Everything was fuzzy. What song was playing? Is it even English? Wait- who's feeling my butt? Oh- it's just a chair.

Huh? A chair? Aren't I on the dance floor?

My head hurts…but in a good way.

"England, mon cher, you are drunk. It's time we get home."

I smiled. What was that person saying?

"Wow. He's totally wasted. Not as much as the awesome me, though!"

Did…did that person have a bird on their head?

"Gilbert, stop messing around we have to get him out of here before he passes-"

Suddenly, the world tilted. Wow, it's getting really dark!

And then my thoughts stopped.

I woke up with a pounding head. I peeked over the covers. Oh, thank god I was at least in my own bed. But…my shirt is missing…

And my pants!

Ugh, why is it so bright? What's that sound? AND WHO IS THAT!

Oh…it's France.

France.

France!

FRANCE!

"OH MY GOD!" I yelled, jumping out of my bed and glaring down in horror at the smirking blonde.

"Oh, England! Your awake!"

The pounding in my head increased. "YOU BLOODY WANKER-"

"Last night was amazing mon cher~"

"I'LL MURDER YOU!"

-Twenty punches, two kicks to the groin, and a headlock later-

"Oi! Oi! England! He's just messing around! He actually brought home a very nice girl…uh…you should probably stop hitting him there…"

"Prussia?"

"The Awesome Almighty Prussia!"

"He didn't…"

"No, man we had this awesome threeso-"

"I don't want to know."

The Albino shrugged. "Suit yourself."

I dropped the bleeding (literally) frog and walked over to my closet so I could put on some clothes.

"Mon cher~" France said, pinching his bloody nose. "You were even worse last night than usual. What went so wrong yesterday?"

"Yeah!" Prussia agreed. "You were so un-awesomely wasted!"

"Nothing." I told them, zipping up my pants. "And why don't you gits leave me be?"

France and Prussia pouted. "Ever since Antonio started dating Romano, he's been so un-awesome."

"He abandoned us!" The Frenchman whined. "He said 'I have to be faithful to my little tomato! I can't go out flirting with people every night!'."

I did the buttons of my shirt. "Well, at least one of you is respectable."

"I'm AWESOME."

I rolled my eyes at the two idiots. "NOW GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

I screamed, pushing France off my bed so he landed on his already broken face. I must have looked pretty scary, or maybe my hung-over morning breath was trully that terrible. Either way, the two most annoying nations in the world scrambled out my door.

Well…maybe not the MOST annoying.