SuFin: Truth or Dare

"Alright," Denmark slammed his almost-empty pint glass of beer onto the counter of the bar, turning to his un-amused friends in the chaos of the pub, "Who's up for some clubbing? There's this great place I know near the-"

"Please," Norway interrupted, rolling his eyes with folded arms, his brother Iceland watching admirably, "I think we've suffered enough nonsense for one night. This is the last time we let you choose where we go on a night out."

"Fine, so what do you propose we do now?"

"Go home. If I sit here for any longer I'm going to get a headache. And I thought you were loud."

"Um," Finland chirped from his tall stool in the hopes of stopping any arguments from ensuing, with Sweden lurking behind him, "If you like, we could all go to my home to listen to some music and order a pizza."

Before Norway had a chance to answer, and before Iceland and Sweden could even be noticed nodding in agreement, Denmark butted in in with a snaky scowl; "You guys wouldn't know a good time if it hit you in the face."

"You wouldn't know anything if I hit you in the face," Norway growled between gritted teeth as he threateningly drew nearer to the tall, spiky haired man. Instinctively, Sweden moved between the two men in order to separate them, and Iceland took his brother's arm gently to lead him away from Denmark. Sweden glared at the sharp-toothed Dane with contempt.

"We go t' Tino's," he mumbled loud enough to just-about be heard, and as he followed the three smaller men, he turned to Denmark with his unchanging expression, "All four 'f us."

"Four?" Denmark mused, stalking drunkenly after them, "Why only four? Which four of us? Me, you, Norge and Fin, right?" Iceland looked back once to glare at the man. Sweden merely turned his back on Denmark and continued after his friends.

"Y're not invited."

Still, Denmark followed, and after his irritating methods of persuasion, they all gave up and decided to ignore him on their way to Finland's house. So, after an argument between Denmark and Norway upon what type of pizza to get, in which Norway ordered the kind that Denmark specifically didn't want, and after Denmark had cleared out Finland's fridge of beer entirely and effectively insulted everyone in the room, things had calmed down slightly.

Sweden surveyed the room they sat in. Tino's living room was quaint and homey, with a nicely sized television set, a small three-seated couch and Denmark slumped lazily over the armchair before the coffee table. Sweden was slightly cramped at one end of the couch, his arm raised on the head of the couch to allow Tino, who was squashed up right at Sweden's side, more space to breathe. However, with Norway on the other end of the couch, and Iceland planted firmly on his lap, there was little space for anyone to breathe. Except for Denmark, who had claimed the armchair with little concern for anyone else, and each time Norway had something not-so-nice to say to Denmark's selfish comments, he would squeeze more tightly on Iceland's waist or his hand.

Sweden stared intensely at the small Finn beside him, like a beautiful bird he had just caught in a cage. The sight of Tino's sandy blond hair, and the nervous smile he sent towards the two bickering Nordics, caused Sweden to warm up on the inside. But no matter what, his stare was always cold, and it sent shivers down Tino's white neck and caused his short hair to stand on end. He turned to Sweden twitchingly.

"Um… can I get you anything, Berwald?"

"No," Sweden murmured, and he resumed to the past time of staring at the smaller man with his chilling eyes. Tino grew pale under the Swede's eternal stare, his face flushed and his knees wobbled, so he stood up as best and as awkwardly as he could.

"S-so, who wants to hear a joke?"

"This party is a joke," Denmark whined while sitting up, "Let's play a game."

"Ok," Tino complied, while Iceland muttered from his brother's lap "It's not a party, so why don't you just leave?" Though no one heard him, and they all began to consider which game to play.

Norway began, "What about-"

"Spin the bottle!" Denmark declared, causing a wave of glaring eyes to watch him with distaste.

"Norway was speaking," Iceland spat, and his brother slid the snowy haired young man from his lap, standing up.

"I was going to suggest that we play 'Beat the Dane'. We're not playing spin the bottle."

"Why not?" Denmark protested, "Maybe we'll get lucky and make-out with the person we're aiming for." Denmark grinned at Iceland and Sweden, who averted their eyes from their respective love interests and blushed. Then, he grinned at Norway, who was all but amused.

"No."

"Fine. Truth or dare. If you don't want to kiss anybody, don't pick dare."

Norway rolled his eyes, "That's not the only thing that you can dare people to do."

"So don't ask me to dare you anything," Denmark winked cheekily, causing Iceland to glower at him with clenched fists. Norway folded his arms.

"Fine. Truth or dare. Is that ok with the rest of you?" he turned to Sweden and Finland, who both nodded, and to Iceland, who simply shrugged. "Ok, I guess we should all sit in a circle on the floor then." So everyone moved onto the carpet and sat in a circle; Denmark and Iceland begrudgingly sat on either side of Norway, and Sweden sat between Denmark and Finland so his innocent Finn wouldn't have to sit next to the insufferable Dane.

"Ok," Denmark began, throwing his arm over Norway's shoulder in a friendly manner, "I'll start. Hm… Sweden!" Berwald blinked at the cocky Dane, while Iceland took hold of Norway's arm and began to tug him from Denmark's grasp. "Truth or dare?"

Sweden thought for a moment, glancing at Tino and then back to Denmark, "… Truth."

"Ha! Ok, easy. Do you really think I'm a nuisance?" Denmark leaned forward in suspense, but Sweden answered without a second thought.

"Yes."

Norway chuckled at the Dane's grimace, "That told you, Denmark."

"Whatever. You guys are just trying to get to me," Denmark rolled his eyes, "Anyway Sweden it's your turn to ask someone."

"M'kay. Tino," he began, causing the Finn to jump slightly, "Truth 'r dare?"

"Um…" Tino scratched the back of his head nervously, and after a moment, he said "Truth."

Berwald thought for a while; he thought long and hard, somewhat purposefully driving on Denmark's patience (or lack of). But the long pause was genuine, because Berwald simply didn't know whether the question was appropriate or not. On the other hand, they had all had some alcoholic drinks (he and Denmark may have drank more than the others, but all the same, they had been drinking), so maybe it wasn't such a bad thing.

"D' you like me?"

The smug smile on Norway's face dropped and gave all its mischief to Denmark's smirk, which grew wider. Sweden watched his companion's face stilly, but behind the pinking hue of Tino's cheeks, the Finn smiled, clueless and nervous.

"Well, of course I like you, Berwald," he laughed, doing his best not to offend the Viking of a man. Denmark sneered.

"Uh, I think what Sweden meant is-"

"It's Tino's turn to pick someone," Norway glared at Denmark, effectively rescuing his friend Berwald, "Go ahead, Tino."

"Ok," Tino smiled, "Iceland, truth or dare?"

"Truth," Iceland answered, and Denmark frowned.

'Why the hell is everyone playing it safe?' he thought, 'No dares means no fun.'

Tino opened his mouth to give Iceland his question, but with a wave of inspiration, Denmark interrupted, "Hey wait I've got this! Ok Ice, how do you really feel about Norge?"

Norway shot deadly looks towards the Dane, knowing that he was only trying to stir up trouble, but then his eyes shifted to his younger brother, whose cheeks grew red and his eyes grew watery. And then, the pale man stood and hurried out of the room. In an instant, Norway followed, calling his brother's name and going to comfort him.

The remaining party were silent for a while, of course until Denmark had another stupid suggestion.

"Alrighty, so how about while we're waiting for Norge and the drama queen to get back, we play another game? Dare or dare?"

Sweden rolled his eyes, and Finland shifted nervously. But it seemed as though they had no choice.

"So I'll start us off," Denmark continued, "Sweden, dare or dare?"

"Dare," Sweden grimaced.

"Dare you to kiss Finland."

"W-what?" Tino squeaked, his face beginning to burn. In a second, he considered how awkward it would be, how weird it would be and how Berwald couldn't possibly go through with such a dare. But before those thoughts could be processed into words, Berwald had eagerly leaned in and pressed his lips right against Tino's.

"Woah!" Denmark laughed in surprise; he knew that Sweden would do it, but he didn't think that he would do it so quickly. He watched as Berwald deepened the kiss, and Tino was still too shocked to react, so all he did was allow his eyes to drift closed. Berwald placed one hand on Tino's hip and the other caressingly on his face as he sighed into the kiss. Neither of them even looked up when Norway emerged, Iceland in hand, from the other room.

"I want an apology for my brother," he demanded, glaring down at Denmark. The Dane glanced up at him, then back to the canoodling pair, then again to Norway.

"Uh, hello. Free entertainment," he gestured towards Sweden and Finland as they proceeded to kiss more passionately, but Norway was much too angered to even notice.

"Fine, don't apologise. Thanks for having us over, Tino," he turned to his brother, "Come on, you can spend the night at my house." Iceland smiled, and they began to leave the living room. Denmark sprang to his feet and followed.

"Hey wait, what about me? I'd love to spend the night!" he chased after them, slamming the door shut behind him. Finally alone, Berwald and Tino's kiss began to slow to a halt, and their eyes opened to peer around the room.

"U-um…" Tino blushed, moving back from Berwald's hold, "Where did everyone go?" Berwald shrugged, and after a moment, spoke.

"We play spinning bottle game?"

"O-oh, well maybe we should wait until they all get back?"

Berwald shook his head, "We play it alone." Tino nodded, understanding what Berwald meant, and he stood.

"I'll go get a bottle," he muttered, embarrassed. Berwald smiled and watched as Tino walked into the kitchen. Maybe not all of Denmark's ideas were so idiotic after all.