Hey, everyone! I'm OmegaStarShooter14, and I come with a pretty cool idea (in my opinion) for the Hetalia fandom!

Curious? Ohohoho~ Then read on!

Inspiration: Truth, Dare, Double Dare, Kiss, Tell, or Promise by xxxHikari-Kuraixxx

It was the middle of the night.

Germany was dreaming, and he sighed at the feeling of not having a certain italian in his bed. It was the best sleep he had in ages. He dreamt of potatoes, and wurst, and beer, and-

-his phone rang.

He cursed the name of the person who called him, but immediately regretted it. The caller's ID read Italy. He composed himself, and answered the call.

"What is it?" He asked; Germany really hoped it wasn't anything stupid. But, that was to much to hope from Italy, wasn't it?

"Germany! I'm throwing a sleepover tomorrow at my house! Are you coming?" He sounded so excited. Germany was never one for social gatherings such as sleepovers, but it was Italy after all.

"Uh... Sure, I guess. Who else is coming?" His drowsiness was gone now, so he might as well ask.

"Nobody, much. Just Japan, France, China, England, Russia, and America. Just a small party~!"

"Italy, that's eight people."

"Vee~ That's a small party for us italians!" He cheered. Germany facepalmed; he should've expected something like this.

"Okay! It's tomorrow night at seven! See you later!" And he hung up. Germany smashed his head into his pillow.

His 'some-fucked-up-shit-is-gonna go-down' senses were tingling.

It was six-thirty, and the blonde was standing in front of a beautiful villa, the kind that could only belong to his festive friend. Hesitantly, he knocked on the door once.

In less than a millisecond, the door swung open, but it wasn't Italy. No, they were very similar in physical terms, but the scowl that he had on his would never appear on Italy's.

"Oh, great. Italy! That idiot friend of yours is here!" Said Romano, Italy's twin brother.

Nice to see you, too." Mumbled Germany.

Suddenly, Romano was kicked to the side, only to reveal an ecstatic Italy. "Yay! You made it!" In the background, imagine hearing Romano screaming obscenities at his brother. As the german man entered the house, he was awed by how tidy it was. It even shone with cleanliness.

"Right this way!" Italy signaled for him to enter the living room, where Japan was already present. "Oh, hello Germany-san. You got invited as well?"

"Yes, how have you been?"

"I have been quite-"

"HEY, EVERYONE, THE HERO'S HERE!" They heard a voice shout.

"Would you please calm down?"

"Ohoho~ He's just excited, is all."

"Why does he have to be so loud, aru?"

"..."

The Allied Forces let themselves in, America coming in first. He smiled his signature grin, and high-fived Italy. "Hey, dude! Thanks for the invite!"

England smiled. "It was rather nice of you, seeing we're enemies and all." The other allies, France, China and Russia, nodded.

"Oh, it was a-nothing! Nobody can fight at a party~!"

The allies settled into the living room, and there was an eerie silence.

"So, what now?" Asked England. Everyone looked at Italy.

"...I don't really know!" He said cheerfully as always.

I should've known, Germany thought.

"Really now? A sleepover, and you have no idea what to do? Italy, what is wrong with you?" Said a female's voice.

Wait, what?

In the living room frame, was a teenage girl. Her super-curly brown reached her back, and her black glasses framed her cocoa-brown eyes. She was wearing a black 'Hetalia: Axis Powers' T shirt, with a sky blue jacket and short jeans. She was in her socks, and was looking at Italy with a 'Really?' face.

"Angie! It's so good to see you!" The boy smiled.

"Yeah, sure. So, is this the party?" She gazed at the guests. "What are you planning to do?"

"Nothing."

She sighed and sat next to Italy. "You have to have some entertainment for a party, dude. That's basic."

"Could you help me then?"

"Hold up." England said, speaking for most of the people in the room. He pointed at the girl. "Who are you?"

"She's my friend! Everyone, this is Angie-chan!" He introduced the girl, and she rolled her eyes.

"It's nice to meet you all." She cordially said. "I'm Italy's friend, since I'm like the only girl who doesn't want to go out with him."

"Yep! So, what do you think we should do?" He asked her. She was quiet for a second, and then she snapped her fingers.

"I got it! I once played this game with some friends of mine, and the result was awesome! It's called Truth, Dare, Double Dare, Kiss, Tell or Promise."

"How does it work?" Asked France, feeling quite excited over the 'kiss' part of the game.

"It's like truth or dare, but with a twist. If you get a Double Dare you have to do two dares, if you get a kiss you have to... well, kiss somebody, a tell is practically a truth, and promise, as the implies, you have to promise something." She smiled. "Clear enough for you guys?"

"DUDE, THAT'S SOUNDS AWESOME!" America yelled.

"Let's play that." Russia said, and everyone nodded.

"So, now I can leave, right?" She said as she got up. Italy death-gripped her shoulder.

"What? You can't leave! It'll be a disaster, please stay."

"You want me to stay with a bunch of guys? Are you crazy?" She argued, but Italy made the most adorable puppy-face known to mankind. He even opened his eyes for it; that's when you know shit just got real.

Must resist... Angie thought. But, to no avail. She sighed, "Fine, I'll stay. Everyone sit on the ground, I'll be right back with a bottle." She turned to the kitchen.

When she came back, she sat between Italy and France (which was sitting WAY to close for comfort), and she held the bottle up high as she smiled.

"Who want's to go first?"

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Yay! So, please tell me what you think! And send me dares, that you'd like to see the Hetalia crew and Angie (that's me) do!

See ya on the next update!

~OmegaStarShooter14~