Prove Me Wrong (Rusame)

Truth or Dare Part 1

America's POV

Germany throwing a party? At his house? That's new. I could understand a small little thing between him and another person. But apparently, there will be, like, 7 people there. That's a lot for him!

"You ready America?" Canada asked from the front door. I looked at my brother, who was dressed rather casually, and I nodded.

"Nothing is gonna happen, right?" He pointed to his eyes, shifting nervously in place. I frowned.

"Dude, don't worry. I'm not gonna start puking and saying weird stuff again." I grabbed my jacket and put on my boots, moving in jagged motions. I recalled back to my last episode, it wasn't too long ago. My hands were still bandaged from me punching my mirror. It was when Germany came over. When he found me. He had been really nice about it, not asking questions when I asked him not to. It ate him up inside, I could tell, but still, Ger-man kept quiet. And didn't tell anyone, either, not like I thought he would have anyways.

"I'm just making sure." Canada rubbed the back of his head and looked to me with pity. That look I always hated. Not specifically from him, just pity in general. I hated that so much.

I left without another word. Canada fallowed me, calling out a bye to the countries in the house. Rude, I know, but I didn't feel too sorry.

The walk to Germany's wasn't too far, so we arrived in no time. And on time, like Canada wanted. He said so we weren't rude. I tried to reassure him that we would have been fine, that Ger-man wouldn't hold it against us or feel bad or anything. Canada told me it's a 'just in case' thing.

"Guten tag! (Good Afteroon!)" Germany greeted us at the door. He motioned for us to come in and we did. Voices came from the living room, so I figure that's where the party place is.

"Wassup everyone!" I demanded attention as I strolled into the room. Scattered throughout the room were Russia, Japan, Mexico, and Poland.

"Oh nyet, who brrrought Amerrrikan," Russia smirked at me, making a joke.

"Oh hush you, Russian." I teased back and sat down next to Japan. Her bag was where I was gonna sit, but she moved it onto her lap. Japan was smiling, her tail flicking around excitedly. I had to swat it out of my face a few times. She didn't notice.

"Mexico!" Canada smiled, and sounded slightly surprised, as he walked into the room. Germany walked in with him and he quickly went over to sit by Poland on the couch together. Mexico, who was talking to Russia, looked up at my brother and smiled widely.

"Hola Canada!" Mexico moved over on the floor and patted the empty space next to him. "You can sit here!"

My brother smiled and lumbered his way over to his 'spot'.

"Yo, who else is coming?" I looked over to Germany. He was curled up next to Poland, who had his arm around him.
"Oh, I don't know. Chapman? (Japan?)" He shrugged and looked to her for an answer.

"Wait, Japan?" I looked to the said country confused. Why would she know?

"Oh! Yeah, we should be expecting China, South Korea, and his brother." Japan counted off her fingers and gave us a smile. Okay, this group is a lot more than 7 now.

"Wait, North Korea is coming? Here?" I looked to her shocked and concerned and looked to everyone else. Canada looked at me nervously, Germany bit his lip, Poland was looking at everyone's reactions, Mexico frowned and Russia didn't seem to care.

And Japan? She seemed happy.

"One, to a party? Two, a party that I'm at?"

"It'll be fine, komrrrade, just leave each other alone." Russia waved off the problem and took a drink from some pop that Poland had sat down. He gave Russia a look but let it go.