High school. Once about education. Okay, lies. It was never about education. Kids nowadays get drunk, have sex, smoke, do drugs, go to parties. Erika was no exception. There was a party happening, as there usually is every weekend. She was there, dressed in one of those super short cocktail dresses, waving her long pale legs around. A glass of vodka in one hand and a cigerette in the other showed she was a rebel who took no shit. Her long wavy silver hair brushed over her shoulder and down her back. The dress was black and shimmery, and of course, showing cleavage, though not as much as other girls. She was sitting on a bar stool as the music blasted through the speakers. Teens were getting drunk, high and fucked all around her. Glancing sideways, a man with spikey hair sat next to her. He was one of the favourites at school. He was tall, strongly built and very attractive with his shimmering sky blue eyes and his smile, oh that smile. It was to die for. He was star of the football team. He wasn't snobby or uptight either. There was even a rumor he had helped a girl getting bullied. Of course many girls were swooning over him, a few of the guys too. He was like the perfect guy. Sexy, athletic and a sweetheart. What more was there to want?

Staring over at her, Mathias couldn't help but grin a bit, running a hand through his gravity defying hair, snickering a bit. He ordered a glass of Carlsberg, something light to get the party started.

"Hej." He greeted her, using his native tongue, a small trace of his slightly thick accent noticable. He smiled, rather bored since he had been dragged here unwillingly by America and Prussia. 'Come on! It will be fun!' They had insisted. Gilbert was probably banging someone off elsewhere, and Alfred...who knows where the hell Alfred could have gone?

She nodded. "'ey there." She took a puff of her smoke, looking him up and down. "'aven't seen ya around these parts before." She turned so she was facing him, sitting in a very un-lady-like manner. He shrugged, glancing behind him, frowning when he noticed Alfred talking up a seemingly drunk Englishman. Typical. He gave a disappointed shake of the head, and faced the girl again.

"I'm new." He admitted

She nodded again. "Though ya were. 'ow'bout ya let me show ya around?" She purred, placing her hands on his chest.A sleezy grin passed over Mathias's face.

"Sure. Why not?" He said, smiling slyly. Smirking, She got up and led him to one of the rooms specially for those who wanted to have some...fun. She opened the door. Empty room. Her smirk widened, closing the door behind her and locking it incase one of those stupid pervs tried watching. The Dane blinked in surprise, and the cheeky grin returned to his lips, snickering to himself softly. He knew of her intentions. He grabbed her abruptly, pinning Erika to the bed, kissing and nipping at her neck. Not love, no, but just a little fun, ja? She moaned softly, smirking and pulling his belt undone, pulling his pants off and stroking his length.

"Nnng!" Mathias bucked his hips towards her teasing hand, fumbling with zip of her dress playfully, using nimble fingers to try get a grip on the zipper. Snickering, she sped the motion up, leaning down towards his manhood, licking the tip. Mathias gave a shuddering moan in response to her actions, his hands tangling into her silver hair, gripping onto it. His hips only flexed forward even further, head twisting to side to side in sheer pleasure. Pulling his shirt off, she smiled, impressed at how beautifully carved his chest was. Well, what do you expect from such a hot guy though, huh? She continued to tease him, her fingers trailing over his chest.

Mathias got the zip down after some time, sliding the garment of clothing off her chest and waist, over her hips and down her legs. Smirking, he actually enjoyed being teased. He moaned again, back arching towards her. Fingers ran through his hair, as her thumb trailed over his tip, staring up at him lustfully. He gazed down at her wistfully, a wolfish grin passing his lips, licking at them hungrily as he kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue locked with his in a heated battle. It was obvious she had done this before. One hand tangled fingers and strands of hair together while the other teased his manhood, the thumb gracing his tip.

His moans increased in volume as he climaxed, back hitting the mattress hastily, his chest rising and falling unevenly. He swallowed, trying to catch his ragged breath, that seemed to slip out of his grasp so easily. She smirked down at him.

"Name's Erika. What'bout ya?" She asked, looking down at him.

"Mathias." He breathed, grinning up at her, snickering to himself. "You've done this before?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Many times." She explained, an glint of sadness in her eye. He blinked in surprise, sitting up, and dragging his boxers back on.

"Ya alright?" He asked.

"Ah..Yeah." Nodding once more, she grabbed her dress, slipping it on also.

Mathias blinked, and sighed, "Well, I've got two drunk friends of mine to probably drive home..." He admits.

"Mm. I get ya. Well..have a good night." She replied, standing and walking out the door. There was something about him. Something different than all those other guys. Mathias nodded.

"Godnat." He whispered back, scowling at the sight of a half-naked Gilbert, the German coated in hickeys and jizz, and Alfred unconscious, having drunk himself into a stupor. Gilbert grinned.

"You can't say anything, kesesese~" He said, pointing at the white fluid trickling down his leg. Erika walked back to her bar stool, ordering a glass of vodka, lighting up another cigerette.

"Hey girls, its that slut." A girl said. Erika spun around on the stool, taking a puff of her smoke. "If ya know what's good for ya then you will zip ya trap or I will take that thing ya call a face and smash it into the nearest wall." She retorted.

"Kneppe. Save the headaches for the night." Mathias hissed, slinging America over his shoulder, "Come on, let's get the bastard to the car." He growled. The girls hissed, a brawl starting up between Erika and the girl. Everyone gathered in a circle to watch.

"Oooh! Bitch fight! So awesome!" Gilbert loudly announced, running off to join the circle.

"Wait! Nej!" Denmark rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, dragging the knocked out America to the car. He climbed into the drivers seat, and then proceeded to punch out the passenger's seat, slamming his head against the steering wheel in frustration. Gilbert came back and dragged him out the car.

"You have to see this!" He said, arriving back at the circle of people screaming and yahooing. Erika and the other chick were caught in a fight. Not some sissy cat fight. No. This involved scratching, hair pulling, punching, kicking, whatever you could think of was allowed. Erika even pressed her cigerette butt against the girl's face. She snarled in pain, gripping at Erika's hair, dragging her to a wall and smashing her head into it.

Mathias growled, he always liked these sort of things, you know, for the oppurtunity that they accidentally may kiss during it. (The exact reason why boys love catfights.) However, he noticed the silver hair, "E-Erika...?"

Erika kicked the girl away, blood running down her forehead. She sent punches at the bitch's face, though unfortunately, she was taller and much stronger than Erika was. She was able to knock Erika down easy, continuing to punch her. Gilbert blinked.

"Ya know her?" He asked. Mathias blinked, cringing a tad at the fight.

"Sorta." He responded. The bitch, which was now what she would be called, kicked and punched her before grabbing a glass off beer and smashing it over her head, walking away in a huff, her heels clicking on the floor.

Gilbert grinned. "Geez that was an awesome fight~!"

"Ja, ja, it was." Mathias growled, and glared at Gilbert. "Get in the car, and make sure Al doesn't choke on his own vomit." Gilbert nodded, skipping off to the car. Erika groaned softly, the crowd having evaporated back to the dancefloor and bar. Blood streamed down her battered face, swollen with bruises. She slowly moved her hands to push her up slightly, biting her lip.

Rolling his eyes in annoyance at Gilbert, Mathias glanced over at Erika, biting his lip. It was a one night stand, he thinks, nothing special, no feelings involved... yet he found himself scooping her up gently, placing her in the back of the car where the others couldn't see. She had passed out long ago to heavily drinking, the fight and exhaustion. That bitch had beaten her up pretty good.

Gilbert grinned. "To hoommmmeee~~~" He said, smiling widely.

"Ja, to home." Mathias grumbled, climbing into the driver's seat, and driving back towards their apartment. It was messy inside, filled with dirty clothes, half-eaten pizza boxes, and broken beer bottles that had shattered against the floor. He flopped the unconscious America on the couch, "He isn't dead, is he?"

Gilbert nodded. "Yeah pretty much." He poked his cheek, laughing. "Well, night!" He said, strutting off to his room, dive-bombing the bed and falling asleep immediatly. Rolling his eyes once again, Mathias gave an exhausted sigh, dragging the American to his room and setting him on the bed. He kept Erika in the car, draping a blanket over her, bandaging her wounds. She shivered, curling under the blanket unconsciously, tears rolling down her cheeks. Frowning, Mathias pulled off her dress, fixing her up in some old clothes of his. They were rather big, but they fit her. He yawned, flopping back, and dozing off in the car.

A/N:

Hey guys~ NatNat is back, writing stories. Long time no...post? Cx

Well this was done with a friend of mine and I turned it into a story. Hope ya like~