So. I decided to go back to my one first love. HUMOR. This story is something I really wanted to share. And it won't go on hiatus, cause it's over already!
Am I cool yet?
It was New Year's Eve. More accurately, the first of January. All nations had decided to get over their... differencies, and have one big party, all together. And besides the ass – groping accidents France caused or the random nuclear bombs exploding here and there, things were going actually well. Everyone was pleasantly drunk or high (if not downright wasted) and feeling the buzz. Sweden was singing on top of a table, with his wife Finland and quite a few other nations cheering for him. On the other side of the room, the ever – awesome and quite high Gilbert was holding a strip – tease for all the ladies, who were very pleased and squeeling like a bunch of rabid fangirls. France had tried his luck with every single creature that walked and talked, Russia had decided that while his sister was busy with Gilbert's shenanigans he might as well try to become one with the Italies, who were singing some really cheesy Italian folk song with all their might. Germany was still very much sober and trying to erase the hideous scenery that was around him from his mind, Alfred had joined the awesome Gilbert in his lap – dance and Canada tried his hardest to not blend in with the wallpaper.
However, there was one habitual drunk who had not joined the all – out madness. One with very thick eyebrows. Said not – drunk had a scheming smile on his features. He had planned something to make sure he would get a France – free year, and it was goddamn going to bloody work.
He had spent all the previous day concocting one of his magic potions, and was waiting for the right occasion to spike France's drink. Arthur couldn't help but smirk at his own craftyness. Finally, after years of research, he had obtained the mother of all potions: the Personality Switch Solution. That's right. England would make sure to give it to France, so that his personality would do a one – eighty. And he couldn't wait. He decided that it was almost time to go and get things done, but in the meantime, a very tipsy France had approached the very pleased – with – himself Arthur.
"Hey Angleterre, it's not like you to not be wasted on New Year's Eve! Is something wrong?" then he winked and said "I could make it right..."
Arthur blushed and punched him in the face with a very loud "SOD OFF!"
Then he figured this was the best occasion he was gonna get. He said "Sorry France. Listen, I'll make it up to you! There's a glass of wine in the kitchen, I saved it for myself, but I think you'd enjoy it waaaay more than I would. Sounds like a plan?"
Francis was too out of it to smell the danger, so he gladly accepted.
Arthur gave a very dangerous smile and went to the kitchen to retrieve the oh – so – wonderful potion.
Too bad it wasn't on the table anymore.
He went blue. Then red. Then he panicked. He ran back to the room where everyone else was, turned off the music, got himself a microphone, jumped on top of a table and screamed
"WHOEVER THE BLOODY FUCK HAS TAKEN THE GLASS OF WINE THAT WAS IN THE KITCHEN, DON'T DRINK IT! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!"
Every nation turned towards him, raising their eyebrows. Had Arthur lost it? Again?
The self – proclaimed awesome man of the situation laughed and said "Well, why? What's the problem? If it's just a glass of wine, I'll treat you to one!"
Arthur panicked. Did that mean that Gilbert had taken it? "YOU IDIOTIC GIT! DID YOU DRINK IT?"
Gilbert didn't falter. "Relax man, it wasn't me. Why are you so worried anyway?"
Arthur figured that the surprise effect had gone out the window already. "Because it was a Personality Switch potion, you git! It will make your personality make a one – eighty within ten minutes of ingestion!"
Every guy, girl and animal in the room panicked. There was a chorus of "YOU UNBELIEVABLE IDIOT!" and "WHY THE HELL HAVE YOU BROUGHT IT HERE! ?".
Then there was a strange yelp form somewhere in the back of the room. People turned to see what it was.
Ludwig was there, sporting a very un – German like grin. And by the looks of it, he had just pinched Feliciano's ass. And he was still holding on to it.
Oh my God! Ludwig's on the loose! Run for your life! Run, I tell yah!