Hetalia: Truth or Dare

I knew it was a bad idea to come tonight, but France threatened to come over and rape me if I didn't, and I can never tell if he's joking when he says things like that. I feel so awkward standing here, I keep pulling on the short black skirt my stupid friend put me in. She knows I hate skirts, but “oh no! We can't have me in anything comfortable if Germany is here!” Urgh! I am going to kill that girl.
     “Ashley, mon amour! You are not drinking, you should have something. It's not a party until you have some vine.” France shoves a glass of wine into my hand.
     “I can't France, I plan to make it safely home tonight.”
     “Aw, mon cherie, there is no need for zat! You can stay with me tonight.” He grins seductively at me.
     “You're hilarious France.” I try once again to hand the glass back.
     “One glass will not hurt, will it?” I consider this for  second.
     “I guess one would be ok. But only one!” I glare at him warningly for a second, before taking a sip. He smiles at me;
     “Lovely! Now you can enjoy yourself and stop trying to lengthen that lovely skirt.” I turn bright pink.
     “W-what?!?”
     “It is too long as it is mon cherie, you ought not try to make it longer. In fact, allow me to shorten it for you.” He leans in to touch it, and I smack him.
     “Ow! Mon amour! I have only your best interests at heart!” He starts to whisper in my ear;
     “After all, Germany is here tonight, and I know how badly you vant to make a good impression on him.” the pink on my cheeks turns bright red.
     “What are you talking about?!?!”
     “I see ze vay you look at him, you cannot hide it from me.” I roll my eyes, trying to look nonchalant. He laughs and walks away. After he fails to convince England to play 7 Minutes in Heaven with him he says;
     “Oh! We must play Truth or Dare! Come, sit in a circle everyone!” Everybody pulls chairs up in a weird oval shape and stares at him.
     “Ok, Ashley! Truth, or dare?” I weigh my options and decide that I'd rather deal with any dare he comes up with that what I know he'll make me say if I answer truth.
     “Umm... dare.” England looks at me like he fears for my life.
     “Honhonhon. All right, I vant you to give Germany a lap dance.” I can barely breathe. I guess I didn't think of all the possibilities.
     “Nein! Zat is completely inappropriate. She is too young and too innocent to do such a thing!” Germany shouts at France.
     “Ze rules are ze rules, she must.” France winks at him;
     “It's all right Germany, you can admit that you'll enjoy it, we von't make fun of you.” Germany's cheeks turn pink too.
     “It is not zat! It is just inappropriate!” I'm torn between wanting to go over there and do it, just to show him that I am not as innocent as he seems to think, and being too shy to do it.
     “Very well, she shall give it to me.”
     “No!”
     “Nein!” We both shout at the same time. Our cheeks turn pink at the same time. France stares at me.
     “You shall choose mon cherie. Me or Germany?” I sit there for a minute. After a minute I roll my eyes and walk over to Germany.
     “Ooooooohhhh!” America makes weird noises at us.
     “Shut up!” Germany and I shout. France laughs again and turns on the kind of music that plays in strip clubs. Germany and I both start to blush.
     “Well? Go on Ashley!” America shouts at me.
     “And it must last at least 10 minutes.” France adds. Blushing, I place my hands on Germany's shoulders and start to dance. He tries to close his eyes, but when my breasts rub against his face his eyes open wide and he stares at me, a bright blush growing on his cheeks. I smile at him as he stares wide eyed at me.
     “Germany, I'm not letting her stop until you do something!” He glares at France before shakily grabbing my waist and pulling me closer. I can feel my skirt bunching up further and further up my legs. Germany holds my waist as I twist and turn on him, gaining cat calls and perverted comments from about half of the people in the room. I rotate my hips and arch my back, throwing my head up like I'm looking at he ceiling. I hear him hiss a little, and when I look down he's biting his lip.
     “Come come Germany, you really must do more than that!” France teases him. Germany glares at him for a second before gently gripping my chin and pulling me closer until my lips are touching his. Before I can react, Germany has us both standing. He pulls away and turns to France shouting;
     “I hate you!” He then turns and runs away from me, not looking back. I stand there, shocked,
     “Wh-what just happened?” France sighs;
     “I've been trying to get you two together for a while, but you're both so stubborn!”
     “B-both of us?”
     “Jes! You silly girl, he likes you as much as you like him! How could you not see it?” I stare at him for a second before running after Germany. I find him in one of the guest rooms, sitting on the side of the bed facing away from the door.
     “Go avay France! I can't believe you made me do zat! You know zat I love her, and now she won't even vant to be mien friend anymore!” He finishes shakily, as if he's going to start crying. I walk over and kneel in front of him. He doesn't look at me, his hands are fists in front of his face. I grab his wrists and pull them apart, his eyes open wide, completely shocked.
     “A-ashley! I . . . you . . .” I kiss his cheek, his jaw, and finally his lips. He melts into me, pulling me closer to him.
     “I love you too Germany.” I whisper against his lips. He smiles against mine and kisses me hard, pulling me to lay down next to him on the bed.
     “Forever?”
     “Forever, meine Liebe.” He blushes;
     “I love it ven you shpeak in German. You should do it more often.” He traces my jaw with his thumb.
     “You'll have to teach me more then.”
     “Mit Vergnügen, meine Liebe.”
     “What?”
     “With pleasure, my love.”