You step up to the hat to take your turn and plunge your hand inside. You felt so many different items you decided it best just to grab what ever your fingers caught hold of first. Something round, and small filled your palm. You pulled a mandarin orange from the hat. "Hmm, a fruit, a mandarin fruit. Nope I have no idea. Who's is it?"

You felt a slight tugging on your clothes coming from about knee height. "Excuse me, that would be mine. I'm-a sorry you got my item, but America said I had to play." Holy Romes face turn an adorable shade of pink as he spoke. "If you don't want to play with me I understand, you can keep the orange though." Holy Rome started to run off but you quickly drew him into a hug.

"No, we can still play, it'll be fine, just a little different." You snuggled him tight and began walking towards the closet.

"Hey-a woman what do you think you're doing, get your hands off of me. I can walk you know. This is some kinda sick." Holy Rome managed to squirm his way free and landed on the floor of the closet. America had already shut and locked the door, leaving the two of you alone. "You better not try anything funny, I'll-a throw every last shoe in here right at you." He wasn't joking, he already had a shoe in each hand and was ready to attack.

You tried not to laugh but failed, he was just too cute to be a threat. "Calm down, I'm not going to try anything. I just thought you might want to take part in the game too is all." You gave a honest smile. "We can do whatever you want for the next few minutes."

Holy Rome slowly put the shoes back on the rack, and sat close to you. "You mean it right? You aren't just trying to make me feel safe around you right?" He kept his head looking straight forward, but even in the darkness you could tell he was glaring at you from the side.

"I promise, cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. All that good stuff."

"No, pinky swear." He held out his chubby pinky for you.

You smiled and took hold of his pinky with yours. "Pinky swear. Now, what would you like to do? We're running out of time you know."

"Oh right, I don't know, we could eat that orange or something." Holy Rome sat for a second and thought. "Iv-a got it, we should prank America, since he's such a bossy jerk and made me play this stupid game!" He ran around the closet looking for something to use in the prank. "I found shoe wax, gun powder, matches, rope..a lot of stuff. I say we fill his shoes with gun powder, wax them all the wrong color and tie the shoe strings together. Now hurry, before he comes back." Working as fast as you both could, you managed to finish the prank only seconds before America opened the door. You'd even managed to graffiti the walls with the shoe polish a bit. Before America could say a word you scooped up Holy Rome and run from the closet.

"Dude's whats the problem? You're acting like my closet's haunted or something." America flipped on the light switch which had been rigged to remotely ignite a trail of gun powder leading to his shoes. After a few seconds the closet was filled with small explosions. "Oh really guys? That's it, next time we're playing this game in a public bathroom stall or a morgue. Let's see how much fun you have trying to vandalize one of those. Jerks."