"You are so drunk"

"Psssssh, Hungary the awesome me NEVER gets drunk!"

"Alright, lets just get you home before you puke on my shoes"

France's parties are mainly composed of the following things

England commenting on how stupid America looks in his ridiculous suits

Russia sitting in the corner watching the party in that I'm watching you kind of way

Poland walking in wearing something FABULOUS!

France leaving for half of the party, only to come back with red marks on his neck and god only knows where else

High alcohol levels

England getting drunk

England singing karaoke, crying "baby come back!" at America from across the room

That dumb aristocrat trying to fit in at the party

Hungary following that aristocrat around

Tonight was no exception. Except for Hungary feeling she has to bring me home because in this condition I'm "a hazard to society".

Yea right, she's just finally gotten bored of that aristocrat. She can't fool me! I'm a frickin' genius! The awesome me wins again! Uh-oh… the awesome me doesn't feel so awesome.

"Oh my god Prussia! Did you just puke on me?"

woops.

"See, this is why you weren't invited in the first place!"

"I was invited… I just didn't get the invitation…"

"Alright mr. popular let's just sit you down for a sec"

It's cold, the moon is hiding behind the clouds, and the streets are empty. Hungary has decided to break away from green for an evening and wear a red dress. It's not so bad, but that doesn't exactly make it good either.

Street lights are glaring from lampposts and I'm being pushed on to a bench which is growing increasingly colder as my pants get wet from the dew.

"Why were you drinking so much anyway?"

"Cuz I saw that hideous dress you were wearing!"

Ha! That's what you get for smiling at the freakin' aristocrat all night long!

Hungary looks slightly upset… shit, maybe I shouldn't have said that after all.

"Shut up, dumbass. It's better than what you're wearing. Tell me, did you pick this out yourself? Or did a clearance bin throw up on you?"

"The only one who threw up tonight was me, all over that ugly dress"

I think she's trying to look pissed, but it's kinda ruined when you're smiling while doing it.

"I'm sending you my dry-cleaning bill"

"Why not just wash it in the water on this bench, which is soaking my ass by the way"

Now she's actually laughing. Hell yea, I'm so awesome.

"Awww, I wanted to sit, but it's not worth it if I'm gonna get wet doing it"

I pull my jacket off and lay it on the bench next to me, "your thrown awaits madam!"

She's still smiling. She's actually kinda pretty when she smiles. She should smile at me more, and less at the stupid aristocrat. Who she was with at the party… all night…

"Thank you sir! All though I'm not sure I want to sit on your jacket, it's probably dirty… hey, are you ok?"

shit, did I just look upset?

"What, Hungary? You trying to say you care about me? Well forget it, I'm fine. Why don't you save your worries for Austria. So how is he? You two seemed awfully close tonight."

She looks down at her shoes and starts biting her lip.

"He's fine"

She's being awfully quite.

The realization that this has upset her hits me. I'm getting an uneasy feeling. I don't like it when she's upset. I like it when she smiles.

"Hey Hungary!"

She looks up and I start squishing her face together.

"What the hell? What are you doing?"

She pushes my hands away, and looks at me weird.

"That's a good look for you Hungary! One might even say you look kinda cute that way!"

Wait… what?

HOLY SHIT! Did I just say that? Shit! Now she's gonna hate me! Damn it!

And then the weirdest thing happens, she actually starts smiling.

"Umm… thanks, I guess"

She's smiling. I RULE!

"So Hungary, why are you walking me home? Someone as awesome as me can CLEARLY handle himself!"

I spring up off the bench to show how capable I am. Only to get dizzy and fall back unto the bench, "see what I mean?"

"Oh yes, CLEARLY you don't need my help. Maybe I should just head back to the party then…"

"Wait… maybe I am a little sick"

She's laughing. Damn, I'm great.

"Mhmm, that's what I thought"

I get up off the bench, and she holds out her hand. "help me up?"

I grab unto her hand and pull her up off the bench and into me.

"Thanks!" she says.

And she lets go and takes a couple steps back.

"Come on let's get you home"

I grab my jacket and put it on. She starts giggling behind me, "what's so funny?"

"Nothing" she says, "it's just your pants and jacket are both wet"

"Guess that makes it a matching set"

We start walking home, and we slowly make our way past the street lights and unto darker roads talking about nonsense, and trivial things. Only, it doesn't feel like nonsense to me.

"Well, it took a while but we finally got your drunk ass home!"

"Oh come on Hungary, you're not drunk at all?"

"Nope! Not me!"

But now I'm starting to notice how she's staggering up the steps, and I'm starting to think that maybe she's in a worse condition than I am.

"You sure?"

"Yep!"

I don't believe her, I'm kind worried bout her walking home alone. Should I call someone to come pick her up? Or should I invite her to… stay here until she's better?

"You know, it's ok if you want to stay here, but only if you want to! And only until you feel better!"

Shit, she's gonna think I'm being a perv.

"You know what, you're strong for a girl. You'll be fine. Go home"

She's looking at me weird. Then again she is pretty drunk, maybe she's just looking weird cuz she's drunk.

She takes a couple steps closer, and wraps her arms around my neck and shoulders. Holding herself close to me.

She lifts her head up a little and kisses me on the cheek.

"Thanks for the concern, but I'm fine"

She let's go and turns around to leave.

"See you later Prussia"

And then she walks away.

What do I do now?