Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or certain idea's from Atama Ga Kuru Teru's story 'World is Ours', but I do own my characters and this plot.

WARNING: There's a lot of drunken debauchery in this chapter!

Chapter 4: Germany Does Keg Stands?

I throw back my head and laugh as Kaylie giggles beside me. We're sitting outside the student center eating lunch as is our usual Friday routine since last semester. It's an absolutely beautiful day. And sitting and talking with Kaylie, eating our crappy college cafeteria sandwiches gives me the feeling of normalcy that I've been craving all week.

Kaylie has been my best friend since we were roommates together in the dorms our freshman year of college. We don't live together anymore as Kaylie lives with her long-time boyfriend, but we're still as tight as ever. Kaylie is gorgeous with auburn hair and bright green eyes and her personality is infectiously bubbly. She's also ridiculously athletic- she runs cross-country for the university and plays on the intramural volleyball and (her favorite) girl's rugby teams.

"So, how did your classes this week go?" Kaylie asks me.

I make a face and she laughs. "They're ok, I guess," I reply. "It's just school, you know?"

Kaylie nods knowingly. "And what about your history class?"

I resist the urge to make another face, but Kaylie grins at me anyways. "It's probably going to be the death of me."

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad."

"It's just not my thing."

"It sounds pretty interesting to me. Aaron said you had to join the International Club or something for it? I didn't even know the school had one of those."

I hurriedly squash my alarm, hoping that it doesn't show on my face. I didn't think Aaron would tell anyone! "Yea….I didn't either." As I begin to laugh awkwardly I see that Kaylie has suddenly zoned out. "Kaylie?...You ok?"

"Yea, I'm fine." That's when I realize that Kaylie isn't zoning out, but actually focusing on something over my shoulder. "Jordan…there's three really hot guys over there and I think they're all staring at you!" Kaylie eyes have now lit up excitedly, but I just have a horrible feeling of dread. Turning around slowly I see the three of them standing a bit behind me- France, China, and Russia. What did I do to deserve this?

France suddenly notices that I've seen them and waves at me. "Bonjour Jordan!" I flinch and quickly look away, though I know that it's too late.

"Oh my gosh!" Kaylie gushes to me in a hurried whisper. "So you do know them! You're going to introduce me right?"

Kaylie shuts up as the three countries approach me from behind. "I'm glad we found you Jordan. Your school's campus is very confusing," China says.

"Da. And there are so many nice people who stare and point." Russia adds in his ever-happy tone. He says it like it's a good thing. Though I'm not surprised that he's attracting attention considering he's still wearing his scarf despite the heat.

"Wow, you've got such interesting new friends Jordan!" Kaylie says, eyeing the countries eagerly. "You're going to introduce me, right?" I wince as Kaylie's foot connects with my shin under the table.

"Of course," I sigh reluctantly. I should have known that Kaylie was going to end up meeting some of the countries sooner or later. "Guys, this is my friend Kaylie. And Kaylie these are some of the guys from the International Club." It's an effort for me not place sarcastic emphasis on 'international club'. "This is China, Russia, and-"

I'm interrupted by France suddenly sliding onto the picnic table bench next to Kaylie. "And I am France, ma belle dame." France smiles charmingly and then- and I can't believe he actually has the guts to do it- he picks up Kaylie's hand and kisses it. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Kaylie, being the hopeless romantic she is, eats it up. She blushes prettily and giggles, fluttering her eyelashes at France. "It's nice to meet you too."

As China makes a sound of disapproval in the back of his throat I stand up and walk around the table. Grabbing the back of France's shirt I pull him away. "She's spoken for," I growl as I pull him to his feet and push him back over towards China and Russia. France doesn't protest, but he does pout childishly at me.

"Jordan!" Kaylie exclaims, sounding cheated. I shoot her a glare and she gives me a pout that rivals France's. Kaylie really is loyal to her boyfriend, but she spends way too much time reading those romance novels so she gets mushy every time a boy makes eyes at her. Which actually happens pretty often. It's exhausting keeping her in check sometimes.

"Sorry Kaylie," I reply quickly, grabbing my backpack and my trash from lunch so that I can get away before anything else happens. "Anyways, I need to get to class. And have a word with these three." I shoot the three countries a dirty look that they either don't see or ignore.

"Oh ok," Kaylie says, disappointed. "But I'll see you guys tonight right?"

I freeze as France, China, and Russia all turn towards Kaylie. Oh please, no. Please, please, please no! "What do you mean, belle dame?" France asks, as Kaylie starts blushing again.

"The party tonight. Jordan invited you didn't she?" All three of them now turn towards me. I swallow, hard.

"No, she didn't," France replies, smirking at me. "But thank you so much for informing us. We'll be sure to attend." France blows a kiss at Kaylie as he turns away, sending her into another fit of giggles. As he walks by me he grabs my elbow. "You have a class to get to right chérie?" China and Russia say their own goodbyes and then close rank behind us and I'm left with no choice but to be dragged along by France.

Finally, some distance away, in the shadow of one of the classroom buildings, France releases me and steps back to join Russia and China. All three of them look at me expectantly. "What?" I finally ask, feeling uncomfortable under their scrutiny.

"You're having a party tonight and you didn't tell us? I'm hurt, chérie," France begins, laying a hand over his heart.

"It's most rude." Chine chastises me. "You should have invited us as well."

"Do you not want us around?" Russia asks tilting his head to the side, his smile never faltering.

"Hold on a second!" I protest, holding a hand up to stop them before they can say anything more. "First of all it's not my party. It's a party for Danny's frat. They're having it at our house because they can't have it on campus. And second of all you guys don't actually want to come to a college party do you?"

"Why wouldn't we?" France asks, flipping his hair elegantly. "College parties are the epitome of youth and exuberance, oui?"

"It's rude not to invite us whether we want to come or not," China says. "And of course we want to come!"

"We're your friends, da? Why wouldn't we like to come?" Russia adds, closing his eyes as his smile widens.

All I can do is gape dumbfounded at them for a moment. They actually want to come to a great, big, get-so-drunk-you-pass-out-and-have-no-memory-of-what-happened college party? Who would've thought that nations of the world would be interested in that? I mean, don't they have more important things to be worrying about? But France, China, and Russia are all just staring at me expectantly. And they said they consider me their friend…I don't have the heart to just tell them that they can't come. So, against my better judgment…"Ok…you guys are invited."

"Yay!" Russia says, grinning like a kid who's just been promised ice cream.

China nods in approval. "We would be honored to attend."

"That's more like it," France adds, smiling at me in a way that I can only describe as smoldering.

"Ok, fine," I say, my face suddenly feeling hot. "But try not to attract too much attention tonight, alright? And Russia, why in hell are you wearing that scarf? It's like 90 degrees out here!"

Russia looks down at his scarf, confused. Other than the offending item he's just dressed just as normally as France and China. "It was a gift from my big sister Ukraine. I always wear it."

"But you don't need it now."

"But it's always cold at my place," Russia replies, smiling again. I blink at him stupidly. Russia is just…weird. China eyes him warily as France just shakes his head at me.

"…Anyways, I really do need to go to class now…"

"We'll see you tonight then!" China says cheerily as he turns and begins to walk away. Russia follows him, half-turning back to wave at me. I sigh. I didn't have the heart to tell them that they couldn't come, but I've got an awfully bad feeling about this party now.

"Don't worry so much, chérie." My breath catches in my throat as France's voice comes from next to my ear. I turn to see him right next to me. When did he get so close? I've never realized how blue his eyes are, I think dazedly. France smiles and my heart flips over. "Tonight will be fun," he promises. He then lifts a hand and runs it through my hair where it hangs over my ear, allowing his fingers to ghost over my jaw as he walks away. "Until then…"

As soon as France turns away from me whatever hold he had on me is broken. I lean back into the wall of the building, my hand over my heart that is beating a mile a minute. That's not fair. That's really not fair. How can some one who is so obviously perverted be so…so…charming? My face burns as I gather myself and start walking to class. I've definitely got a bad feeling about this party now.

We've finally got everything set up and people are just starting to arrive. There's a couple of beer pong tables in the family room, there's a keg out back and another one hidden in Danny's room, and alcohol is available on pretty much every other flat surface. The blow out party for the beginning of the semester is set, and boy am I not excited. It's pretty normal for us to host parties at our house since the campus is dry and Danny's frat can't have them at the frat house, but I never get too excited about them. It can be fun to party hard every once in a while, but I'm always the one who ends up cleaning up the mess the next morning.

And I have another reason to be apprehensive tonight- all the countries are coming. Apparently France, China, and Russia told the others about the party because they all jumped me when I got home. After a lot of shouting and shoving I managed to get the point across that they were all invited, but they needed to enter through the front door and not through my bedroom door. Just because they live in the globe in my room doesn't mean the rest of the world needs to know it. They promised me they would but I'm still freaking out about it.

"Hey Jordan!" I turn to see Kaylie coming through the door, her boyfriend Brian behind her.

"Yo," Brian adds, raising a hand in greeting. "You got any Jack?"

"In the kitchen," I reply, pointing over my shoulder with my thumb. Brian nods in thanks and disappears into the kitchen.

Her boyfriend out of sight Kaylie latches onto my arm. "So are they coming?" she whispers to me excitedly.

I roll my eyes. "Yea, they're coming."

"Oh good. I'm so excited!" Kaylie squeals.

"You already have a boyfriend, you know," I remind her.

"Psh! I know that! But you don't," she replies slyly, smirking at me. All I can do is gape at her. That hasn't been her plan all along has it?

I don't get the chance to ask, as the front door is suddenly slammed open. "Ok everyone! The hero has arrived!" I resist the urge- but just barely- to slap my palm against my forehead as American stands in the doorway, hands on his hips, and laughs. At least they came through the front door after all.

"America! I didn't know you were coming!" Danny shouts, coming out of the kitchen.

"Of course, dude!" America replies, high-fiving Danny as he approaches. "Now let's get this party started!"

Danny drags America over to one of the beer pong tables and the rest of the countries filter in through the door. Kaylie is staring at them all open mouthed. And she isn't the only one. Most of the other girls in the room have turned hungry stares on them. "Oh my god, Jordan," Kaylie whispers in my ear. "You didn't tell me that you had more hotfriends!" From the door France spots us and winks at Kaylie. I'm surprised she doesn't faint then and there.

The countries begin to spread out and Germany approaches me with Italy and Japan in tow. "Do you have any…uh…good beer?" Germany asks, eyeing a box of cheap stuff with distaste.

"Probably," I shrug. "If there is any it's in the back of the fridge." I point over my shoulder to the kitchen.

"Danke," Germany grunts, disappearing into the kitchen.

"Good evening Jordan-san," Japan says, bowing, before following Germany.

"Hi Jordan!" Italy yells despite the fact that he's right in front of me. "Ve! Who's your friend?"

"Yes, you should introduce us," Britain says, coming up behind Italy. Kaylie really does look like she might faint now from all the attention. She's blushing a very bright pink.

"This Kaylie. Kaylie, Italy and Britain."

"It's really nice to meet you guys," Kaylie gushes.

"It's nice to meet you as well," Britain replies pleasantly.

"Ve! You're really pretty Kaylie!"

Kaylie is reduced to a stammering thank you and I slip away, not willing to witness Kaylie lose her grip on her ability to speak. Or Britain's rant that is bound to follow. I head into the kitchen and run into Aaron. "I didn't think you were going to invite them," Aaron says, nodding with raised eyebrows to where Germany is rummaging in the back of the fridge while Japan has been cornered by a couple of girls and looks extremely uncomfortable.

"I didn't really invite them," I reply sourly. "Kaylie did."

"Oh." Aaron looks back at Germany where he stands scowling at the fridge and muttering what are probably curses in German. Japan has managed to escape back out into the living room. "Well I guess it's not a bad thing. I mean they're your friends right? This will give them a chance to meet some more people."

"I guess," I sigh. There's that word again. 'Friends'. I guess they consider me their friend, but I'm not sure that they're mine. Or that I want them to be mine. Is that mean? Probably. I mean it touches me that they consider me a friend. But would you call a bunch of people who suddenly jump into your life and turn it on its head your friends? Thinking about this is making my head hurt.

"Here." I'm pulled forcefully from my thoughts as Aaron shoves a can of beer into my hand. "You look like you need it," he says. Then he claps his hand on my shoulder in a consoling way and walks out into the family room. I lean against the counter and look down at the can of beer in my hands. I'm really not sure about this whole thing. But I can't exactly tell them to go home now. I guess the best I can do is hope for the best and do what I can to mitigate any damage they might cause. I crack the can of beer open. I get the feeling I'm going to need this tonight.

"Would you like to become one with me?"

The two girls in front of Russia giggle, one drunkenly slopping her drink all over her hand as she leans into her friend. "Ok," she replies, batting her eyelashes at him.

Russia grins widely, but before he can do anything I grab the loose part of his scarf and pull him away. "Hey!" the other girl exclaims angrily.

"He didn't mean it like you thought he did," I tell her. "Enjoy the party!" I add as I drag Russia to the other side of the room.

Once I release my hold on his scarf Russia coughs a couple of times. "Jordan, you almost choked me. It's good you didn't though. If you had I probably would have killed you."

"Sorry…?" All the other countries seem like they're scared of Russia. I definitely thought he was weird, but I wasn't entirely sure what was so frightening about him. But when he says stuff like that with a smile on his face it's definitely…creepy.

"It's ok. Just don't do it again, da?"

"Sure. As long as you stop asking people to become one with you."

Russia nods. "Ok. Everyone will be one with me one day anyways." And there it is again. The creepiness.

I suppress my shiver. "Just don't do anything too crazy ok?"

"Da," Russia agrees easily. And then he pulls out an entire handle of vodka from under his scarf. How he hid it I have no idea.

Russia catches me staring at the massive bottle of alcohol and his smile drops. "I'm sorry. I would offer you some, but it's not enough to share." My eyes snap up to Russia's in total shock. He can't be serious. But judging by the look of remorse on his face he is.

"Don't worry about it," I tell Russia faintly as I turn away. He really isn't human if he can drink that entire bottle by himself and not die of alcohol poisoning. I only get a couple steps away from Russia before Italy bounces up to me holding a large tray of jello shots.

"Ve Jordan! What are these?" he asks shoving the tray into my face.

"Jello shots," I reply, taking a step back before Italy can spill them on me.

Italy tilts his head to the side, his expression confused. "Jello shots?"

"Yea. You know jello made with alcohol." He still looks confused. I sigh. "Look, they're actually pretty good. Have one and you'll see what I mean."

Italy turns his puzzled gaze to the tray. Hesitantly he grabs one of the little plastic cups holding the jello and brings it up to his face. He looks at me again and I mime throwing back a shot. Finally Italy opens his mouth and swallows the jello shot. He instantly breaks out into an enormous grin. "That was good!" Then his attention abruptly snaps away from me and he bounces past me towards three girls who have just entered the room. "Ve! Pretty girls! Do you want to some jello shots?"

I roll my eyes as I turn away, but yet again I'm stopped by one of the countries as France throws his arm over my shoulder. "See? This is fun oui?" he whispers, his breath fanning across my ear and sending shivers down my spine.

"Yea, great," I manage to say as I duck out from under France's arm. He doesn't seem the least bit perturbed however, stepping right up next to me again with a glass of wine in one hand. I suddenly find myself trapped in his gaze again, his eyes boring into my mind as my lungs forget how to breathe.

"Though…" he practically purrs, "I know something that would make this night much more fun, chérie."

Before my brain has the chance to unscramble itself and come up with a coherent answer someone shouts loudly into my ear in a drunken slur. "Bugger off you bloody frog. She doesn't want to do that with you!"

France's expression sours as Britain throws his arm over my shoulders. "And how do you know that?" France snaps at Britain.

"Because no one wants to do that with you!" Britain shouts. He then begins to laugh, swaying drunkenly. I catch a whiff of his breath and my nose wrinkles automatically. Britain isn't just drunk- he's wasted.

"You're trying my patience," France growls. Britain just laughs harder.

Suddenly France draws himself straight up and sniffs loudly. "Be that as it may, Britain, but I'm sure Jordan would rather do that with me than eat your cooking!" France is now grinning triumphantly.

Britain stares slack jawed at France for a moment before leaping forward and tackling him with an angry cry of "Take it back!" France goes down with a yelp and then they are rolling around on the floor trying to gouge each other's eyes out again. All I can do is stare dumbfounded as a crowd quickly gathers around the two of them and eggs on the fight.

"What the hell just happened?" I ask the air.

"Ah, don't worry about it," America says. "That's pretty normal actually."

I turn and raise my eyebrows at America. "I know the fighting is, but what the hell was up with Britain?"

America laughs. "Dude can't hold his liquor. He's the biggest lightweight ever!"

"America!" American turns at Danny's shout. "Get your ass out here! We're doing keg stands!"

America's face breaks into a huge grin. "Awesome! Come on Jordan!" He grabs my hand and drags me into the kitchen. As we pass through I spot China lecturing several girls about ancient Chinese wisdom. Japan stands next to him with a large bottle of alcohol in his hand that is covered in Japanese writing- I'm guessing that it's sake, but where he got it I have no idea- and looking absolutely miserable. And then we are out in the backyard where people are starting to get rowdy as a girl takes her turn to do a keg stand.

The girl comes down and stumbles drunkenly away while Danny steps up. America leaves me to go hold Danny's legs and I drift around the crowd looking for some place that's a little quieter. To my surprise I bump into Germany watching the keg stands with a somber expression and holding a glass of beer. "I'm kind of surprised," I tell him as I stop next to him. "I wouldn't have thought that keg stands would be your kind of thing."

Germany snorts derisively. "It's a disgrace. Not even bad beer should be treated like that."

While I don't disagree with him it's amusing that he's so bothered by it. I shrug in response and he rewards me with a glare. Our attention is drawn forward again at the loud cheer that the crowd lets out with the end of Danny's keg stand. Danny gives high fives to all of his friends around him and then grabs America's shoulder. "Alright it's your turn!"

"Yea!" America shouts in response, stepping up to the keg. I sneak a peek at Germany who is scowling fiercely and has begun to mutter under his breath in German again.

"Ve! Germany!" Italy suddenly stumbles up, the tray still in his hands though it only holds one jello shot now. Italy is considerably drunker than he was earlier as he waves the tray under Germany's nose. "These are really good! I saved the last one for you!"

Germany's eye has begun to twitch. "Nein, thank you."

Italy's reaction is instantaneous. "But…but…I saved it just for you!" There are tears welling up in the corners of his eyes now.

Germany sighs and unconsciously brings his free hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "That's very kind of you Italy, but I'm perfectly happy with just my beer."

Italy sniffles loudly but before he has the chance to respond another cheer breaks out from the crowd and he is distracted. "Ve? What's going on over there?"

"Keg stands," I sigh as America finishes his and begins to jump around cheering.

"Like beer? Ve, Germany you should do that!"

"No way in hell," Germany replies, shutting Italy down.

"That's cause you're a chicken!" Britain shouts from behind us in his drunken slur.

"Yes, a big, fat, potato eating chicken!" France laughs. Apparently they're friends now as they stumble forward, arms around each other's shoulders.

"I am not a chicken," Germany growls, both of his eyes twitching now.

"Dude Germany! Come here and do a keg stand!" America exclaims as he runs over to us.

"Nein! I refuse!" Germany explodes.

"What? Come on dude don't be such a party pooper."

"Ve, ve I think you should do it, Germany."

"Chicken! Chicken!"

Germany's so irritated that his face is turning red. "FINE!" he roars as he finally snaps. "Hold this!" he growls at me, shoving his beer glass in my face. I take it and he stalks off towards the keg, the crowd moving away to give him plenty of space.

"See! I told you he'd bloody do it!" Britain shouts, nearly falling down.

"No you didn't. It was moi who said that!"

"No it wasn't!"

"Yes it was!"

I sigh as Britain and France begin to fight again, they're truce apparently over. Turning again I see Germany shoo the people who step up to try and help him away. Then he puts his hands of the keg and goes up into a perfect handstand, completely unsupported. The roar from the crowd is nearly deafening.

"Awesome!" America exclaims, running back into the mob around the keg.

"Yay! Go Germany!...Ve?" Italy's attention span is, evidently, even shorter when he's intoxicated and so when another pretty girl walks by he doesn't even hesitate to shove the tray at me and go running off after her.

…You know what? I give up. I'm standing in my backyard in the middle of a ruckus of a college party with Germany's beer in one hand and a tray with one jello shot in the other and it's insanity all around me. Germany is doing a keg stand while America cheers him on. Italy has gone chasing after another girl while Britain and France, who apparently can't decide whether they're friends or enemies, are fighting yet again. China and Japan are doing who knows what while Russia is drinking an entire handle of vodka by himself. Seriously, I give up. I'm going to have these idiots in my life for at least the rest of the semester so I may as well get used to it and accept that my life is going to be total insanity for the next three months.

I set the tray down on the ground and grab the last jello shot. What's the first step to accepting all of this? For now, getting wasted.

I wake up slowly the next morning. Thankfully my hangover isn't too bad- just a dull throbbing ache. My memories from last night after that first jello shot are pretty blurry, but I think everything turned out ok. Actually I ended up having fun. I think… My bed is nice and warm and comfortable so I roll over with the intention of going back to sleep. And that's when I realize I'm not alone. My eyes snap open in alarm and I'm greeted by the sight of Italy's peacefully sleeping face, a little line of drool tracing its way down his chin. Suddenly terrified, I scream and push Italy off my bed. He hits the floor hard, but simply rolls over and continues sleeping. I blink in surprise. He's a heavy freaking sleeper.

Still breathing hard I sit up, horrified by thoughts of what might have happened last night. I don't remember anything, but that sure as hell doesn't mean nothing happened. Once I make sure that both Italy and I are fully dressed I breathe a sigh of relief and look around. My room is quite dark. Apparently I had the presence of mind last night- or sometime this morning- to close the curtains over my window. Standing, and after carefully stepping over Italy, I throw the curtains open to let the morning (or is afternoon?) sunlight into the room.

Immediately I hear two loud groans from the other end of the room. Turning I see Britain and France lying tangled up together on the floor as if they'd fallen asleep in the middle of one of their fights.

"Someone tell the light to shut up," Britain mumbles, rolling away and moving his arm to cover his face.

"Yes, please," France whimpers, curling up on himself.

I practically have to stuff my hand in my mouth to keep from laughing. It really is too funny to see them like that. Makes me wish I had a camera. I step back over Italy and then Britain and France before opening my door and stumbling out into the living room. Glancing around I see China sprawled out on the sofa, snoring softly. Japan is curled up in the beanbag chair fast asleep. And Russia and Germany are sitting at the table. Both of them have cups of coffee and Germany is reading the newspaper.

Russia looks up. "Ah, good morning Jordan!"

I see Germany's eyes flick up to me over the top of the paper before moving back down. "Guten Morgen."

"Yea, morning," I reply, running a hand through my hair. "Is it really still morning though?"

"Da," Russia answers with a smile. "But just barely." I glance over at the clock by the kitchen. 11:43.

"Ah well," I shrug as I pull out a chair and sit down as well. "It's Saturday. How are you guys already up though?"

Russia looks puzzled. Germany lowers his newspaper and levels a raised-eyebrow stare at me. "What do you mean?"

"You drank a lot last night didn't you? You're not hung-over at all?" My tone may have slipped into pleading a bit at the end.

"Of course not," Germany scoffs, disappearing behind the newspaper again.

Russia shakes his head energetically. "I never have problems like that."

Right. Of course not. Russia and Germany. I should have known better. "Where'd you get the coffee from?"

"Good morning Jordan!" I flinch away from America's shout, his voice loud enough to make a spark of pain flash through my temples. Of course America's up. I should have expected that too. "You're just in time! I'm almost done making breakfast!" America sets a cup of coffee down in front of me and then goes back into the kitchen. I can't help but feel a bit bemused. He definitely doesn't strike me as the type to do his own cooking.

I sit and nurse my coffee for a few minutes until America reappears holding a massive plate of pancakes. He sets it down in front of me and all I can do is stare. "What is all this?"

"It's my super amazing double double chocolate pancakes with maple syrup, chocolate sauce, whip cream, and sprinkles! And bacon!" America adds, setting down a plate piled high with bacon next to my pancakes.

Germany and Russia are staring at the food with disgust and curiosity respectively, but my mouth is watering. Not only does it look amazing, but smells amazing too. It's probably not the best thing for my hang over either, but I don't give a damn right now.

"You're not actually going to eat that are you?" Germany asks, looking horrified.

"Why wouldn't I?" I reply, accepting the fork that America hands me. I dig in and shove the first forkful into my mouth. I'm not sure I've ever tasted anything so good before in my life. "America…this is amazing. I think I love you."

"Of course! I'm the hero after all!" America laughs before disappearing into the kitchen again.

Germany ruffles his newspaper several times before hiding behind it again, though I can hear him muttering angrily in German. Russia is watching me it with fascination.

When I shoot Russia a questioning look he simply meets my eye and smiles. "American eating habits are disgusting!"

"Damn straight." I reply, stuffing another forkful of pancake in my mouth. "God bless America!"

Author's Note

Yay another chapter! And I know there isn't any history stuff in this one, but I'm not planning on doing in it every chapter. I want to focus on Jordan's life some and I think it'd get a little bit old if I did it every single chapter. And despite the fact that there isn't history in this one, this chapter is still important. I've made it pretty clear (or at least I think so) that Jordan's been fighting this whole experience since it started, but in this chapter she literally gives up. So the countries will have a much bigger role in her regular life now than before. And while this chapter isn't is long as the last one it kind of amuses me that it ended up being way longer than I thought it would.

I feel like I should warn everyone now that I don't plan on staying away from parts of history that are controversial or unpleasant. History is history and I'm not about to cut any of it out just because someone doesn't like it. Also this story is based on my own college experience in many ways and if you haven't been to college yet let's just say your experience may vary. But it will be awesome. I've never actually done a keg stand or taken jello shots, but I have been to parties like the one described above. And in case you were wondering Jordan and her friends are all over 21.

Ten! OMG TEN REVIEWS! Gosh, y'all make me so happy ^-^. But seriously I'm really happy that you gave the last chapter that many reviews and that they were all so emphatically positive. In all seriousness this is pretty much my favorite and my most mature and well-written story to date, so I really want it to be my most popular and your reviews really mean a lot to me. THANK YOU SO MUCH sora0995, Demon Piper, HannajimaShields, Atama Ga Kuru Teru, Stella laLuna, Rinny009, ShadedEclipse, Sora'struelover, Piyo13, and ShippudenFlower. Really, THANK YOU! And please review this chapter too, even if it's just to say you hate it (though you need to tell me why then!). And if you did hate it don't worry- there will be more history next chapter. And ShippudenFlower- I have no idea when CoD is supposed to be set. But I think there's a lot of shooting at Russians. Actually I'm not even sure that you can play it multi-player on one TV. Oh well…LOL.

So sora0995 asked me what my favorite character was…and honestly I don't know. For whatever reason I can't pick just one. It was actually a problem when I was looking for a new avatar, but I ended up settling for this one 1. Because I'm American, and 2. Because I like to eat. SO yea. But America's not necessarily my favorite. I do have favorite quotes though, one of which I used in this chapter. Can you guess? Well probably, but it's fun to ask anyways. Also, I want to know…who is YOUR favorite character? And no I'm not doing this just because I want more reviews. I'm actually curious.

On more thing. I've been debating for a while now who should get to kiss Jordan for the first time. I'm not saying I'll listen, but I figured I'd ask my readers who you think it should be. Let me know!

ANYWAYS! Enough rambling…

Thanks for reading!

imagination junkie