Colder than Snow Part I
England walked through the door, a bright red banner hanging over the door above his head. America's house was heavily decorated with streaming crimson banners, the floor flooded with sparkling yellow confetti and broken glass, it was difficult to spy considering most of the confetti overlaid and hid the glass beneath it. The table on the left side of the room was a blinding color of red, much lighter than the hanging banners. On the left side of the table, there was much snacks and food, including about two-dozens of double cheeseburgers. On the right, it was lined with; you guessed it, beer. France was talking to some women over there. 'Yep, I am DEFFINITLY at America's party.' He thought as he sighed, barely able to think straight because of the blaring music. "Yo! Dude, you made it!" The loud American walked over with a crowd of tubby Americans following close behind him, all holding beer bottles. "It's not exactly I had a choice, Git." England growled. America had sent a note two weeks ago for a party invitation, as usual, saying something bad would happen if he didn't come. "So, what's the 'special occasion' for this party?" He yelled over the music, looking past America, seeing Japan about to have a mental break down. "Haha! What occasion? I just dragged all of you out here for a good time!" America laughed loudly. "Everyone but Russia's here. Weird am I right? Oddly enough I invited him this time." England quickly turned his gaze at America, speechless at what he just said. Russia was invited to a party, AMERICA'S party to precise, and he didn't come? "The bloody idiot is probably at home, torturing Latvia, maybe he didn't get the invite?" England yelled, but America didn't listen, he was to busy betting with his fat friends on who could 'chug' the most Budlight in one setting. Out of nowhere, All his friends quickly maneuvered to the snack table, half of them took all the snacks and ate them as quickly as their diabetic hearts could, while the other half set more beer in the vanishing foods' place. England stared, wondering what the heck is going on, then turning back to America, who had dashed off somewhere, yelling 'Hold on bro! I need to get something!' as he ran. England sneered at him and looked around the room, at the other nations who were there. Japan, still sitting in the corner shivering, France, leaving the snack bar with the women, A white bear, Germany drinking like there's no tomorrow, Italy running from a very drunk and shirtless Prussia, and the others were all dancing. Everyone except Russia. 'I wonder where he is…" England scratched his head as the music suddenly turned down. Everyone stopped, except Italy, he took this chance to hide. "I-is i-it over?" Japan up from his corner, only to be answered by America, standing on another table across the room, holding up a blue lined megaphone up close to his mouth. "All right dudes and dudettes!" His voice boomed throughout the room, as if his OWN voice wasn't loud enough. Japan quickly recoiled back into his corner as America spoke. "Me and my buddies decided to have a little fun! So we set up a drinking game! Everyone over to the beer table!" Immediately after America said that, everyone rushed to the former snack table, one slipping on glitter confetti and falling face first onto the hard floor. England growled and slowly walked over. America literally threw the megaphone over his head and ran over. "Ok dudes, the rules are simple," He said picking up a Budlight bottle from the table with now torn bright covering. "The challenge is to drink your beer bottle faster than anyone else can, you have to drink five beers before anyone else finishes to win." He laughed loudly, as he walked up to England, and shoved the bottle towards him. "Think you can handle that, bro?" He grinned, a winner's glare radiated from his blue eyes. England grunted as the bottle hit him in the chest, one of his eyebrows twitched angrily, and he made the same look towards America. He wasn't going to let this burger maniac overcome him, not anymore. "Of course I can, overweight pig." England smirked confidently. America frowned and glared at him, turning to grab everyone a beer, one by one, after he handed everyone there beer, he grabbed one for himself and held it up high as he could. "On your marks.." England glared across the room, suspense building up around him. Prussia laughed his awesome laugh, a little woozy from the beer, Japan was shivering as he lifted the beer. "Get set.." Sweat dripped down the British man's face as Germany gave him the evil eye, and China gripping the bottle and staring at England with an "I'm gonna win this, aru." Face. But it didn't matter to him, he just wanted to show off that stupid American. Alfred may have beat many times in the wars, many times at other parties, but not this time. This time, he was going to win. "GO!"
