Warnings: Alcohol use, Swearing, Russia getting punched, Fluff

NEVER DRINK ALCOHOL. IT'S BAD.

Disclaimer: By Sealand!

Sealand: Because I'm a real country (contrary to what others say), I get to do it! Yay!

Me: Say it then.

Sealand: Oh right! Hetalia and all related characters are not owned by either Jill. Please enjoy!


Chapter 7

After Poland's first twenty cups of punch, Lithuania knew it was alcoholic. Poland never tried to be that crazy in public. Maybe a little, but not this bad. Unless there was sugar or caffeine (or as Lithuania now realized alcohol) involved, Poland usually kept things reasonable. Since he had checked with America beforehand if there was any sugar Poland could get into easily, he knew the punch had been mixed with some kind of alcohol at some point.

"Hey Lithy, like, get me some more punch! That stuff's, like, totally amazing!" Poland slurred, giggling and failing to walk straight.

"I think you've had enough, Poland..." Lithuania sat Poland down safely away from the vodka-punch and went over to America, "What are you thinking serving alcoholic punch? Especially to POLAND of all people!"

"I didn't! I made sure there was no sugar or caffeine here too! And do you really think I would spike the punch? I even made sure that punch was sugar free!" America yelled back to Lithuania.

"Are you sure? Poland's been acting drunk ever since he started drinking it! Who spiked the punch if it wasn't you?" Lithuania said, looking over to see if Poland was still where he left him. Unfortunately, he saw Russia approaching Poland.

America saw Russia as well and immediately knew who spiked the punch. "It was that bloody bastard Russia!" America paused. He had just used England's line, or rather, word.

Just as America was going to go over and be the hero to help Poland, he noticed the drunken and pissed England walking over. This isn't going to go well... America thought.

Moments later, England was punching the crap out of Russia and yelling, "Leave Poland alone, you bloody asshole!"

America rushed over and pulled England off of Russia, "Who's the hero now America?" England slurred, "Yeah, that's right, I am!" England smiled and hugged America before pulling away and bouncing over to the spiked punch for his 50th cup.

Poland, who had been completely oblivious to what was going on, got up for some more punch. Lithuania noticed a moment too late, but went over and confiscated the cup he was now refilling.

"No more Poland! And did you not notice Russia sneaking up on you?" Lithuania sighed and looked at the nearest clock, and was surprised at the fact that it was past midnight, "We'd better go Poland."

Looking back at Poland he realized that he had passed out and was sleeping on the nearest chair, "Well, that's not good..."

America watched England. He was quite confused as to what just happened. Did England, HIS England, who was always uptight, really just say he was the hero? Then again, he couldn't really say anything because he had used bloody. But that wasn't his fault that it rubbed off on him. He cautiously made his way towards England, "England, come on, I'm gonna take you home." He said pulling England towards the door where everyone was leaving.

"B-but I don't wants tah go home..." England slurred together, pouting and looking up at the taller nation.

"You have to."

"Nos I don'ts..."

"England, come on!"

"I wants tah stay here!"

"You can't!"

"Yesh I can!" With that the drunken country ran around the house, "YOU CAN'T CATCH ME AMERICA!"

Lithuania shook his head as he watched England run away, "I kind of feel bad for America now..."

Lithuania picked Poland up and got him situated on his back so he could carry him home. Deciding it would be quicker, Lithuania walked to his own house. As soon as he got home he laid Poland down on the couch and put a blanket over him, then he went to his bedroom and fell asleep quickly, being completely exhausted from the day's events.

Back at America's house, America was still chasing England. England stopped in the guest room and hid in the closet, waiting for America to pass by. Once he was sure he had passed, he left the room and sprinted down the stairs to the foyer and waited for America. When said nation arrived with a pissed look, England blushed.

"Iggy, you need to go home," America said.

"Why?"

"Because you're drunk."

"Can't I stay wiff yew?"

"No."

"Pwease~?" England pouted and looked up at America.

"No, Iggy."

"B-but my head hurts, and I can't take care of myself."

America looked down at the older country who was acting like a child.

"Fine," he sighed, "You can stay."

England smiled and gave America a hug, "Thank you!" England then let go and ran up to the guest room he had been hiding in earlier. He fell asleep as soon as he was in the bed.

America stayed downstairs and got some water, "Iggy is going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning..." He drank the water in one gulp and went upstairs to bed.

Tomorrow's going to be Hell for me too... With that thought, America fell asleep.

To be continued

End Chapter 7! I'm extremely happy with how it turned out! I can't wait to see England and Poland's hangovers...

Anyway...

Poland: Like, Please review! I want, like, something to look forward to that isn't, like, a hangover!