Well, sorry guys. I intended this to come out a lot earlier than it did. I'm still trying to decide a few more things about where this story is going to go. I have a general idea, but I haven't worked out the details yet. So, if you want to see anything special in here then just write it in a review or something and I'll write it in there. Enjoy!

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The whole house had become very stuffy and hot. Romano was still sitting at the table with the clueless American. However, now he was a lot drunker than when he entered the scene.

"BWHAHAHAHAHA!" The sound of echoed laughter bounced around the packed space and reached Romano's ears. He turned to the left and shot the American a smirk. "What are you laughing at?" The young man just shook his head and continued chuckling. Romano frowned and ran his right hand through his chestnut hair. He gave a heavy sigh and reached for another beer.

"You know, dude… I was thinking maybe the group could go out, you know? Like, crash some other party." Roy leaned back in his chair waiting for my response. Romano snorted and placed his drink back on the wooden table. "Really? I'm pretty sure there isn't anything else going on other than here." He folded his arms and raised his eyebrow. "Hehe, maybe you're right. But even if we can't find another party we can still crash other places, like bars or stores." "Hmmm…" The Italian hummed into the cup. That might be nice. Sure would be a change.

Romano slided the cup down back onto the slightly wet table. At this point, he'd had so much alcohol in his system that sitting still was a challenge. As much as he hated to admit it, drinking make him very jumpy and energetic. The Italian personification dragged his gloved hands onto the table and pushed himself up. He started to walk in the direction or the exit and turned around.

"Hey! American!" Roy jumped and glanced across the room. "You coming?"

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Now as I said before, it was the Italies birthday and it was always one of the largest parties of the year. So, naturally, that party would be the absolute best to crash…..

I stumbled out of the bar with Roy laughing at the bartender that kicked us out. By this time, I was soooo sober. Uhhh… I mean drunk. We wandered through the alleyways laughing by for no apparent reason.

"Wow, dude. I've never had so much fun in one night! Much less with you," Roy commented in his drunken state. He grasped my shoulders with a friendly chuckle.

"No problem. I'm not a killjoy as most bastards say," I said back. Oddly, in this state of mind, I become a happier, more enjoyable person…. Which is weird. I looked into the street and started off in the direction of the headquarters.

"Wait…. dude. How about we go there?" Roy asked smiling with excitement. His finger was pointing in the direction of a large, lit-up house. The sound of joy and fun reeked from the home as you could clearly see all the inhabitants. The house looked slightly familiar but in this state I really couldn't care less.

"Let's do it."

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Okay, guys. There is actually a okay reason for this to be so late. This was late because I didn't know what to do next after they got to the house. Therefore, I had to cut it short.

So, I need you people to help me. There are three options of how this could go:

While Romano is drunk, he hurts a few people.

Romano and Roy arrest the countries for unknown reasons. (Mafia can do whatever. They never get caught.)

Other-when you review type in what you want to happen

Please help me and reply in a review or in a p.m. Bye!