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"Jeg elsker at drikke! Du ikke, Lucia?" Denmark hugged me and Iceland grinned at nothing. Denmark didn't even notice when I escaped the hug.

"I can't understand you. I don't really drink, if that's what you mean." I sighed at both of them in front of me and my parrot rolled its eyes.

"Are these people mental, Lucy?"

"It's Lucia." I eyed both of them and pointed to Denmark. "That one is. I'm not sure about Mr Iceland."

"Lucia, will you get us home?" Iceland sounded slightly slurred. I sighed again.

"Iceland, I don't know where you live, and with the state the both of you are in I'm not sure you do either."

Iceland frowned. "Where do I live?" He put down his bottle of alcohol and tapped Denmark. "I'm serious, Denmark. Where do I live?"

Denmark giggled. "I can't remember!"

I picked up Denmark's mobile phone. Ringing the first number I found, a Nordic voice answered me.

"Denmark?"

I bit my lip. "He's drunk. I'm Lucia, who is this?"

"This is Norway." The person on the other end of the line sighed. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, Norway, please come get him and Iceland. Neither of them remembers where they live."

"What? Little brother went drinking with Den? Oh no. Miss Lucia, where are you?" He seemingly held no emotion in his voice.

"A bar called Carla's. It's near where the meeting was. Please can you come take us home, Mr Norway?" I pleaded with the voice on the end of the line. My Inner Weirdo was screaming 'come on, you asshat! I'M STUCK HERE WITH YOUR DRUNKEN BROTHERS!'

I mulled over the fact that they were drunk, and the lack of emotion in Norway's voice. I stood up and went to wait outside.

It was cold, unusually, and I huffed on my hands trying to keep them warm. Denmark stumbled after me and I blinked.

"Though you were drunk, Mr Denmark."

"Emil is naming your parrot Whisky. He said to tell you."

I screeched, rushing inside, and snatching up my parrot. "Her name's not Whisky! You can't name my parrot whisky! Her name is…"

I thought for a minute.

"…it's Orchid." I calmed the parrot down, and Denmark threw me over his shoulder again, singing happily.

"Lucia is here again, Lucia is our friend!" He patted my head and I started to hope that Norway would get here soon, because this was way awkward.

Orchid flew over to sit on Emil's shoulder. Traitor.

I sighed. "Mr Denmark, please put me down." He shook his head, laughing. "No way! It's fun carrying you around! You are like a little bear!"

I blushed red and tried to wiggle out from the stupid drunken idiot's grip. It was not fair!

"HEY WAITER!" I yelled.

The person serving us walked over.

"Put everything on France's tab. Tell him Lucille says bonjour."

I grinned at Denmark before he dropped me in shock on to the cold pub floor.

The stone pub floor.

"What did you just do, Lucia?"

"Made sure you can keep drinking, punishing France and Norway at the same time." I folded my arms.

Iceland stared vaguely at where I had been a few seconds ago, at Denmark's shoulder to be precise and frowned.

"That isn't nice."

I frowned. "Then don't get drunk."

"But you know that Den will drink until his liver is turning to putty." I grimaced and nodded, sitting down next to Iceland and wincing. "Maybe. Maybe his brain will wake up from long hibernation and actually tell him not to drink."

Iceland looked down and I bit my lip. "Oh, I didn't mean that offensively… I'm sorry…"

I trailed off as I saw him laughing, and Denmark frowned slightly. "Did you say something, Luce?"

Iceland shook his head and laughed again. I grinned slightly and Denmark raised an eyebrow. I curled up on the seat of the booth and Denmark sat next to me.

"Are you tired?"

I nodded. "I've got to stay awake until Norway comes, though. I'm keeping an eye on you."

Denmark burst out laughing and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Now, that's a real laugh!"

The door burst open and a man with light blond hair and blue eyes walked over. "I'm here. You are very drunk." He surveyed the mess of glasses on the table. I put my head on Denmark's shoulder and fell asleep, hoping that Norway would take care of his brother and friend.

… Denmark's point of view…

Lucia had fallen asleep against me and I grinned up at Norway. "Isn't she sweet?" I patted the hair and noticed something.

"Hey look! She's got blond hair here… but a little bit of brown hair here!" I grinned and hugged her and she sighed, shifting about slightly.

"I see. We are going home now."

I pouted. Norway was no fun! I let him pick up a passed out Iceland and picked Lucia up. She clung to my coat. "Where are we going?" she asked me, sleepily.

"Home, according to Norway. Go back to sleep, Lucia!"

She fell back asleep, lids covering the hazel orbs, and resumed lightly sleeping.