"I enjoy this too much.

I dare America, Germany, and Russia to have an arm wrestling competition."

Me: *sets table and has on referee outfit* Okay! First up is Germany and America! Now. I want it to be fair and DAMN IT ALFRED STOP EATING MY POKY!!!
America: *muffled* You shouldn't have shown me this sweet candy stuff.
Me: *takes my poky, glares as I force him into the chair* Now. No cheating. Ready? Too bad. GO!
~Five Seconds later~
Me: Germany wins!
Russia: Can I use my magic metal pipe of pain?
Me: Only if my crushes like me back.
Russia: So? Yes?
Me: No.
America: Wait did you say crushes? As in plural?
Me: Not important. Now. America Vs. Russia. No magic metal pipe of pain.
~Five Seconds Later~
Me: Russia wins! Germany vs Russia. Ready? Go!
~Approximately half an hour later~
Me: Well after much battling, Russia wins! Congrats.
America: I can't believe I lost to both of them.
Me: I'll arm wrestle you.
America: *ignores me and sulks*
Me: Anyways. Thanks for daring!
Russia: Comment question or dare Da?
Everyone: BYE