into your face and you look up to see a smirking Feliks. "Here (y/n) I've, like, totally decided is your turn." Yawning you reach into the bag and pull out a fuzzy panda keychain. Holding it up you wait for someone to claim it.

Standing up Yao walks over to you, "That would be mine, aru, but you can keep it if you like." Standing to stretch you stick it in your pocket and drift towards the now empty closet. Along the way you hear Ivan tell Yao that he'd better not hurt "his little sunflower" or he would be quite displeased. Shaking your head you plop onto the floor and lean against some long coats cushioning the wall. Yao closes the door softly behind him covering the two of you in darkness and sits down opposite and sits down opposite you.

"So what should we do," you ask suppressing another yawn. You watch the vague outline of Yao's head tilt.

"Don't you know how to pay the game, aru?"

You scoff, "Yeah, but that doesn't mean we have to do anything like that. If you don't want to I don't wanna make our friendship awkward because of Alfred's stupid games." You hear him mutter something in Chinese.

"What was that?"

"What if I would like to do that?" He blurts out, "What if I had feelings for you and wanted to make them known and had been encouraged to do so?" Stunned you silently stare at the slightly darker space across from you. Swearing softly Yao shuffles a little closer. "(Y/n) if I have said anything untoward I'm sorry. I just-" Your hand on his neck stops him in his tracks. Admittedly you had been aiming for his arm or shoulder, but this works as well.

"Yao it's fine. When we first met I thought you were quite cute," he sputters a bit, as if mildly offended to be called cute, but you talk over him, "and since we had walked in on you training without a shirt I could never see how anyone could mistake you for a woman." He shuts up after that and you could feel the heat of a blush under your fingers. "But I thought you didn't like me as anything more than a friend so I resolved myself to only see you as that as well." You removed your hand from him to cover a yawn, "Excuse me."

"No, you're fine. We can continue talking about this later. It's enough for me to know you may feel similarly, aru." You could hear the smile in his words. "The floor is hard so, if you like, you can rest in my lap?" You hum an assent and crawl onto his lap. Gathering you into his arms he hums a soft melody and you fall asleep.

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Ivan opens the door to the closet and sees Yao propped in a corner with (y/n) curled in his lap asleep. There was a faint tremor as Yao sat there biting his lip, but that could've been due to his legs falling asleep or restraining his squees at how cute he thought a sleeping (y/n). "It went well," Ivan nods observing the scene, his faint dark aura dispersing. Yao nods and stands slowly trying not to awaken the woman in his arms while shifting his grip.

"I need to ask Alfred if he had a spare room I can put her in, aru," Yao whispers as he passes the Russian." Ivan nods his agreement looking softly down at his friends.

"I will do that, comrade," he rumbles. "Fredka would only wake her."

"谢谢."(Xièxiè/Thank you)

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Walking up to a cobweb covered door you grab the skull knocker and bang it against the wood.

"Hey Dudette, you made it!" Alfred calls out excitedly as he opens the door and gives you a bone crushing hug. "But where's your costume?"

"Alfred.....can't......breathe," you wheeze hands slapping ineffectively at his back. "Al....fred....."

"Let her go, you git," Arthur orders as he passes by, smacking the back of Alfred's head.

"Oh, sorry (y/n)," Alfred chuckles sheepishly as he releases you. "So where's your costume?" You cough a bit as you try to draw air into your poor deprived lungs.

"You didn't really give me much notice so I went with 'homicidal maniac'," you chuckle breathlessly at his shocked expression. "They look just like everyone else, ya know?" Alfred gives his usual boisterous laugh as he stands to the side to let you enter, but you could hear a slight nervous edge to it which made you grin broadly. "I'm guessing you dressed up as Clark Kent?" He nods excitedly, pleased you recognized his costume. It was rather easy considering you could see the emblem of his favorite Superman T-shirt showing through the fabric of his white dress shirt. Walking inside you look around to see where everyone was.

On the couch you could see Feli and Kiku sitting together with Ludwig nearby getting pestered by his older brother. Over by the stairs you saw Lovino trying to fend off an oblivious Spaniard from hugging him. As you enter the kitchen to get a drink you encounter Francis harassing Arthur, but upon seeing you enter he turns his attention to you.

"Ah, bon nuit mon amie. Ça vas?" He says sauntering over to you.

"Francis we've been over this, 'please no speaking in a language I don't understand,'" you respond grabbing a glass and dipping out some punch.

Placing a hand to his chest he affected an affronted expression, "Ma belle, I merely was asking how you were this fine night."

Arthur scoffs, "Can it you bloody frog. The lady clearly doesn't wish to associate herself with your slimy presence." This statement causes Francis to turn back to Arthur and an argument promptly ensues. Shaking your head you head back to the main area where you see Ivan towering over Yao.

"Hey Ivan, Yao. How are the two of you?" You ask taking a sip of your drink.

"Привет Подсолнечное,"Ivan greets smiling as he holds his arms open for a hug.
(Privet Podsolnechnika/Hello Sunflower)

Yao smiles and nods at you while you give Ivan a hug, "你好 (y/n)."
(Nǐ hǎo/ hello)

You return his smile fondly, "So are the two of you doing okay?"

Ivan nods, still smiling, while Yao shrugs noncommittally. "I notice that everyone but Alfred and I are in historical costumes," you chuckle.

"When you live as long as we do you see that everything will come back into use. Such as using former everyday wear as a costume," Yao sighs.

"That's still pretty cool. I love looking at different world fashions from different ages. It really reminds you how things change and evolve," you catch yourself before you begin rambling. "Anyways I wonder what we're going to do at this party. At one of Alfred's parties there's always something," you roll your eyes at the last bit remembering some of his more outrageous events.

"Like when everyone was playing cards and had to remove clothes if they lost," Ivan hums, "that was quite amusing. Or playing Twister and everyone fell onto one another. I fell in top of F-"

"What's this crazy commie telling you?" Alfred laughs playfully pushing Ivan's arm. On anyone else that push would've knocked them down, but the towering Russian barely moved a step.

"We were discussing your ridiculous party games, Fredka," Ivan replies giving a closed eyed smile.

"Hey! You guys liked some of those," Alfred objects pouting. "Well I got a new one tonight....okay it's actually a combination of a few games, but whatever!" He laughs as he does his "hero pose". Grabbing your wrist he drags you to a big open area yelling to the others, "FOLLOW ME!"

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After everyone had settled in a circle Alfred grabbed a bottle of vodka from the kitchen and set it on its side in the middle. "Alright," Alfred calls clapping his hands together, "this is a mix between 'Truth or Dare' and 'Spin the Bottle'. We spin the bottle and then the person who it lands on has to choose truth or dare. If they absolutely don't want to answer or do the dare then they pour a shot from the bottle and do that instead. Be warned this is the highest quality I could get a hold of." Alfred snickers at the last bit and Ivan makes a small purr of approval. "I'll spin the bottle to see who goes first." Feli raises his hand and Alfred points at him, "Yes Feli?"

"Ve~ Does the-a person you spin on choose?"

"Nah they spin and then whoever they land on has to choose," Alfred laughs and spins the bottle. Feli smiles and nods until the bottle lands on him. Reaching out he gives the bottle a little twist causing it to spin slowly. After a few rotations it lands on his brother who starts cursing in Italian under his breath.

"Fratello, truth or-a dare ve~" Feli chirps.

"Dare," Lovino spits out with a glare.

"Ve ~ then I-a dare you to give Mr. Spain a big-a hug," the younger Italian giggles. Muttering more curses the elder Italian trudges over to where a beaming Antonio sits, arms spread wide.

"Don't think this means anything, bastardo," Lovino growls while blushing.

"Of course not," Antonio sighs happily. From your seat beside Toni you could see Lovi relax into the hug for a minute, a small smile barely visible from where he's tucked into the Spaniard's shoulder. Suddenly stiffening he shoves Antonio away and stomps back to his seat beside Elizabeta. Strangely there's an empty seat on the other side of him.For some reason there's also an odd fuzziness around that spot, but after rubbing your eyes to try to clear them you just resign yourself to a trip to the eye doctor.

Plopping down into his spot his gives the bottle a vicious twist. It flies off across the floor spinning wildly before smacking into Arthur's leg with the end pointing at his foot. "Truth or dare, Tea Bastardo," Lovino demands, "and yes everyone will think less of you if you choose truth." Huffing in affront but not wanting to seem weak, especially in comparison to an cowardly Italian, Arthur finally chooses dare. Grinning evilly Lovino gives an malicious chuckle, "Kiss the wine and burger bastards." Arthur blanches and immediately takes two shots in quick succession. Taking a deep breath Arthur places the bottle back in the center of our rough circle and gives it a twist. It spins for a while before finally slowing to a stop.

Arthur looks up at you, "(Y/N), do you choose truth or dare?" You chew your lip thinking over the pros and cons. "It doesn't matter which one you choose," he adds in a gentle tone, "unlike what Romano said to me no one will think less of you."

"Lovi's full of shit. Give me a dare!" You declare over Lovino's outraged sputterings.

Arthur nods, "Very well, I have an easy one for you. I would like you to eat one of my scones." As he goes into the kitchen Alfred pours you a shot.

"Dude, might as well get one ready for you," he chuckles. Arthur returns with a small plate and a cup of tea in hand, sitting down he holds them out to you. "Aww man! " Alfred guffaws, "What did you bring her? A hockey puck? Did you grab a charcoal briquette from my grill?" By the end Alfred is rolling on the ground laughing and Arthur is red from fury. Neither notice you taking a breath to brace for the alcohol's burn before downing the shot in one go.

To your surprise it actually goes down with nearly no burn, almost like mineral water. Reaching forward you spin the bottle and it lands on Alfred. Giving a small giggle you reach across Francis to poke at Alfred, "Al is your turn."

He grabs at a balloon and takes a short inhale before squeaking, "Really?"

"Yup," you snicker, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," he eeps after another hit.

You give a sly look towards Arthur before responding, "Show your time growing up with Iggy and recite some English poetry. England's English mind, not American."

Alfred closes his eyes and takes a deep drag from his balloon before calmly reciting, "Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore. While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more.' "

Taking another breath from the balloon he continues, "Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow. Sorrow for the lost Lenore.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; so that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; this it is and nothing more.'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, 'Sir,' said I, 'or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; but the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, that I scarce was sure I heard you.'

Here I opened wide the door; darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; but the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, and the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Lenore?'

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning. Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice; let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore. Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; ’tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, in there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; but, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door. Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door.

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, by the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore, tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!' "

He steadily continues with the poem, never opening his eyes, and taking regular breaths from his balloon to keep his voice squeaky. Finally he finishes the long poem and opens his eyes, letting the little bit of helium left in the balloon out. Amazingly he did the entire thing with a impassive face leaving the more light hearted people (such as Feli, Francis, Gil, Toni) laughing their collective asses off while the rest stare in shock and Arthur fumes. Oddly the only one who doesn't seem surprised is Ivan.

"A-at least he did 'The Raven' with his eyes closed so we-we know he wasn't cheating by using those Google search glasses. I-imaging if he did 'She walks in beauty' while looking at y-you," you try consoling him while giggling uncontrollably. Arthur glares daggers at both you and Alfred while blushing furiously. Setting aside the balloon Alfred sets the bottle spinning again. It lands on Elizabeta.

"Dare," the Hungaria woman immediately snaps, glaring at him with a stony "you better not mess with me" look. She then remains silent as she waits for Alfred to come up with something. To everyone's confusion the American stands and walks out of the room. After a few minutes he returns with a box of jelly beans.

"Okay dude these beans are a trick and a treat," he grins widely while rattling the box, "I was saving them for Arty," the English man shoots him a sour look while possibly muttering obscenities, "but since I haven't gotten him I'll use them on you! All you have to do is pick one and eat it."

"All I have to do is eat a candy," Eliza asks suspiciously.

"Yup!" Alfred pops the p at the end of the word, "and hope that it's a good flavor instead of a trick one. Butter popcorn can actually be vomit, green apple can be grass, fruit punch can be-"

"I get the idea," Elizabeta interrupts grabbing the box and selecting a bean without looking. Keeping her eyes closed she pops a brown bean into her mouth and chews quickly. Making a disgusted face she swallows and quickly drinks a shot of vodka. "That tasted like shit," she says shaking her head.

"Considering that you ate a brown looking bean I figured you would get chocolate or a turd," you replied sympathetically. She shakes her head again before spinning the bottle. It lands of Feliciano who smiles and waves.

She returns the smile and asks, "Truth or dare?"

"Tru-"

"Don't be an unawesome pussy!" Gilbert calls out jokingly which earns him a smack to the back of the head from Eliza causing nearly everyone to laugh.

"D-dare?" Feli queries uncertainly looking around the circle.

"You don't have to do a date if you don't want to," Elizabeta assures him gently while Gilbert complains about the hit.

Feli shakes his head and repeats his previous choice, " I-a choose dare."

"Okay then...." Elizabeta looks around the circle of people, "I dare you to kiss both Kiku and Yao." Feli shrugges and smiles while his brother fumes and swears in Italian. Lazily getting to his feet Feli walks over to Yao and crouches before him. From your vantage point all you can see is the back of Feli's head, but when you glance at Kiku he looks ready to kill. His face is calm, but his eyes are intense which makes it all the more unnerving. When you look back at Feli he's making his way back to his seat. Placing a hand on Kiku's shoulder he leans over and gives him a quick peck on the lips causing the reserved Japanese man to blush madly and clench his hands in the fabric of his pants. Settling back into his place Feli carelessly gives the bottle a twist.

Watching the twirling bottle you wonder what will happen next. Finally it slows to a stop pointing at Ivan. Jumping to hide behind Ludwig Feli squeaks out, "T-truth or d-dare?"

"Truth," Ivan replies slowly after a moment of thought, his usual small smile on his face though there was a mild look of warning in his eyes. Feli mumbles something incomprehensible. Ivan sighs, "Come comrade, speak up. We cannot hear you."

Popping up over Ludwig's shoulder Feli practically shouts, "Do-a you-you like anyone in-a t-this room!" He blanches and he drops back down with a small "ve~"

"Ahhaha," Ivan laughs, "I like many people here. You are all my friends, da?" A squeak from behind Germany was the only response. Shrugging Ivan reaches for the bottle and gives it a twist. Yao sighs as he sees it pointing at him. Smiling at the smaller male beside him Ivan states, "You are to recite some Chinese poetry."

"Dude you're supposed to give them a choice!" Alfred laughs.

Ivan shrugs, "Nearly everyone is choosing dare. I did not see point of asking."

"Personally I would love to hear some poems from his home," you chime in leaning onto your hands, stretching your back. "It's a better dare than having people kiss someone nearly every other turn."

"I do not mind," Yao sighs, slightly exasperated. "Give me a moment to think of one."

Ivan chuckles, "You could do the one you talked of earlier."

Yao rolls his eyes, "Fine..." He looks towards you and you lock gazes,
"王维《红豆》
红豆生南国，
春来发几枝。
愿君多采撷，
此物最相思。"

"I don't know what the heck you said but that was beautiful," you whisper. He blushes a bit and spins the bottle. It lands on Francis who he dares to kiss Arthur. You laugh as Arthur tries to escape Alfred's sudden restraining grip. "Really, Yao?"

"Your previous comment made me think of it," he shrugged unapologetically. Francis merely kisses the palm of Arthur's hand. They stare at him in shock, or perhaps disbelief.

"Seriously Francis?," You call out teasingly, "I thought you were a master of kissing."

He looks at you aghast placing a hand on his chest, "I will not force myself on others when I'm not wanted. It was not specified where the kiss had to be placed, and I am a gentleman," Arthur snorts derisively earning himself a glare, "despite what prudes decide to believe." Arthur draws himself up as if to argue, but Alfred intervenes.

"Dudes..." he feels few glares from the sparse female attendees. "And Dudettes," he quickly adds, "since everyone is already kissing let's just play 10 minutes in heaven!"

"I thought it was 7 minutes," someone calls out.

Alfred shrugs lazily, "I always thought that was too short."

"I always played it as 30," Francis laughs.

"That's too long," you shout, deciding to add your two cents, "we want to finish some time tonight."

"Mood," Alfred calls out in agreement.

"Like you know anything about the mood of a room," Arthur scoffs.

"It means he, like, totally agrees with what she says," Feliks says plopping between you and Francis.

"Feliks," you shout giving him a hug, "when'd you get here?"

He returns the hug, "I was here, like, ages ago. I heard that white haired idiot, like, talking about pussies that he so totally knows nothing about," German obscenities come from the albino in question. "Anyways I got a text invite from a number I, like, don't even know, like maybe, half an hour before that and headed over. I totally don't need a costume cuz, like, why would I want to be anyone other than myself." He gives his hair a flip and you were drunk enough to easily imagine a fancy "BITCH I'M FABULOUS" sign over his head causing you to giggle. "Well let's totally get this game started. I'll, like, hold the hat, bag, or whatever. I totally, like, don't want to risk being stuck with Braginsky," he glares over at Ivan who coolly returns the look.

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"Alright let's get this game rolling," Alfred announces passing a patched pillowcase full of items to Feliks, "the rules are-"

"Shut up already, Burger Bastardo, and let us play !" Lovino yells.

"I hope you get Ludwig," Alfred states calmly causing Lovi to sputter in Italian as he continues, "Anyways you draw an item from the bag, show everyone, and whoever item that is goes into the closet. Since everyone put something in everyone will go in twice and if you get your own put it back. After 10 minutes, and no I'm not doing longer so don't start, we open the door irregardless-"

"That not a real word. It's a double negative so it makes no sense," someone objects.

Ignoring or simply not hearing the voice Alfred talks over the latest interruption, "of what you could be doing in there. If you absolutely refuse to go in there with the other person you'll take 5 shots." He waved a hand a the row of glasses in the middle. "This applies only to the person who draws the item. If we hear screams though we will come and investigate. Let's get going." Spinning the bottle to pick who goes first it lands on Feli again.

Shrugging Feli reaches into the bag and pulls out a small, worn toy soldier. Holding it over his head causes Arthur to tear up and Ivan to glare at Feli. "Dude, you got my item," Alfred laughs. Apparently feeling the glare Feli looks around and sees Ivan dark aura surrounding him. Throwing the item at Alfred he quickly does the 5 shots and hides behind Ludwig again. Catching the old toy Alfred pouts, "Dude..... I didn't know I was that bad."

As the night wears on you doze against Toni's shoulder until you're awakened by Elizabeta yelling at Gilbert. Seeing Alfred run to the closet to rescue the Prussian you straighten. The bag gets shoved into your face and you look up to see a smirking Feliks. "Here (y/n) I've, like, totally decided is your turn." Yawning you reach into the bag and pull out a fuzzy panda keychain. Holding it up you wait for someone to claim it.

Standing up Yao walks over to you, "That would be mine, aru, but you can keep it if you like." Standing to stretch you stick it in your pocket and drift towards the now empty closet. Along the way you hear Ivan tell Yao that he'd better not hurt "his little sunflower" or he would be quite displeased. Shaking your head you plop onto the floor and lean against some long coats cushioning the wall. Yao closes the door softly behind him covering the two of you in darkness and sits down opposite and sits down opposite you.

"So what should we do," you ask suppressing another yawn. You watch the vague outline of Yao's head tilt.

"Don't you know how to pay the game, aru?"

You scoff, "Yeah, but that doesn't mean we have to do anything like that. If you don't want to I don't wanna make our friendship awkward because of Alfred's stupid games." You hear him mutter something in Chinese.

"What was that?"

"What if I would like to do that?" He blurts out, "What if I had feelings for you and wanted to make them known and had been encouraged to do so?" Stunned you silently stare at the slightly darker space across from you. Swearing softly Yao shuffles a little closer. "(Y/n) if I have said anything untoward I'm sorry. I just-" Your hand on his neck stops him in his tracks. Admittedly you had been aiming for his arm or shoulder, but this works as well.

"Yao it's fine. When we first met I thought you were quite cute," he sputters a bit, as if mildly offended to be called cute, but you talk over him, "and since we had walked in on you training without a shirt I could never see how anyone could mistake you for a woman." He shuts up after that and you could feel the heat of a blush under your fingers. "But I thought you didn't like me as anything more than a friend so I resolved myself to only see you as that as well." You removed your hand from him to cover a yawn, "Excuse me."

"No, you're fine. We can continue talking about this later. It's enough for me to know you may feel similarly, aru." You could hear the smile in his words. "The floor is hard so, if you like, you can rest in my lap?" You hum an assent and crawl onto his lap. Gathering you into his arms he hums a soft melody and you fall asleep.

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Ivan opens the door to the closet and sees Yao propped in a corner with (y/n) curled in his lap asleep. There was a faint tremor as Yao sat there biting his lip, but that could've been due to his legs falling asleep or restraining his squees at how cute he thought a sleeping (y/n). "It went well," Ivan nods observing the scene, his faint dark aura dispersing. Yao nods and stands slowly trying not to awaken the woman in his arms while shifting his grip.

"I need to ask Alfred if he had a spare room I can put her in, aru," Yao whispers as he passes the Russian." Ivan nods his agreement looking softly down at his friends.

"I will do that, comrade," he rumbles. "Fredka would only wake her."

"谢谢."(Xièxiè/Thank you)