Author's Notes: So ummm, this is late. Yep, really late. Like 7 months late. But uh…yeah I got no excuse. I know it sucks because I'm a bit rusty at writing, but enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

Warning: Under aged drinking. Only a bit.

ALSO THANKS FOR THE AWESOME REVIEWS

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"Alfred, get up, eh!" I heard a shout in my sleep, but ignored it. Because like sleep is a beautiful thing. I was going to sleep however long I could. It seems like no one ever gets enough sleep. Maybe that was one of Mr. Kirkland's problems. He could be so cranky because he never gets enough sleep, or maybe he's just a jerk. Probably the latter.

Apparently though the luscious sleep didn't last very long. You know why? Because the infamous pillow throw to my face happened. I spazzed and sat up immediately, half-heartedly glaring at Mattie.

He laughed at my reaction and approached the bunk, throwing me my superman hoodie, "Time to go to Gil's," he told me, crossing his arms and leaning against the bunk.

I took the hoodie from his hand, slipping my arms into each of the provided arm holes and pulled it on with a mumbled thank you. "Oh right, Gilbert wanted me to go meet him," I remembered and quickly jumped down from the bed. Plopping right down onto the floor next to Mattie. I grabbed the sneakers that were right next to me and slipped those on with a bit of struggle.

Man I missed velcro shoes. Do you know how difficult it is to slip on converse high tops? It's difficult because you can't slip them on, you just can't! You have to go through the whole process of untying them and retying them, it's just stressful and time consuming.

"Yeah, better get going," Mattie tossed me my spare key to the dorm, I easily caught it (I actually dropped them, but don't tell anyone) and stood up. I pulled Mattie into a quick hug before sprinting out the dorm room to Gil's room.

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"Gil, where are we going?" I asked him. I groaned, lying down on his dorm floor while he dug through his dresser drawers.

"Ve," he began, pulling out a wad of cash from his drawer, "are going to a club," he finished, revealing the wad of cash and two fake ID's. How he even got the fake IDs was beyond me. The fact that he even had one for me was extremely concerning.

Shouldn't I be concerned about that? It was like he planned this. Well...knowing Gil, he probably did.

"Where did you get those?" I asked astonished, as I raised forward, sitting up and pointing at the IDs.

"Don't vorry about it. I've had them for a vhile, just for a situation like zhis," he smirked. "So, are you in or not?"

Was he serious? We were actually going to go to a club. Where there's like half-naked girls, booming music that makes your chest vibrate, alcohol, and who knows what else. It sounded cool! But…what if we got caught. I thought detention was bad. If I got arrested for a fake ID it'd be official that I would need to turn my hero badge in. Or just stop wearing superman hoodies...

"Dude, I don't know...," I replied, rubbing the back of my head.

"Oh come on, it's not like it's a major club or anything vith dj's. It's just a small joint in a back alley. People just go there to drink, forget, and listen to bands play," he reassured, patting my shoulder.

Well, what could happen? Usually luck was on my side. Minus about four days ago, but that was beside the point. Maybe we wouldn't get caught. And I'd actually get to drink for the first time!

"Alright I'm in," I decided, smiling wide.

"Yes!" Gilbert fist pumped. He turned around and started grabbing his stuff, getting everything together. Until he stopped and looked at me. His eyes flicked from my feet to my head.

"...That's not going to vork for a club," Gil stated, as he gestured to my rumpled clothes.

My eyebrows furrowed as I looked down at my clothes. "What's wrong with them?"

"You slept in them," he rolled his eyes, going back to his closet. "How do you expect to get laid if you're looking like a fifth grader in all that superman," he snorted.

I plopped down on the bed, crossing my arms. I liked my clothes. There was nothing wrong with them. Like come on! Superman is totally cool, same with Captain America and Batman. You know I wonder who would win in that fight.

I looked at Gil to see what he was wearing. Lots of leather. Then I looked to what I was wearing. He was probably right...These weren't going to do. As much I hated admitting that to myself. My portable candy machine that rains a fatty rainbow would have to stay.

"Damn it. I don't have any clean clothes except this," he hissed, rummaging through his closet more while I tried peering over his shoulder.

"Alright, zhis will have to do," he sighed. With clothes in hand, he turned around and tossed them at me.

I got hit in the face. Well that was rude.

Or how Michelle would say, 'How rude'.

With distaste I peeled the clothes off of my face and looked at what they were. Ok black skinny jeans, that wasn't too bad. But the shirt was fucking weird.

At first I thought it was a Mountain Dew shirt because I saw the logo symbol on it and it was a green colored shirt.

Then I actually read the words on it. "'Mount and do me'?" I read them out loud, looking at Gil skeptically.

He laughed with his weird 'kesesese', "It's ze only shirt I have zhat's clean. Now hurry up and strip!"

I blinked at him. That didn't sound wrong or anything.

I unzipped my hoodie, and reluctantly took my shirt off. He was staring at me. I was feeling self-conscious and I didn't know why. Plus I really didn't want to put this weird ass shirt on. Who the heck wears a shirt that says 'Mount and do me'?

Quickly, I slipped on the new shirt. And in quicker speed I unhooked my belt, unbuttoned my pants, pulled the zipper of my pants down and wiggled on the skinny jeans.

I hated skinny jeans. With a passion. Like come on! They were so constricting you couldn't even run in them. How girls wore them was beyond me.

"Better!" Gil remarked, smiling at me with an almost cocky grin. Swiftly, he grabbed his keys up from the dresser along with the money and ID's. We were really going to do this weren't we? Yep, we were. On the bright side maybe I could convince Gilbert to take me to McDonalds, or as I liked to call it "Mickey Dicks" before we would go to the club. I probably wouldn't be able to convince him though, he's stubborn as fudge.

He turned around to face me, handing me some money and the ID, "Don't lose that," he told me as he handed them over. Psh, I don't lose everything that easy. I mean yeah, I thought the sock fairy existed because of how much I couldn't find my clothes, but again, that's beside the point. Mattie somehow always finds the missing clothes on his bunk.

Weird.

"Yeah, yeah. I won't lose 'em. Scouts honor," I false saluted at him. In reply he rolled his eyes.

"Alright, let's go."

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I kept my eyes trained on the car's dashboard for most of the drive there. Every once in a while I would play with the radio only for Gil to slap my hand away and change it back to the heavy metal station he liked.

The stations I liked usually had pop music and that announcer that practically had honey dripping from their voice because it was so sweetly fake. The type of stations Gilbert liked had people screaming their music.

Gilbert spun the wheel around recklessly, going way past the speed limit as he did. We were gonna crash. This is it, the hero is going to die in a car crash. I always thought I'd die of a sugar coma first.

"Gil, slow the hell down, dude!" I cried out, squirming in my seat and holding onto the provided car handle-thingy on the ceiling for dear life.

"No vay!" He laughed, pushing his foot down harder on the pedal making the car zoom faster down the road. On every bump we hit it made the car feel like it was flying off of the ground. Oh God, I'm gonna be sick.

Besides fearing my death, I looked down my shirt with distaste "Mount and do me," the shirt read. Ok, I was like ninety-nine percent positive that was meant to be sexual. In some way or another. I think it was. Ugh, why did i get stuck wearing this? Why couldn't it be a regular soda shirt? But nooo.

"Hey," Gilbert spoke up right as he practically spun the wheel in a complete circle, making the whole car lurch to the left and me get thrown against my car door with a wince. "Ve're here," He announced proudly, parking the car into an empty parking spot.

I sat there, looking pale as a ghost and holding on the car handle-thingy still, gasping for air and still trying to recover from the death spin that almost made me puke my non-existent lunch. Stupid lunch ladies.

Gilbert glanced at me; he barked with laughter and turned the engine off, "Come on."

I peeled myself away from the door, popped said door open and slid out. My legs were still shaky from the "awesome", car ride. Right about now I could practically hug the ground. It was over! I was alive! Until the drive back...Ah cheeseburgers.

I sighed and glanced at where Gil was walking to. Behind the parking lot was a small gate in front of where two houses had a gap between them, which was where Gilbert was going. On the gate were some signs asking for admission. No doubt the club was behind the gate in the alley way. Finally snapping out of my daze, I darted over to him and slowed to a walk once I got next to him

I eyed the alley way with a crease of worry on my forehead. Ok, this would be ok, ya know? Just a little club. Can't be that bad, right?

No matter how much I reassured myself, my nerves were still all over the place. I've never been to a place like this. Man oh man, I've been doing some bad things this week haven't I? First vandalism now lying about my age, and sneaking into a club.

Yup, thug life. Oo, maybe I could go to McDonalds after this and get a happy meal with one of those cool new 'How to Train your Dragon', toys. Toothless is an adorable dragon, ok?

Yup, thug life alright.

Getting back on topic (woopsiiieee), on the bright side this could be totally cool! Maybe I'd finally get to try alcohol. But like, that was illegal for my age. And hero's don't break laws. So maybe I shouldn't try it. Well we'll see what happens.

Gilbert glanced over at me from the corner of his eye, he snorted at seeing my face. I probably did look like I was about to piss myself to be honest.

"What?" I blinked out of my own thoughts and met his stare.

"Don't be so vorried!" He chuckled and shook his head. He approached the gate of the club with the usual swagger in his step. The swagger that I could never quite imitate. I remember when I first met Gilbert, I thought he was the awesomest person alive and tried to somewhat copy him to be liked like him.

I trailed after him with a slight pout, kicking pebbles, "I ain't worried!"

As we approached the gate, Gilbert reached into his chest pocket and pulled out two single IDs out of his pocket along with the wad of cash. He stopped in front of the bouncer and held the IDs up to the man's face, waving them around slightly.

The bouncer himself was a big dude, to be honest. He looked like he could eat us if he wanted to. The weirdest part about him was when I looked at his gun holster there was no gun, or even a tazer. He had his freaking phone in there instead. 'Don't move or I'll text you'. Like I wasn't cramping on his style, but like, seriously dude? It's a phone. You looked cool, but the phone ruined it.

While I laughed at the whole phone thing the bouncer eyed the IDs, his meaty forehead creasing slightly as he read over the IDs carefully. He stroked the unshaven stubble on his chin in thought. His eyes traveled from the IDs to our faces, inspecting them closely.

This repeated a couple times, too long for my taste.

My eyes looked from side to side, hoping no one else in the parking lot was staring at us. I rubbed my sweaty palms off on my jeans and looked up at the man, "Heh...So can we go in?" My voice practically sounded like a little, scared schoolgirl when I asked that. Honestly, I couldn't believe such an embarrassing voice came out of my mouth. Apparently, Gil couldn't either because when I spoke he started snickering.

Right now could go two ways, we could get arrested, or go into a club.

After a couple moments passed the bouncer grunted with a nod, tearing his stare away from the IDs. Gilbert thanked him and handed me my own "ID". The bouncer nodded and opened the gate, stepping aside and allowing us access. I struggled to quickly pocket the ID and follow after Gil who was already striding confidently into the club.

As I approached the door I could already hear the music inside. It wasn't like neon lights and booming music. Ya know like the music you hear when a teen drives by you and his car is bouncing to the music. And you just kind of look at the car like, 'Sir, what are you doing?' Yeah that kind of music, it wasn't like that. It was nice pleasant plucking of guitar strings and the beating of drums.

Gilbert held the door open for me; I nodded at him and strode inside.

What I saw was so cool, dude! In the corner of the small club was a stage with a band on top of it, strumming on their instruments and beating away at the drum, tables were gathered around facing the stage, and behind the tables was a little bar with friendly looking customers. If I didn't know any better I'd say this looked like one of those weird English places. What are they called..? Um, a pub? Yeah a pub! It looked like a pub sort of thing. The whole place had a nice red glow to it, making it appear homey.

He smiled behind me and clapped a hand on my shoulder, leaning in to speak in my ear so I could hear better, "I'm going to go see if I can score. You can go enjoy jourself ok?"

Gilbert didn't even let me answer, he already slipped a wad of cash into my hand and was brushing past me, heading to the bar towards some girls that were barely wearing clothes. They looked like those girls I see in those kickass movies like the fast and the furious.

I glanced around the room, not really being sure what to do. I could like get some pizza, but I didn't think they sold pizza. Most likely not. Oh! Do you know they sell pizza with the crust stuffed with hot dogs in the good ol' U.S.A now?! I used to have to go all the way to Canada with Mattie just to get the stuff! Now they had it here and that was totally awesome!

The band looked pretty cool. I could always go over there. I nodded to myself and walked through the crowd of tables to a spare one near the front of the stage and took a seat. The lead singer sang his lungs out into the microphone and the guitarist danced around the stage while strumming on his black electric guitar. It was so awesome! I couldn't help but grin and watch them with delight. I've never seen a band perform before.

I was brought out of my amazement when a chair next to me was suddenly pulled out. These three older guys with each a distinct hair color sat down at my table. The one with red hair took a seat next to me, the other with ginger hair sat beside the redhead, and then the last one that was brunette sat on the other side of me.

I turned in my own seat to look at them with one raised eyebrow. I definitely didn't know them; beat me as to why they sat with me.

"This yer first time here? You don't look familiar," The redheaded asked with a smirk, leaning back casually in his chair. He reached into the basket of fries he was holding and took some out, nibbling at them while idly watching the band on the stage, not really looking at me.

That dude had a really thick accent. It sounded like Mr. Kirkland's, but then again not. Was it Scottish?

I looked at him, still dumbfounded. Was I supposed to reply, or nod? I didn't know.

"Of course it is Alli! He looks confused as feck!" The one with ginger hair chimed in, plucking a fry from the basket in the redhead's hand. This one looked a bit shorter than the redhead and younger with freckles dotting his nose.

He had an accent too! But it was different than the redheads slightly.

"Oi! Ask before takin' ya twit!" The redhead, 'Alli' snapped at the ginger.

Behind them was the brunette who was laughing, covering his mouth with his hand while he absentmindedly played with a napkin. This one looked slightly younger than the redhead as well.

The ginger smiled wide and took more fries despite the redhead's scolding, "What's mine is yers, dear brother."

So they were brothers? I could see it. They all had thick eyebrows and piercing green eyes.

Come to think of it those traits looked familiar...

The redheaded male rolled his eyes and gestured the basket of fries to me, "Want some?" he asked. I nodded and took some, gobbling them down immediately.

Hell yeah! Free food!

"So what's yer name, laddie?" The ginger asked me while stuffing his mouth with the stolen fries.

"Uh, I'm Alfred. You?" I answered. Was I allowed to give out my name? I think I was.

"I'm Seamus!" The ginger announced proudly.

"I'm Dylan," the brunette gave me a wave. Odd, his accent differed from the other two too.

The redhead grunted and brought a glass of something goldish- probably alcohol- to his lips, taking a whopping swig from the glass, "I be Allistor. So what's the likes of you doin' here?" he asked, glancing at me.

Oh fuck, what was I supposed to say?

"Oh I came here with a friend," I pointed over to Gil by the bar, who was currently flirting.

It looked like Gil was having no luck though.

The three men's heads all turned to look at Gilbert then back to me. Dylan nodded, "So he left you by yourself?"

I guess Gilbert sort of did. "Yeah, I guess."

Seamus piped up again, "Laddie, I have to ask. What the feck does that shirt yer wearin' say?" I blinked and looked down at the shirt I was wearing, tugging at it I read what it said. 'Mount and do me' looked back at me. Oh man, I completely forgot about my embarrassing shirt. My skin immediately felt warm. Was I blushing?

"M-mount and do me...," I replied. Stealthily, I sunk down lower in my chair so no one else could see the shirt.

Allistor choked on a fry, Seamus barked with laughter, and Dylan had to hide his face again to cover his fits of laughter.

"Why the hell are you wearin' that?" Allistor asked while still coughing. He quickly took another swig from his drink to get the fry unstuck from his throat while he punched at his chest.

My ears were burning and I tried to stare anywhere but at the three brothers who were currently laughing at me.

"Ok ok," Seamus hicked with laughter, "No further questions." It took a good minute before they all stopped laughing, but my embarrassment never went away.

"You didn't even buy a drink or any food yet. What the feck have you been doin' with yerself?" Allistor asked me, raising one bushy, red eyebrow.

"Just listening to the music."

Seamus scoffed, "That's borin'! Alli go get the kid a drink or somethin'!"

Allistor blinked at his supposed brother, "You want him to drink then you buy it!"

"No way, yer older. You buy it!" Seamus shot back.

I looked between the two. They really must have been brothers if they were bickering like that. It was kind of funny to be honest.

Allistor groaned and stood from his seat, "Fine. Come on, Alfred." He gestured to me and walked towards the bar. I blinked for a moment before standing up and following after him.

I made eye contact with Gil at the bar, who gave me an approving grin and a wink before going back to chatting away with the girls. What the hell was with that wink?

"Alright, what do you want to drink?" Allistor stepped up to the counter. He reached into his back pocket and tugged out a leather wallet. Digging into it, he slipped out a couple bills.

"Uuuuh, Cola?"

He snorted loudly in reply and looked at me with a look that said, 'are you serious?'

"I mean alcohol, boy."

Woops, "Oh, I've, uh, never had alcohol before," I told him truthfully.

For a moment he sat there, staring at me like I was a new species. "Ale it is." He decided for me, turning back to the counter and telling the bartender the order.

Soon the bartender returned and handed Allistor the bottle in exchange for the cash. He took the bottle with a nod and handed it to me, "Here, drink up."

I thanked him and took the bottle. Popping the cap off I glanced into the bottle. It looked weird.

It even had a weird smell to it. He laughed when he saw me eyeing it and patted me on the back, "It won't hurt you, boy. Just enjoy it," he winked, "Was a pleasure to meet you and by you yer first drink." With a nod and a wide grin he walked off, going back over to the table with Dylan and Seamus. Leaving me with the bottle of alcohol.

Was I supposed to drink this? What's the worst that could happen?

I hesitantly brought the opening of the bottle to my lips and tilted my head back, taking a swig of it.

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The world was a magical blur. Was I drunk? I didn't even know.

I couldn't even remember how many drinks I bought. The bartender cut me off a while ago and I was currently talking with some nice girls I met.

But I wasn't drunk, right? I couldn't have been. I mean I was walking fine!

"Alfred! Alfred!" A hand wrapped around my wrist and for a moment I thought it was a snake and squealed.

"Whoa- what?!" I blinked and my eyes finally came into focus to see Gilbert in front of me, pulling me away from the group of girls.

"Stop talking to cleaning supplies! Ve need to go, now!" He yelled at me, helping me to stand up. Cleaning supplies? What was he talking about?

I glanced over at the girls I was talking to, I blinked dumbfounded and I saw they really were mops and brooms. Great, I had been talking to a mop for about an hour. That's just...yeah not my greatest moment. Let's move on.

I held my head in one hand and swung my drink around with the other, "Oh hey, Gil! - Woops," That was me swinging the drink around and accidentally spilling it.

"Alfred, ve need to go now this is serious!" He hissed at me. He quickly pried the drink out of my hand and set it down, pulling me towards the exit of the club.

"Wha? Why?" I stumbled along with him. I may have been talking with mops, but overall I had been enjoying myself pretty much.

Gilbert sighed and turned me around and pointed somewhere in the club, "That's vhy!"

I turned to see where he was pointed and when my eyes focused once again I saw two familiar mops of blonde hair with even more familiar people under them.

Mr. Bonnefoy and Mr. Kirkland were sitting at the bar having a drink and talking to one another, every once in a while Mr. Bonnefoy put a hand on Mr. Kirkland's shoulder only for the Englishman to brush it off.

That couldn't have been good. We were so dead.

I turned around to look at Gilbert for help, but he was gone. Ran out the door.

Aw, hell.

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Author's notes: Pretty bad right? Eh, I'll practice to get back in the swing of things. And yay for the UK brothers! To be honest I'm trying to make this quick so I can finally update.

I'm working on new projects currently. One is an epic Hitman!Jones and Assassin!Kirkland story, another is a Pirate au. Both Hetalia stories, and both mainly UKUS with multiple pairings.

Let me know what you'd like to see in this fic, like pairings wise.

I'm honestly excited for next chapter. Sooo excited. Big plans.

Thank you and review, see you next time dudes