Okay, so I was all like "I'm a free person, so I take a break from the Powerpuff girls and write Hetalia!" and now I'm here. So, hey hey Hetalians! Anyways I got this idea last night. It was NUTS! I also feel asleep with some hard core metal(I sleep with my radio) and I'll do the same tonight but I'm gonna dream of twerking boys, yes boys twerked in front of a few other girls(like three girls) and me(making it four).
"That party was epic! I hope England doesn't-" America whispered to a friend as he entered his house.
"Does't what America? Find out you got out at mid-night to go a party?" England said as America closed the door behind him. England sat in the dim room on the large brown arm chair with France on the left arm of the chair. Although, France was higher up than England, his feet reached the ground.
"How did you-" America started.
"Know? A big frog told me." the Brit answered passing a glance at the French man.
"A big frog?! Why not a little birdy?" France glared at him.
"You are neither a bird or little, wanker." he rolled his eyes.
"Wait, how did you know?" America interrupted the little bicker before it became a full blown argument.
"A good parent always keeps a good eye on his children," France answered as if it obvious, but the other two weren't buying it. "and I've overheard you talk to some of your Friends and I watched you sleep." he confessed with a slight smile. He's done worse.
"That's creepy, France." America said bluntly.
"T-that's not just creepy, it's a very unpleasant thought." England stared.
"If I didn't would have, would we known he's going to a party, tonight?" France chuckled
"Fine." England sighed, then looking at America. "Anyways, America, WHAT THE HELL IS ON YOUR NECK?! IS THAT A HICKEY?! IS THAT LIP STICK ON YOUR FACE?! WHY IS YOUR SHIRT ON BACKWARDS?! WHY ARE YOUR PANTS UNZIPPED AND WHY IS YOUR JACKET CROCKED?! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOUR SHOES?! WHY ARE YOUR GLASSES BROKEN?! AND WHAT IS THAT DISTASTEFUL STAIN FROM!?"
"Well, you see, there was a lot of people there and a lot of drinks and a lot girls and I'm a pretty good looking guy. You understand?" America answered as he blushed a deep shade of red.
England's eyes widen in horror and disgust, while France's eyes sparkled from how proud he was. "OUR LITTLE BABY BOY, AMERICA, GOT LUCKY!" France said jumping on him. "How was it? You used protection, right?"
"I-"
"WHAT THE FUCK!? AMERICA IS NOT LUCKY, WHY AFTER I'M DONE WITH HE'LL BE THE UNLUCKIEST COUNTRY EVER!"
"D-did America win the lottery?" Canada said walking to the room yawning.
"Uh, yes." they answered quickly. Too quickly.
"Then why are you angry?"
"Uh, he spent all of his money on... uh, food." England quickly said.
"Oh, okay." he turned as everyone was about to let out a sigh of relief, he turned his head back at them. "By the way, you could've gone in though the window, and the party was pretty cool. I would've preferred less beer and more maple syrup."
They stood there half in shock and half impressed.
"Wait. You were there? Why didn't I see you bro?!"