Prussia's Awesome Party!

A/N:

So this story is actually two that I kinda just combined into one. This first part was inspired by this picture:

(I'm still trying to figure out how I can display it here. I put in my profile because it works there for some reason, so if anyone is that interested they can go look at it there.)

Umm, disclaimer: Not my stuff! You know how it goes with fanfics…

A party. What better excuse was there to brew barrels and barrels of beer? They were going to have a beer party. The ingredients were mixed and the brewing process set into action. Months of laborious love went into this drink, from gathering enough ingredients to actually making the beer. It was going to be delicious; how couldn't it considering that it was made by Prussia? Once the beer was nearly ready, invitations for the beer party went out, inviting a few of the other nations to enjoy Prussia's awesome homemade beer.

The day finally arrived and nations started to filter to Germany's house. The first to arrive were Spain and France. After knocking on the door, Germany's stoic face greeted them. He looked a little nervous. It was probably because of the thought of tens of drunken nations storming about his house. He invited the friends in and then left the door open so that the rest of the guests would simply come on in. Then Germany rounded the corner of the front hall into the family room, returning to whatever it was he had been doing before being interrupted.

Upon following their host, Spain and France both stopped and gasped at the sight in front of them: Germany, dressed in a black wife beater and rolled up cargo pants, had picked up a long blue hose. Out of it was pouring some kind of pale beer into a very large beer mug. The mug was so large that someone could fit inside of it, which is exactly what Prussia did. The red-eyed German was grinning like a fool as he floated in the beer and hung on the edge of the mug. He wore sunglasses and now soaked shorts, a tank top, and a jacket.

"Yo, glad you guys could make it," Prussia enjoyed the shocked expressions of his friends. To further drive the point home that he was indeed swimming in a large mug of beer, Prussia sank down and opened his mouth, inhaling a large gulp of the alcohol. As he resurfaced, a bit of the froth clung to his silver hair.

Spain was the first to speak. He smiled sheepishly and held up a brown paper sack, "We didn't know you'd have so much beer, we brought our own as well."

Germany frowned. They didn't know? Didn't the invitations say that they were all going to drink their homemade beer? After finding a spare invite lying around, Germany scanned it. Beer Party. All Day. Come get Drunk. The blond haired man sighed. Oh well. When he returned to the family room, Italy and Japan had arrived. They were both staring, but not at the large mug of beer with the man in it; in fact Prussia wasn't even in the mug anymore. He was in the corner of the room where he had dragged a small kiddy pool and was now dumping Spain's beer into it. This was what Germany's allies were staring at.

When asked what he was doing, Prussia argued, "We need a place for all the other beer and there's no way I'm mixing it in with my awesome beer!" And that was the end of that. "Hey! You two!" Prussia then shouted at Japan and Italy as if noticing them for the first time, "Did you guys bring any beer?" Italy had brought some wine as well, along with some pasta and pizza and bread sticks and an assortment of fine Italian food all packed neatly away in a briefcase. Japan had brought some sake which was promptly poured in with Spain's cervesas.

Once that was done, Prussia got a hold of France's wine and after uncorking it, it was also mixed in with the Spanish and Japanese alcohol. France cried out, "No! That's the finest wine! It's been aging for centuries!" Spain held him back as Prussia added 'the finest wine' into the mixture.

"You shouldn't have brought wine to a beer party, you wino!" Prussia jeered as the last of France's fine wines were in the kiddy pool.

After that, every time someone showed up with an alcoholic beverage, into the pool it was dumped. Eventually the pool started getting pretty full. An inner tube was blown up and tossed in. Currently China was floating on it, drunk. He had been the only one who actually enjoyed the alcoholic concoction. Most everyone else was satisfied with Prussia's homemade beer. (After all, no one could deny that it was awesome).

Hungary was enjoying party although she drank very little. The beer was good, but what she was really enjoying was the scores of drunken men around her. By giving a little push here, whispering encouraging words there, and polishing her camera all the while, Hungry had managed to get several countries in easily misunderstandable positions. She giggled to herself as she scrolled through the digital pictures on her camera. There was China and Russia in the kiddy pool together, both drenching. (Hungary might have pushed Russia into the pool where China was already floating). There were the Italian brothers passed out together on the couch. (Hungary might have dragged Southern Italy half way across the house for that shot). There was a picture of Japan and England in each other's arms. (Hungary was lucky that England was such an impressionable drunk). America and England with the latter straddling the first on the couch was another good picture. (There were lots of pictures of England). Spain and France groping. (That one, Hungry actually didn't have to plot at all. It just sort of happened). Another picture was of Prussia who was extremely close to Canada (Hungary could be very persuasive with a frying pan in her hands and murder in her eyes). The yaoi fan sighed happily.

Suddenly America picked up the hose that was still steadily adding beer to the giant mug as people drank from it. "Hey, where is all of this coming from anyway?" This interested a few of the other nations who weren't too drunk yet and they followed the American and the hose. The nations who were too drunk to understand what was happening followed anyway. Then the few nations who were way too drunk were passed out in various parts of Germany's house including both North and South Italy, Canada, China (let's just say that someone dumped more than just alcohol in that pool), and a few others as well.

The group of drunken nations followed the hose slowly, stumbling here and there, when finally it disappeared behind a door. America, who was at the front of the group, paused and stared at the door. Finally he opened it slowly. Beyond the door were stairs leading down into the basement. It was dark, but sloshing could be heard. This had to be where the seemingly endless supply of beer was coming from. Groping the wall, America finally found the light switch and flicked it on. A gasp ran through the countries who could see and rippled as the other countries moved to see what was beyond the door.

The basement was filled with beer and looked like a huge swimming pool. Various floaties were drifting across the frothy surface and in a blow-up lounge chair sat none other than Prussia. Prussia's small bird, Gilbird, was also floating on top of a large blow-up alligator nearby. A blush across the small feathered face indicated that he too was drunk. As the lights had come on, Prussia glanced over to the door way and lazily lowered his sunglasses which he had been wearing even in the dark. "What? Is there a kink in the hose?" He grinned and then waved his arm, inviting the countries in.

This was, by far, the best beer party none of them would ever remember for the rest of their lives.

A/N:

No one ask me what was in that kiddy pool! All I know is that some pretty strong stuff went in there! I will tell you this: China's not going to be waking up anytime soon!