The bottle spun around, landing on a girl with strawberry red hair. "Alisa!" Scotland smiled at her. She smiled back, taking her cigarette out of her mouth to speak. "Well," she said as she flipped her strawberry red hair, "there was that one time with Iggy." She smirked and looked at him. He blushed and looked away. Placing an arm around England, France purred, "Do tell, do tell~." "Well we had gotten drunk one day at a local pub and, well, we may or may not have kissed." England hid his face in his knees, "I was drunk, don't even speak of it." Prussia smirked his egotistical smile. "Was she a good kisser?" England popped up, red faced, and yelled, "THAT IS NONE OF YOUR CONCERN!" Alisa smirked. "That means yes." She spun the bottle once again. It landed on one of Russias little siblings. Siberia, or as she was called, Sarah.
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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.
