AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hey everyone! This is my first Fan Fiction story and first Hetalia fanfic! I'm quite excited and hope it's pretty good. I do accept reviews and would greatly appreciate them because I love hearing feedback. Feel free to contact me at all costs and enjoy reading!

Chloe

***DISCLAIMER*** I do not own Hetalia or these countries and characters. So please, don't kill me!

It was America's turn to host the Annual International Get Together and he had no clue what to do. "I usually host like the best parties! Why can't I come up with anything?" He paced back and forth.

England was at his house for a visit. He had no intentions on helping Alfred with anything whatsoever. But, England tried to contribute to his ideas. "Alfred, you should have a huge gala with an embroidery contest and tea time, boy that would be splendid!" Arthur chimed.

"What? Iggy, that's so stupid! Only YOU would enjoy that kind of crap! The countries want fun, ENJOYABLE food, classic drinks and stuff that we can all do, they should think of ME as the hero here!" Alfred snapped.

"I told you not to call me Iggy!" Arthur yelled.

After a long day of thinking, Alfred came up with an idea. He thought of a dance party, with all of his club hits and bringing American clubbing to the other countries. Alfred never really had a dance party, the other countries did though and boy! They were completely different. Japan did traditional dancing when the Pictonians invaded and brought nations together. England does his lame ballroom dancing and well, the other countries bring dancing everywhere. He had to take a night out and explore different dancing. Just not other national dances. Alfred freshened up and got ready for a long night out.

The next morning, Alfred woke up with a blistering headache. He didn't bother calling anyone to help him treat it. He suspected it was a hangover, or his head is pumping from loud music. He tried remembering what he did that night. Arthur knocked on his door. "Open up you git!" He yelled.

"Aww, I don't wanna get out of bed." Alfred sighed. Arthur then invited himself in and started brewing some English tea and baking scones. Alfred gagged. "Here, my tea and scones will help you, stop damaging your head with fermented poison!" He said.

"Your damn scones never help in any situation! I don't even remember drinking in the first place." Alfred rubbed his head while Arthur poured his tea. He noticed that he was offended and wanted to cuss Alfred out but he kept pouring until the tea spilled. "HOT! DAMN YOU BASTARD AND YOUR TEA!" Alfred screamed in pain.

"Well, I'm sorry that you ALWAYS insult my cooking!" Arthur argued back. China soon came crashing in and held dim sum and green tea.

"I hear you sick America san, aru?" He asked as he popped a dumpling into Alfred's mouth.

"No, he's only hung over from partying last night. I never asked the git what the bloody hell he was thinking." Arthur added in.

"Oh, word go 'round quick saying America san was sick, aru!" Yao said as he kept feeding Alfred the hot food.

"I was trying to get a sense of what to do for my International Get Together! I thought a dance party may work but I didn't know American dancing!" He swallowed the dim sum.

"You throw great party though!" China laughed as he manually made Alfred drink his green tea.

"Well, I hope I can actually plan this! Thanks China!" Alfred hopped out of bed. A new thought boiling in his mind and ready to go.