Author's Note: I had a strange urge to write this... My sleep deprived mind comes up with the strangest things. Anyways, this is written in Italy's (Feliciano) POV. Things are about to get interesting (I hope)! Apologies for any mis-spellings of the countries human names - I still refer to them all as their country names, you see! Hope you enjoy - all feedback and corrections are greatly appreciated.

I knew I shouldn't have come. But I had to follow him. I need to be by his side.

The music was so loud I could easily separate the singing, drum beats and backing guitars as I walked slowly down the stairs to the cellar. I hesitated outside the door, hands shaking slightly. Slam! The door smacked me in the face, sending me reeling, as a blushing Hungary and Austria came running out and up the stairs. I caught the door before it slammed shut and, rubbing my red forehead, wandered into Prussia's cellar party.

The coloured lights flashed on and off, catching the disco ball on the ceiling in a series of red, blue and green. Amongst the smoke the guests were pressed back to back and against each other, jumping and dancing to the beat. It was hard to see anything, let alone the face I was looking for. It was hot and dark and I wanted, more than anything, to be at home.

The record changed to a hard beat. The lights projected down onto the dance floor, saturating the guests in a hazy red tinge. I pushed through the gaps, constantly elbowed and pushed in different directions, as I desperately looked for him.

Suddenly I was surrounded by close-pressed bodies. I couldn't see the walls. I couldn't see anything but haze and bright flashes of colour. My chest felt heavy and I felt my desperation morph into claustrophobia. I wanted to find him. I wanted out of this mad house. I need air!

His eyes looked demonic in the light, and once I'd caught them I stood rooted to the spot. The room seemed to slow as Prussia approached me. No one seemed to notice we were talking in the centre of the dance floor; everyone continued dancing round us in ignorance. He stood there, inches from me, hands on his hips with that arrogant smile. Out of everyone, I was hoping not to meet him.

"Ah, Feliciano!" Prussia shouted against the music, throwing me a sly look. "Hmmm. Wouldn't have thought you were one for my sort of parties."

I blushed, looking down – anything to get away from those penetrative eyes. I pressed my fore-fingers together nervously. "G-Germany... is Germany here?"

"Eh? Ludwig?" Prussia cocked his head to one side and grinned at me. "Well sure. Everyone's here, haven't you noticed?" He motioned around us. I stared round me, catching glimpses of people I knew: France, Belgium, Spain... but not Germany. Suddenly he was behind me and before I knew it, he had his arms pretty much round me. My cheeks burned. "Oh come on Feliciano, I'm only trying to enjoy myself!"

"T-that's what I'm a-afraid of," I stuttered weakly, trying to detach his hands from me. I felt his hot tongue lick my neck. I struggled but he had firm grip of me. "S-stop!"

Prussia loosened his grip and brought our foreheads together. His eyes stared into me and I couldn't help but shake slightly. "Okay, Feliciano. But we'll have to succumb to this attraction at some point, and you know how impatient I am..." He grinned, clearly loving my reaction. "Here." He moved back and placed a plastic cup filled with a dark liquid into my hands. "Enjoy my party." When I looked up, he'd turned his back to me and melted back into the crowd, waving behind him as he went.

The crowd quickly filled the void previously made for Prussia, and I knew I had to get out of there before I got trapped again. I pushed back through the crowd, my drink sloshing and spilling as I made my way to the back of the cellar. The record changed again to something a little quieter. The back of the cellar was thankfully a lot lighter and almost completely secluded. I looked out across the moving body of the party guests. I still couldn't see Germany.

Okay. Be calm, Italy. You can find him – it's not impossible. I took a deep breath and looked down at my drink. There was still a little left. A drink's probably what I need. Then I'll find him, calmer this time. I took a sip and let the liquid slosh in my mouth. This didn't taste like wine. Or that horrible beer Germany loves to drink excessively. I looked at the plastic bottom of the cup curiously. Actually, this doesn't taste like anything I know at... all...

My vision tipped sideways. The music beats echoed inside my head, bouncing off my ear drums and ricocheting inside my skull. I shook off the tipsy feeling enough to make my way towards some seats against the back wall. My throat burned and my head felt cloudy. What... on earth... is going... on...? I grabbed the seat edge before I almost misjudged the distance entirely, saving me from falling to the ground as it swerved upwards to meet me halfway.

My empty cup rolled beside me. I squinted at it, the distance changing from extremely close to far away. My... drink...? I sat down and let my back crash against the wall, the cool brick holding me firm and upright as I stared, or tried to stare, into the crowd for... for...