TGIF HETALIA STYLE
My hetalia one-shot TGIF Don't know which country.
My Bleach fanfic will be updated soon~
Well hell. I wake up in my room clothes still on, looking like I rolled in crap and was thrown up on. My computer was blinking and I clicked it. Pictures of the party.
"Whoop-dee-doo!" I laughed, knowing my life was over...
Last Friday Night...
I heard a knock on my door and dragged myself to the door.
"Whoever it is better be important enough to interrupt waffle time!" I virtually snarled. I open the door and who's standing there. France.
"Great! Come to hit on me?" I asked sarcastically.
"I vould love to to, but seeing as ze girls like you vouldn't let me, non. Zere is a parte tonight and I vould like to invite you." I stared in shock. Me at party. I am a horrible socializer. I don't know how my friends stand me.
"HAHAHAHAHA!" I burst out laughing.
"Seriously! I am not kidding. Japan and them vill be zere." I slammed the door. They will be there! That's it I'm going.
" OY!"
" I need to get ready! Usual place right?" And ran off. My waffles and anime would have to wait.
That night...
I arrived in a gorgeous black cocktail dress, looking for people I knew. I saw Japan first. Gold and white suit. My heart melted. Russia was in his usual clothes... with Belarus. Then England, wearing a black suit and tie. Three of the hottest men there. I walked over to bar and ordered my first drink. Welcome to Friday.
Present.
The pictures were, shocking, lightly put. The first one wasn't so bad. Me with my arms around Russia, Japan and England. My face was stinging and I touched it The memory came rushing back. I was slightly tipsy by then and tried to kiss Russia. Belarus saw and immediately came rushing over. The fight began. I remember Italy saying something about pasta. Austria didn't want blood on his suit. Denmark was egging us on. I think it took Germany, Prussia, America and Spain to finally pull us apart. Last night was a blur. I put my head down and after a few minutes looked at the bright screen again. The next one, was not as light.
"Oh, jeez... My future life with Japan is over." By that time I was completely flat-out drunk. My curled hair was limp and my dress wasn't looking to fabulous either. I remember something about love me forever and let's get married. I think he tried to kiss me and I advanced. Ooooh boy after that I remember losing my shoe. I face palmed myself.
" Why, Why why why why why!? I will NEVER trust you again France." I looked down and saw my Dolce and Gabbana shoes ruined. My life was horrible. I flipped through the pictures and saw certain people having good times. Germany and Italy, Spain and Romano, and some others. Another knock at my door. I wouldn't answer this time.
"Oh come on! Open up! It's not that French git this time!" Even better England.
"Go away!"
" Last night was pretty fun!" He sang-song. I opened the door moodily. He had a look of shock.
"You look... better?"
"Very funny!" All of a sudden something hit me.
"How did I get home?" He looked embarrassed for a second and then gave me a re-accounting of what happened.
"And so I carried you home and I here I am." Pretty much everybody left before they became drunk like me and England was nice enough to bring me home.
"Thanks." I muttered.
"Thank you for being the last person I see and giving me an amusing tale before I shut myself off."
"Whadyamean? Why are you shutting yourself off?"
"Not that I can exactly look some people in the eye."I scoffed.
"You'll be fine! I'll be back later with scones and tea!" With that he left me staring there after him. Wondering about my fate.