The bottle landed on England. "Crap." He blushed. "Well once I kissed France." America spit out his drink. "What?!" He exclaimed. England smirked. "Well once time I was extremely drunk. And I stumbled over to Frances place and I managed to get him drunk off of some shitty French wine." France scoffed and yelled, "That was the best Chardonnay!" England shrugged. "Anyways we were talking and we ended up arguing about who was the better kisser. We were yelling so we decided to test it. We kissed." England pouted as France smirked. "And who won?" Asked France cockily. England mumbled. "You stupid frog-eater." America stood up. "Iggy I thought you loved me!" England looked very confused. France stood up and yelled back at America. "No he loves me!" England stood up. "I don't love either of you gits!" America dragged France outside to fight it out. "He's mine!" They both yelled as they left. England sighed but soon heard what they said. "I'm not yours you bloody wanker!" He yelled as he followed them. Germany grabbed the bottle and spun it quickly. It landed on Romano. "Oh fuck." Romano swore.
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Dirty Hetalia Confessions
FanfictionOut of boredom, the Hetalia countries get drunk and start to tell their dirty little secrets. Who's will be the most revealing? Read and find out!!! WARNING!!! Profanity, explicate language and boyXboy. You have been warned.
