Thank you, those of you who are still sticking with this story for whatever reason! It's likely to be updated sporadically, because I fail like that. This is written with the help of Katarina Wolffe, one of my real life bromances! XD

Songs for Intense Inspiration: Embrace The Tres Bien Moi, Midnight Beast Parody of Tik Tok

I was still hugging Gilbert, and it was the next chapter.

Sighing, I forcibly extricated myself away from what was probably the most awesome hug I had ever gotten in my life. Seriously. Gilbert didn't hug too gently or too tightly, and he was just tall enough so that I could slump against him and he would hold up all of my weight comfortably.

…and he smelled really good, but that was just my fangirl.

Tanya tapped her foot against the ground, waiting for me to open the crate. I stared at it for a few moments before giving her the manual.

"Go figure it out. I'm hugging Gilbo again."

"Kesesese~" the albino held his arms out wide for me to wrap my arms around him again. Ahh… relaxation…

France made a whining sound, and then he wrapped his arms around me from behind, crushing my face into Prussia's chest.

"Mmph…" I complained softly, but let Francis hug both Gilbert and me.

There was a peeping noise and Gilbird landed on my head, apparently activated. Aw… he's so cute!

TANYA'S POV

"Well that's just rape-tacular…" I deadpanned, leaning against the wall. The manual had slightly small type, and it was started to irritate me.

As a plus (or minus, depending on how you think), France was starting to groan softly while hugging Nate, and it was friggin' scary. Actually, scratch that. Just France in GENERAL is friggin' scary.

"Hey, Nate, when you're done hugging it out with your newfound bromances, can you had pepper spray to the grocery list?" I asked before going back to reading the manual.

...Hey, don't look at me like that! Better safe than sorry, especially with a Frenchman on the loose!

"Ah, screw this!" I shouted, giving up on the manual without my glasses, throwing it at the trio. "¡España! Quick! Romano isn't wearing any pants! Oh Gawd, that's hot!" I yelled at the box, noticing out of the corner of my eye that Francis was suddenly looking around interestedly, and Nate was snickering.

Silence.

For a second, I feared that my amazing scheme wouldn't work. But, lo and behold, there was a quiet rumbling in the box, and the top popped off.

"Lovino, mi amore, where are you? I've missed you~!" the Spaniard crooned, looking around frantically.

"Sorry, buddy, I'm just shitting you. But pleasure to meet you!" I said, skipping up and waving at him from about 10 inches away.

For lack of anything better to do, Spain waved back.

And I waved back at him.

And he waved back at me.

And… you get the idea.

"Toni, long time no see!" Francis and Gilbert shouted at the same time.

They stared at each other for a second, before Gilbert ran over and knocked on the wall, shouting, "Jinx, you owe me a coke!"

Francis swore quietly in French. Antonio laughed before bro-hugging each of his comrades (and no, not in a communist sense).

"Let me introduce you to these beautiful ladies!" Francis said, before gesturing flamboyantly to Nate.

"This is the lovely Nate, qui parle Francais tres bien, and the mother to my child, Ivan!"

"You mean like… Braginski….?" Spain gulped nervously.

"Yes yes, but il est tres petit, et, mon ami, he's so cute!" France grinned. Spain still looked a little uncomfortable, but nodded nonetheless.

"Pleasure to meet you, amiga~!" Spain exclaimed, energetically shaking Nate's hand before hugging her again. She happily hugged back, bear-hugging the brunet for all her was worth.

"Dude, someone's piling on the hugs today…" I mumbled, snickering.

Nate flipped me off and smirked, "You're just jealous!"

"And over there is the beautiful vixen Mae!" Francis motioned towards Mae, who immediately deadpanned.

"I have a knife in my pocket and access to nitroglycerin. Don't you dare call me 'vixen' again." The tomato-shade blush was already covering her face as she glared at the Frenchie.

Antonio, not knowing of the beloved mad scientist's aversions to 'hugging it out', leapt towards her for a great big glomp, only to come into contact with the top of her foot. She glared pointedly at the wounded Carriedo.

"Eres idioto," she said, attempting to use what knowledge she had gleaned from Google Translate. Ever the language nerd (and lover of the Spanish language), I couldn't pass up the change to an argument.

"Nononono NO! Mae-chan, you're pronouncing it like it's English, or French, or... or... NOT SPANISH!"

Antonio glanced at me, trying to see through his dizziness from being booted in the head.

"See, it's eres idioto. You pronounce eres 'AIR-AYS!' Not "Are" like some Frenchman! ...Or say, like Francis. And then idioto! Don't even get me started on idioto! See, you need to put force behind it! And stress on the right part! Id ee OH-to. See? See? SEE?"

Spain immediately gave me a suffocating glomp that smelled strongly of tomatoes, and quite possibly turtles. Not that I have anything against either of those.

"Yays!" I shouted, hugging him back.

"España es la lengua mejor, ¿sí?" I asked, engaging him in a conversation in Spanish in which I discovered I wasn't quite as fluent as I fancied myself, though I still came out feeling awesome. Like, Prussia-awesome. Except that he would disagree.

"NON! C'EST FRANCAIS! C'EST LA LANGUE D'AMOUR!" Nate yelled dramatically. Francis laughed creepily and hugged her, agreeing loudly in French.

I ignored her, speaking excitedly with Antonio.

When Lottie arrive back from… wherever exactly she had been, no one really knew, she found us having broken out the alcohol, and sharing a few giggles.

...okay, maybe a lot of giggles.

Francis, Gilbert and Antonio were all thoroughly smashed, with Nate and I not far behind.

Ever the reasonable one, Mae drank very little, and was looking at us as though we were all a bunch of lunatics, and all things considered, we really were. Somehow or rather, we had gotten to singing Irish drinking songs and drinking German - or rather, Prussian, as yelled Prussia - beer. Nate was also giggling pervily whenever anyone said anything, and was ignoring whenever Francis surreptitiously groped her.

In an impressive dive that would have seemed impossible to accomplish even if we had been sober, Lottie grabbed the beer can (millionaire or no, we were still drinking beer from a can. Don't blame us.) from Nate's hand, and landed laying across the writer and I.

"Ow…." Nate moaned pitifully, staring sadly at her empty hand as she was being crushed by her sister.

"DON'T YOU DARE EVER DRINK WITHOUT ME AGAIN- oh, hi!" Lottie waved at Spain and Prussia, who she hadn't met yet. Obviously.

"...I like this one already," Prussia deadpanned, eliciting laughter from the rest of us.

After due introductions were made, we spent the rest of the night drinking and making fun of our dear ever-sober Mae, until she left to clean up some explosions from earlier in the day and give Ivan some company so he didn't come down to his two drunken "parents".

"What should we do with a drunken sailor,

what should we do with a drunken sailor,

what should we do with a drunken sailor,

early in the morning!" we sang raucously in our closest approximations to Irish brogues. Which, I'll have you know, sounding very amusing coming from a zozzled Frenchman, German (ahem, Prussian) and a Spaniard.

Hehehe. Zozzled.

THE NEXT MORNING, NPOV

Poke.

I groaned quietly, curling further into a little ball on a comfortable pillow.

Poke.

"Mmmfuckingpoke..."

Poke poke.

"L-liebling...? As much as I love having a pretty Frau on me, would you mind getting off me?"

I snapped awake and screamed shrilly, jumping backwards and landing on France, who proceeded to grab me around the waist and use ME as a pillow.

"Autsch... my head..." Gilbert complained, holding his temples and giving me a depressed look.

"...Gil?"

"Ja, it's me."

"Why the fuck does my head hurt so muuuuch?" I whined, absently petting Francis' head. He curled up further, sliding his head down until it was dangerously low on my form.

Normally, I would have stopped him, but he just looked so adorable asleep-

Until I felt his hand slowly sliding down my thigh. Then, I got him the hell off of me. I am NOT getting molested unless I stated I wanted to be molested.

"Ow... pourquoi, ma cherie?" he whined, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. I winced, telling him to keep his voice down.

"Aspirin, anyone?" Lottie asked, handing out the little tablets that would make our headaches go away.

Gilbert swallowed his dry in one go, as did Francis.

I stared at them and tried to mimic, but ended up choking and drinking a glass of water to swallow the pill.

"Aw, look at Tanya and Spain..." Lottie snickered, poking the Spaniard with her foot.

He snorted quietly,"Un minuto, por favore..."

"Toni. Get up. It's... damn, it's only nine o'clock!" Prussia complained.

"Piyo! Piyo!"

"GILBIRD!" Gilbert's entire face lit up as his fuzzy companion flew and landed on his shoulder. "I missed you, little buddy!"

Antonio then grabbed onto Tanya,"Mi tomate..."

"Owies... I'm Tanya, not Romano..."

"Ah! Lo siento, Tanya!" he gasped, rolling backwards and hitting into France, who let out an oof.

We all giggled quietly, seeing how many beer cans were strewn across the floor.

"...Nate, why do you have condoms on your fingers?"

"BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL DIFFERENT COLORS AND FLAVOURS~!"

"Ooh la la! Can I try one, ma cherie?" Francis got up, tugging at the hem of my shirt.

I nodded, pulling one off my finger and giving it to him. I then proceeded to have a nosebleed as he licked it slowly after putting it on his finger.

"Le chocolat~"

"Na-ate! You're getting blood all over the carpet!"

"Sorry... sorry..." I muttered, pinching my nose and tilting my head up. Gilbert got me a paper towel and helped me clean up.

"Thanks, bro." I grinned.

"No problem~"

"Someone clean up while I get Mae and Ivan. I don't want to mind-scar the poor boy as much as possible-"

"That was rather idiotic of us, to get totally wasted with my nephew upstairs..." Lottie muttered, looking sheepish.

"Hahahaha! You admitted it!"

She bitchslapped me. I hid behind Antonio, whimpering and clutching at my abused cheek.

"Ma cherie, I shall kiss it better~"

"Nuuu!" I ran away from the blonde, dragging Spain upstairs with me. Francis' "honhonhon" echoed all the way up to Ivan's room.

"Mama~" the violet-eyed boy chirped, looking chipper.

"Ivan, this is Antonio. He's going to be... er... your brother!"

I internally thanked Antonio as he cocked his head sideways, staring at the little Russia with interest, and then gave him his usual bright, slightly dopey smile,"Hola~"

I left those two to bond a little as I found Mae, who appeared to be snoozing on the floor, arms wrapped around a checkered pillow. I nudged her with my foot a couple of times, and got her to raise her head.

"Breakfast's gonna be soon."

"Oh..."

When I got back downstairs, it was already pristine again, and Francis and Gilbert were both sulking. Tanya had fallen back asleep, using a beer can as a pillow, this time.

"So... how 'bout them Yankees..."

"Gilbert, here's Ivan!"

The albino gave a rather astonished and somewhat hostile glare to my son, who whimpered and hid his face in Antonio's neck.

The Spaniard gave the other man a stern look,"You scared him. Mi amigo, he's just a kid."

"Oh..." Gilbert blinked a few times, ignoring my angered hissing at how he freaked out Ivan, and then gave a semi-apologetic grin,"Sorry, kid."

"A-are you going to e-eat me?" Poor Ivan sounded absolutely petrified, and I was torn between laughing quietly or glomping him.

A very slight smile tugged at the Prussian's lips,"Nein, I won't eat you. You're too skinny, now, anyways."

" *meep *"

"Gilbert!"

"Sorry, sorry! I won't eat you, Ivan. I'm too awesome to resort to cannibalism."

"Mon fils~"

"Papa!"

Francis took Ivan out of Antonio's arms, hugging the small child,"Nous ressemblons, non?" he laughed, pressing his face close to the little Russian's and smiling broadly.

"No, he looks more like su madre bella." Antonio winked lazily at me, making me blush and for Francis to frown at his friend, wrapping a possessive arm around my waist while supporting Ivan with the other.

"Oh la la~ Gracias, señor~"

"That's all the Spanish she knows, and I'm pretty sure that first part is French." Tanya cut in, daggers in her eyes towards me.

Spain grinned good-naturedly, and then it turned much more sultry as he repeated that overly sexy wink to the other woman,"¡Eh, señorita bella! ¡Tu español es magnífico, al igual que tu cuerpo!"

Tanya blushed bright red and muttered something in Spanish that made Antonio grin widely.

While that exchange was occurring, Francis was surreptitiously dragging me closer to him.

"Tes yeux sont comme deux etoiles dans le ciel nocturne, ma cherie..."

I blinked a few times, and then gave him a smile,"Merci beaucoup~ tu es tres mignon."

...what? I wasn't about to turn down attention from a hot French guy!

Francis grinned, apparently feeling self-assured of his charms as I patted his cheek and slipped out of his grip.

"Well, then. Time for breakfast!"

"BREAKFAST!"