Canada had never seen France act so wild. Sure, he knew France could be 'wild' with females and such, but not like this. In the older blond's hand was his tenth Wave Runner - Parrot Bay, Captain Morgan - And Matthew had to clean his glasses to make sure that that was right. No, he had been right to clean his glasses, France was on his thirteenth, he hadn't seen the two bottles on the table. Mardi Gras was something Canada did not want to experience again."THE SEVEN THNGS I HATE ABOUT YOU!" France draped his arm around UK's shoulders, and Canada felt a pang of sorrow for the bushy-browed man. Then he noticed his big brother's grasp on his strawberry daiquiri tighten."Poor big brother. His boyfriend is always getting pulled away from him." As much as he couldn't figure out how it worked with two guys, he wasn't opposed to it."NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP! NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN!" France had switched songs, and was now making his drunken way over to Canada. Heat spread across his ace as France wrapped an arm around his waist. The elder had dropped the karaoke mic a while ago, but had kept on singing."Go for it, France!" America cheered, fist pumping into the air. Canada stared at his brother, broke from France's hold, and disappeared into the night life of Mardi Gras.**Canada awoke to the loud whoops and cheers of the world outside the hotel room. Pushing himself up, he looked out he window to see a girl revealing her obviously attractive bosom. His face flushed and he started to scramble, then he heard a groan.A scream ripped forth from his throat as he looked at France, laying next to him. A shoe flew and hit Matthew square in the face, knocking him back onto the bed. Looking at the shoe he noticed it was UK's. That meant America had thrown up, the blanket slipped down France's body, revealing no elastic line for boxers. The man got out bed, practically forcing his ass in the young blond's face. Another shoe, this time France being the target. "Cover yourself, fucking dumbass!" The heavily accented English told Canada UK was the culprit.**Canada stretched, turning on the television. Pretending to be sick, the others had left him behind with snickers. Though after seeing a nude France made his stomach produce extra bile that had danced up his throat, he still pretended. Pulling Kumajirou close, Canada settled in to watch a door opened, revealing France. "Oh...you're busy..." Canada shrugged. "I was just gonna give you these." France produced three strands of beads. "I bought them." Crossing to the bed, he draped the beads around his neck, and pressed his lips to Canada's. "Sorry 'bout last night, and I hope you feel better."France had left Canada in shock, and feeling much better.
