And here is our final chapter! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Just so everyone knows; the finale presented here wasn't part of the 2011 show but the 2010 show. I liked it show much and I hate that I didn't have it as part of Sing to Me, so here it is for everyone!

Chapter 8

"Now that our winner has been announced, we invite you all to stay tuned as our participants present you all with a grand finale!" the announcement came. "The finale will begin in twenty minutes."

"Well, here we go," Poland said sourly, brushing out his clothes as he stood. "I'm not in much of a dancing mood, but I'll, like, totally do better than everyone else."

"Finale? Dance?" America asked as the non-qualifying countries rose out of their seats. "What's happening?"

"We're ending the show with a flash mob dance," San Marino explained. "It's going to be so much fun!"

"Oh, awesome!" America cheered. "Can I dance, too?"

"Sure, why not?" Albania said. "After all, it's open to the entire audience, and everyone in Europe."

"That should be…interesting," Canada said quietly.

Sealand checked his phone and stood. "They're here! I dare them to try and censor me!"

"Who're here?" Greenland asked.

"My people!" Sealand clarified. "So I'm going to dance as a country of Europe with my citizens!"

"…All five of them?"

"…Will Denmark make us dance with him?" Faroe said thoughtfully. "Norway just sort of ran off…"

"Jag kommer att dansa med Mama och Papa!" Åland cheered happily.

"We'd better get changed for the dance," Finland said, brushing out his shirt. His face was still red with embarrassment from Sweden's public kiss. "A-And I'll go retrieve Åland and Sealand from the audience."

Denmark was cackling and rubbing his hands together. "I won…I beat him! I beat Norge! Azerbaijan may have won Eurovision, but I'm the true victor!"

"How are you the true victor?" Turkey asked, obviously looking to stick up for his sister. He was slumped over Iceland's shoulders, still hugging the stoic younger country to him. "Will you dance, Bocchan?"

"I…guess so," Iceland said, trying to walk with Turkey on him. "My people would certainly want to—"

"Hei!"

At this shout, Turkey abruptly let Iceland go. "I-I'm sorry, Bocchan, but I must attend to Azer! I'll see you out there!"

"But—" Iceland began.

But Turkey had already run off by the time Norway reached his fellow Nordics. Denmark had sparkles in his eyes. "Ah, Norge—"

"Why was he here?" Norway snapped at Iceland, ignoring Denmark completely as he rounded on his younger brother. "Why was he touching you?"

Iceland glared back at him and didn't reply. Fearing another escalating situation, Finland ran over to mediate. "Now, now, nothing happened! Turkey was just excited that Azerbaijan won, is all! Really, Norway!"

Norway only looked at Finland briefly before he grabbed Iceland by his arm. "You're dancing with me, and you're NOT to go near Turkey!"

Iceland's brow rose at this proclamation. But Finland cut in before he could respond. "Great! Now let's go get ready!"

Finland raced off to collect the children, and Norway dragged Iceland towards the Nordic greenroom. After a moment of silence, Sweden looked at Denmark. "I'm surprised you let him walk away like that."

Denmark shrugged. "It's no worry. It's not like he can fulfill his end of the bargain right at this moment."

"…I'm certainly relieved for that," Sweden muttered.


Russia was humming to himself as he walked backstage to his green room. It was hard to tell by the casual eye whether or not he was in a good mood. He was smiling, but his smile could mean so many different things.

The pipe in his hand wasn't reassuring, either.

As he rounded the corner, something caught his eye. Someone was sitting on the floor in the hallway, back to the wall, knees curled up to the chest, arms folded over the knees, and face buried in the arms.

"Armenia?" Russia asked after a moment. He walked over to his friend, who gave no reaction to his approach. "Why are you sitting out here, Armenia?" he knelt down so that he was on even-level with the other country. "Would you like some chocolate?" he reached into his pockets to look for a chocolate bar.

"…No," Armenia said quietly after a long moment, his voice muffled by his arms. "No, I-I don't want any chocolate. Do you have vodka? I would like some vodka."

"Sure." Russia reached into his coat and held out the bottle. "Here's some vodka for you. But why do you look so upset?"

Armenia unfolded his arms and took the bottle, though his head remained hunched over. "Azerbaijan won."

"…Ah." Russia understood then. Though he reveled in seeing pain and misery in other countries—especially when he inflicted it—it made him not-so comfortable to see it in a country that wasn't afraid to call him 'friend'. Especially since his perfect score to Azerbaijan helped her victory. "A lot of the other countries were upset by the win."

"Maybe," Armenia said, his tone still very quiet. "But most of them aren't enemies of her." he hugged the bottle to his chest. "I miss qualify by one point, and one of my mortal enemies wins Eurovision. This…hasn't been a good time for me."

"…Da." The situation was making Russia uncomfortable. He wasn't someone who could dole out comfort. That wasn't what he was. He couldn't even comfort Ukraine the numerous times she cried over something. He reached out and awkwardly patted Armenia on the shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Armenia raised his head. He wasn't crying, but his expression was very sad and angry. He rested his chin on his arms. "I'm…probably not going to be able to compete next year."

"Because of your borders issues?" Russia asked.

"That and I don't know if my boss would want to even send me. My people aren't welcome in Azerbaijan. Do you know what they tell people of Armenian descent if they visit? To expect to be discriminated!" he bit down hard on his bottom lip. "But if I don't go, that k'ats will never let me hear the end of it…"

"Just…don't think about it," Russia said. "It's about time for the finale anyways, and you need to get ready."

Armenia shrugged. "I don't feel like dancing."

"But if you don't dance, what will your people say? I'm certain plenty of them are also upset about Azerbaijan's win, and they want you to be strong for them."

Armenia rested his forehead back against his arm. But, then he nodded. "All right…"

"Good!" Russia cheered, standing up. He grabbed Armenia by his wrist and yanked him up as well. "Well then, you need to get ready! And at least you have that bottle of vodka to comfort you!"

Armenia grumbled, though he tried to open the bottle as Russia proceeded to drag him off.


Germany grumbled as he looked himself over. It was hardly the time to be nervous, but he was irritated that he had to do this. "Is this really a good idea?"

"You're the hosts," his boss told him, brushing off his shoulders. "So you have to lead it."

"Well how am I supposed to know that Aniki won't bail on me again like he did tonight?"

"Because he's already taken his spot further up the row," his boss said. She pointed down the aisle. "He'll join you when you reach him."

Germany took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "He had better…"

"I get to dance with Germany!" Italy cheered, taking his place beside all of the countries lined up in front of the first row. As the winner, Azerbaijan took her place onstage along with Georgia, Turkey, and Northern Cyprus. Greece found he was a bit miffed to see Turkey up there, especially since he didn't make the finals.

"What's so great about that?" Romano demanded. He cursed and rubbed at his neck. "I'm the best dancer out here, so it might be funny to see how much everyone fails beside me!"

Spain laughed, and pulled Romano into a tight hug. "And just who taught you to dance, mi poco de tomate?"

"Get the fuck off me! It's about to start!"

"Norge, don't you want to dance with me?" Denmark whined. The other Nordic had placed Finland, Sweden, Iceland, and even the Netherlands and Luxembourg between them. Netherlands for his part grumbled to himself about all of his misfortunes, and glared in Spain's direction, who was standing beside Belgium. Luxembourg forced a smile and rubbed at her older brother's arm.

Lithuania saw Russia take his place in the line, dragging Armenia with him. Armenia was gulping down a large bottle of vodka. He breathed out a sigh of relief, knowing that Russia would be preoccupied during the dance. The only thing that would make things better is if Belarus was at his side, but the other country squeezed over to stand with Russia.

"Let's have fun!" Poland cheered, throwing an arm around Lithuania's neck.

"…I'll try," Lithuania said painfully.

The arena dimmed very slightly. "We're back," came the announcement. "So Europe…are you ready to dance?"

Everyone cheered. America cracked his knuckles and stood up. "Time to show them what I'm made of!"

"Ah…" Japan fidgeted in his seat. "I-I'll just remain seated…"

The music started, and Germany was given the signal to start. He came out of the darkness from the back, and saw the waiting camera. Since the audience was Europe, he knew he had to sing directly into the camera. It made him a little uncomfortable to be addressing all of Europe this way, but he tried not to let it show.

"My heart—it beats to your song! A melody—sent from God! I can't breathe—when you're gone! Yes, I'm deeply in lo-ve!"

"Be my Valentine!" to Germany's shock, Prussia burst out of the darkness, right where their boss said he would be, and slung an arm around his shoulders as he sang.

"E-Every single day of my life!" Germany sputtered.

"My hear is sacrificed…" Prussia sang, leaning straight into the camera.

"Night and day—day and night! Today's the day!"

"Tonight's the night!"

"I know you feelin' my sound!"

"Imma make you clap!"

"Hey, LOOK!" America shouted, pointing behind them. "Here they come!" Indeed, Germany and Prussia were coming straight up their aisle. Everyone turned to watch their approach, or wave and scream obnoxiously at the camera.

"This looks like fu—" Pakistan began.

"DON'T TALK TO ME!" America snapped.

"He's NOT!" China yelled back at him.

"Imma lay it down!" Germany continued to sing awkwardly.

"Imma lay it down," Prussia echoed with a laugh.

"Imma get up so I can't get down!"

"Imma, Imma—"

"Hear me roar! Hear my thunder sound!"

"Imma, Imma—"

"I'm the lord of the underground!"

"Imma, Imma—"

"Part of the jungle!"

"Imma, Imma—"

Germany and Prussia were still coming down the aisle, very quickly towards both the countries sitting as spectators, and the countries waiting for them at the stage. Prussia randomly slapped high-fives with Australia. The other countries rose from their seats as the two Germanic brothers passed by.

Suddenly, Prussia acted. While he sang, his hand shot out and closed around Canada's wrist. To the other country's shock, he found himself being dragged behind Prussia! "Uh—um—um—uh—"

"Hey!" America cried out. "How come he took Canada?"

"Hear me roar! Hear my thunder sound!" Germany continued to sing.

"Imma, Imma—" Prussia dragged Canada with him, ignoring his sputtering.

"I'm the lord of the underground!"

"Imma, Imma—"

"Part of the jungle…"

They reached the front, where all of the participating countries were lined up. In unison they immediately broke out in a line dance while Germany and Prussia sang. "Let's glow!—Hands high! Hands high! I can't wait! I can't wait to see ya—Glow!—Hands high! Hands high! Round the world! Round the world, my people—Glow! Glow! I can't wait! I can't wait to see ya—Glow!—Hands high! Hands high! Glow…"

Everyone got into the beat of the song, and it became infectious throughout the arena. After the chorus, the stage became flooded with people from Azerbaijan, Turkey, and Georgia, who all danced with their anthropomorphic countries.

"Let us share this moment! Let's enjoy this night! Get the world connected! Though you one of a kind!" Germany and Prussia continued their duet, even as the other countries broke away to dance with their own people. "See! We try to reach out! Get the world to see! Though—we all feel different! You are just like me!"

"Whoa, this is AWESOME!" America screamed, jumping up and down and flailing his body. "They should do this EVERY YEAR!"

Japan covered his head to avoid America's violently swinging arms. "And I'll definitely stay home, no matter what next year…"

"Where's Sealand?" Finland asked, holding Åland in his arms as he glanced towards Sweden. Their respective groups of citizens were dancing side-by-side.

Sweden shrugged his whole body stiff. "I don't know."

"Ruotsalaiset ovat kaikki homo!" one Finn shouted to Sweden's people.

"DU är bög!" a Swede shouted back.

Finland stared at the two groups, horrified. "Uh…"

"Look, LOOK!" Sealand shouted, hopping up and down. "We're all here!" indeed, all five of his citizens were happily dancing with him. His crowned prince looked like he was doing the Macarena.

"There he is," Sweden said blandly, ignoring the animosity between his people and Finland's.

Italy was dancing freely with the Italian women surrounding him. "This is so much fun!"

"Oui, oui!" France shouted nearby. He seemed to be involved in a giant bump-and-grind with all of his people.

Romano scoffed. "We're obviously better than every—ACK!"

Spain jumped on him from behind. "Romano! You will dance with me, ?"

"Ugh—IDIOTA!"

Latvia was totally getting into it, happily singing along with the music. "I can't wait! I can't to see—"

He tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground. His own people didn't seem to notice and continued to dance and stomp to the rhythm. Right ON TOP of him!

"LATVIA!" Lithuania and Estonia shrieked. Though Lithuania had Poland jump on his back at that same moment. "Come on, get into it Liet!"

Denmark kept trying to move closer to Norway, but the other country seemed content to use Faroe and Greenland as shields as he very stiffly danced with his people. Iceland undoubtedly was still angry with Norway over being strangled, and his interference in his personal life, because he was further away from his Nordic brethren.

Russia was very lightly and stiffly moving to the song, a smile on his face. He didn't seem to notice that most of the other countries were dancing quite a distance away from him and his people. "Well…this can be fun, too!"

Germany saw how crazy most everyone was dancing, and was happy he was just singing. Prussia was singing beside him as well, still hanging onto Canada's hand, though the other country looked confused and embarrassed. Germany then saw Italy dancing with a bunch of girls, and he felt a brief spell of anger. He tried to cover it up as they launched into the next phase of the song. "We free! And you so light! Let me see you glow! Throughout the night! Cause I wanna dance! Yes I wanna dance! To-night!"

The dancing continued all throughout the arena, and across Europe. Towards the end of the song, the countries left their groups of people and hurried onstage. Sealand tried to join them, but was held back by security.

Germany and Prussia were front and center, Azerbaijan sandwiched between the two of them. "I can't wait! I can't wait to see ya—Glow!—Hands high! Hands high! Round the world! Round the world, my people—Glow! Glow! I can't wait! I can't wait to see ya—Glow!—Hands high! Hands high! Glow…"

Canada jumped as everyone around him broke out into dance. He had no preparation for this at all, and Prussia hadn't released him. He had no idea why Prussia dragged him along to participate when he didn't know what to do. "Ah…uh…" knowing he stood out by just standing there, he began to stiffly move. "What do I do, Mr. Kumajirou?" he asked his bear, for once getting his name right.

"Who are you?" Mr. Kumajirou asked him.

"I'm Canada!"

The finale finally finished up with a shout from Prussia, and the arena exploded in cheers. Italy ran up and hugged Germany from behind, much to Romano's annoyance. But he was preoccupied with Spain hanging off him, so he couldn't say or do much.

"We KICK ASS!" Prussia shouted. He grabbed Canada again and suddenly planted a hard kiss right on his mouth! He abruptly let Canada go and pumped his fists, screaming loudly.

Austria blinked very slowly. "Did…Did Prussia just do that?"

Hungary gagged slightly. "He sure did…poor Canada won't ever get over it!"


Despite the adrenaline and elation that rushed through all of the countries following the flash mob dance, by the time the after-party started sour feelings were still running rampant over Azerbaijan's win.

The mixture of alcohol certainly didn't help matters.

"Such a mediocre song—"

"Recycled dribble—"

"Ear-bleedingly annoying—"

"SHE'S NOT A EUROPEAN COUNTRY ANYWAYS!"

Azerbaijan was either oblivious to the negativity surrounding her, or she was outright ignoring it. She basked in her glory, happily drinking beer and celebrating and dancing with Turkey, Georgia, and Northern Cyprus.

"Canada!" America yelled, waving his flustered brother over. "Dude, I can't believe you sucked face with Prussia on live television! That takes BALLS!"

"Uh…um…" Canada was hovering a hand over his mouth, his face completely flushed.

"Ohhh, Mattie!" a drunken France flung himself over Canada. "My little baby is all grown up!"

Canada mumbled incoherently as his embarrassment mounted.

"Say," America said suddenly, leaning close to his brother. "What was it like, kissing him?"

Canada ducked his head, still covering his mouth with a hand. "H-He…he tasted like beer…and cereal…"

Lithuania drank heavily from his beer, and looked over his shoulder. An incredibly drunk Armenia was curled up on Russia lap, crying uncontrollably into his chest. Russia was smiling away, rubbing his back in a comfort gesture. Lithuania didn't know if that smile spelled discomfort, or pleasure at his ally's misery.

Oh well. He's still occupied with Armenia, so he'll leave me alone.

"Liet…"

Lithuania stiffened as Poland slid an arm around his shoulders and pressed his mouth into his ear. "Liet, can I ask you a question?"

"W-What is it, Feliks?" Lithuania asked warily. Poland's breath stank of nalewka, and that made him feel very uneasy.

Poland grinned lopsidedly at Lithuania, and trailed a fingernail lightly down his cheek. "Did you really totally sing to me tonight?"

Lithuania's face turned bright red, and he looked self-consciously at the other occupants of the table, Estonia and Latvia, who were watching this scene. Latvia, who was still sporting bruises from his fall, looked embarrassed, but Estonia looked thoughtful. "W-W-Why do you ask?"

"WHY?" Poland leaned back and looked at Lithuania as though he were stupid. "Why? Because you, like, totally sang a love song! That's why!"

"U-Uh…" Lithuania ducked his head. "I…uh…"

"If you didn't, just come out and say it," Estonia said. "You two were married for centuries, after all. Why is this a big deal?"

"Eduard, I do NOT need your input!" Lithuania snapped.

"B-But singing to Poland is better than singing to Miss Belarus," Latvia stammered. "I-I mean, she hurts you so much Toris…"

"Belarus doesn't hurt me—"

"If breaking your bones isn't hurting you," Estonia interrupted. "What do you classify as hurt?"

"Why do you keep chasing after that SUKA?" Poland demanded suddenly. He grabbed Lithuania by his collar. "All she does is hurt you and yet you, like, totally chase after her like some puppy! What's so great about her?"

"F-Feliks, let me go," Lithuania gurgled, forcing the other country's hands steady. "You don't understand. Belarus is very beautiful, and—er—tenacious, and—"

"You can't think of anything!" Poland spat back. "And yet you continue to chase after her, when she would sooner kill you than hold your hand!"

"Uh, I think you drank too much, Poland," Estonia said thoughtfully.

"Feliks, just stop it!" Lithuania snapped. "You're being very annoying, and Belarus doesn't annoy me! I don't know WHY I sang to you tonight, it just happened!"

Poland gaped at him in shock. Lithuania realized too late what he'd said and his face turned red.

"So it was true," Estonia said. "That was nice of you, Toris."

"Eduard—"

"LIET!" Poland cheered, hugging Lithuania tightly. "Oh, I'm so happy! You were singing TO ME! KOCHAM CIĘ!"

"FELIKS!" Lithuania shouted in embarrassment.

Latvia was gaping at them. "D-D-Did Poland really say that?"

"Of course he did," Estonia said, idly cleaning his glasses. "Now it's just a matter of Toris saying 'Ma armastan sind' in return."

"B-But wouldn't Toris say 'Aš tave myliu'?"

"EDUARD! RAIVIS!" Lithuania screamed, unable to move with Poland on top of him. This is turning into a nightmare!

Albania drank a mouthful of ouzo when he saw Serbia enter the party-hall, accompanied by his former Yugoslavian allies. "Hey, SERBIA!" he bellowed out. "Congratulations on FOURTEENTH PLACE behind your former territories, you HUMBËS!"

Serbia pointedly ignored him. His expression didn't change either, even when San Marino ran up to him. "I gave you five points tonight, Serbia! Isn't that wonderful?"

"Can you please stop drinking?" Greece demanded, ripping the bottle of ouzo out of Albania's hands. "I'd rather be with Japan than babysitting you!"

"I-It's really all right," Japan stammered. "He looks like he's having fun…"

"He might be, but the rest of us aren't!"

"I'm calling Kosovo," Albania said, pulling out his cell phone. "I have to tell him the look on that maskara's face that he didn't win!"

"…He looked no different, really," Cyprus said.

The temptation to drown his misery in German beer was profound. But…Norway knew better than to get drunk. Yes…it was absolutely necessary to have a clear head at the moment.

He rubbed at his temples, not looking at the children sitting at the table with him. Greenland looked like he was a dual game on a Nintendo DS with Sealand. Iceland had his knees curled up in his chair and was texting someone—most likely Turkey, and not looking like he cared if Norway got upset. Faroe was picking at her food, and kept glancing at Norway. "A-Are…are you okay?"

Norway was silent for a long moment before he spoke. "I…don't know."

A bare hand slowly caressed across his nape. Norway stiffened in his seat, and a chill overtook him as Denmark slowly knelt down beside him. "God aften, Norge."

"What is it?" Norway asked coldly. He didn't like the tone of Denmark's voice. It was very soft and soothing…almost coaxing.

Denmark only smiled as he slid a keycard into Norway's pocket. "Come up and see me in two hours. Greenland and Faroe have their own rooms."

Norway felt heat on his cheeks and he ducked his head low. "…Must I honor that damned wager now?" he hissed at him. "Can't this wait until after we leave Germany?"

"Now, now, Norge," Denmark playfully scolded him. "We live in different houses now. What's to stop you from storming home and placing a seal on your house to ward off intruders?"

"I-I-I wouldn't do that." Norway bit his bottom lip. You suck at lying, Norway!

Denmark's smile only deepened and he leaned in closer to whisper into his ear. "Two hours. Don't forget, Norge. I promise to make it…worth it that you lost."

Norway shivered, and pressed a hand over his face as Denmark slowly stood up. His cheerful demeanor return to him instantly and he ran off spouting something about beer.

Norway became very conscious of the fact that all the children at the table were staring at him. "Hva?" he demanded. "Do I have something on my face?"

"…What did Denmark want?" Greenland asked. "And what's this about 'honoring the wager' tonight?"

"Er…" Norway waved an impatient hand. "It's none of your business, so don't worry about it!"

"He agreed to sleep with Denmark if he lost," Iceland said bluntly, looking up briefly from his cell phone.

"ICELAND!" Norway roared, standing straight out of his seat, sending the chair flying backwards.

Iceland shrugged remorselessly. "You strangled me."

"Is THAT why Denmark got Faroe and me our own rooms this year?" Greenland screamed. He began dry-heaving. "Eww, Norway! That's the SICKEST thing I've ever heard in my life! Why would you agree to such a thing? Ugh, I'm going to throw up!"

Sealand plugged his ears. "I know that Papa-Sweden and Papa-Finland are…and…" he began dry-heaving as well.

"Shut up, shut up!" Norway hollered. He glared murderously at his little brother. I'll make you pay for this!

"Ooooooh!" Turkey laughed hysterically as he passed their table. He didn't move towards Iceland, but he held his cell phone in his hand. "Is Big Brother going to get lucky tonight?"

Iceland shrugged again.

Norway smacked a hand hard over his own face. Someone kill me. Someone PLEASE KILL ME!

Faroe watched him for a moment before she spoke. "You look so angry, Norway…why would you agree to this bet if it only upsets you?"

"Not that it's anyone's business," Norway snapped, still hiding his face behind his hand. "But we took a blood-oath that he wouldn't speak to me, touch me, or come near me for an entire year if he lost!"

Greenland stopped dry-heaving and just stared blankly at Norway. "…Wow. He must've been pretty desperate then."

"That does sound like a good offer," Iceland said, showing sympathy for Norway for the first time. "Where'd he come up with an idea for that?"

"When he was out drinking once with Prussia, Prussia mentioned an oath he had to take with Aus—why are we having this conversation?" Norway snapped.

"I'm so sorry you lost," Faroe said sympathetically, curling up on Norway's arm.

Greenland suddenly stilled. "Wait…my room's next to Denmark's. That means…Iceland!" he grabbed Iceland by the collar. "Swap rooms with me PLEASE! I don't want to be hearing—THAT—for the whole night!"

"Hell no," Iceland said blandly.

"Why are you complaining?" Sealand asked. "At least you have your own room! I still have to share a suite with Papa-Sweden and Papa-Finland!"

Ireland was seated at the bar and drank down her cup of whiskey. She set the cup down, but was surprised to see a fresh glass be put beside her. She turned her head and saw Italy standing there, smiling obliviously. "Uh…hi?"

"Ve…Grandpa Rome once me," Italy said. "That a lady should never have an empty glass."

Ireland eyed the full glass and quickly grabbed it and drank it down. But she glared at Italy as she set the cup down. "Your Grandpa was a prick."

Italy gaped at her for a moment. "Uh…"

"Anything else?" Ireland asked.

"You met Grandpa Rome?" Italy asked. "How old are you?"

Ireland nearly spat up her drink and she wagged a finger at Italy. "If your Grandpa taught you anything, it would be that you never ask a lady that!"

"Eight thousand years old," England said quickly as he walked past.

"TUILÍ!" Ireland hollered, knocking over her stool and running after her brother.

Italy stared after them thoughtfully. "Ve…"

He was suddenly locked in a headlock from behind. "What are you doing buying drinks for women?"

"D-Doitsu!" Italy whined, wiggling in Germany's arms. "I was just being polite, is all!"

Germany glared at the top of his head. "Don't do it again, okay? Now come on…" Germany dragged him away.

Liechtenstein craned her head around the party-hall. She didn't see Switzerland anywhere. She knew her brother wasn't happy about his standing in the final, but she was concerned he might get drunk. If he got drunk and aimed his gun at the wrong person…

"Excuse me."

Liechtenstein was startled by the voice and turned around. She was shock to find herself face-to-face with a white horse. She barely had time to register the horn on his head when he suddenly leaned forward and kissed her. A white flash of light filled her vision briefly, and she stumbled backwards.

The unicorn still stood there, staring at her with narrowed eyes. "It is done."

"W-W-What is?" Liechtenstein sputtered, covering her mouth with a hand.

"You are the one who shot me," the unicorn said. "You wounded my leg."

"Ah…" guilt consumed Liechtenstein in a heartbeat and she raised her hands. "I-I'm sorry—"

"I did not realize it was a Fair Maiden who had wounded me," the unicorn interrupted. "But you must take responsibility for what you did."

"O-Of course," Liechtenstein said. "What do I need to do?"

"We will get married."

Liechtenstein's eyes widened, and her mouth hung open. "W-Was?"

"I will marry you and bestow my powers onto you." the unicorn leaned closer. "You MUST take responsibility for trying to kill me, Fair Maiden."

"I didn't try to kill you! It was an accident, I swear to you!"

"Nevertheless, you shot me. You must take responsibility."

Before Liechtenstein could respond, the barrel of a rifle appeared out of the corner of her eye and pressed into the unicorn's cheek. "Do you want her to take responsibility now?"

The unicorn didn't flinch, but he glared at Switzerland, who held the gun to his face. "It is already done."

Another flash of light filled the room, startling everyone surrounding the siblings. Once the light faded, the unicorn was gone.

Switzerland scoffed, and hoisted his gun onto his shoulder. "What was that all about?"

But Liechtenstein slowly looked down at her hands. "I-I'm engaged…to a unicorn?" she sighed very slowly. "I feel like a princess…"

"…You are a princess," Switzerland pointed out.

Ireland was still screaming at England and wringing his neck, with his former colonies watching and laughing obnoxiously, when China hurried over. "England! We need to discuss our promise, aru!"

"Promise?" Ireland asked, abruptly letting England go. "What does he mean?"

"None of your business," England said harshly, brushing out his clothes. "All right, let's go China—"

"Nonsense, there's no shame in talking about it here, aru!" China said cheerfully.

England flushed. "I'm not discussing this in front of other people!"

China grinned and poked at him playfully. "But you promised me. You promised me you would do it and now you must do it. It's my reward, after all, for allowing you to use Hong Kong, aru."

"Do what?" America asked.

England grumbled under his breath and scrubbed a hand over his flushed face. "Next Saturday. I'll come to your house this Saturday for it."

"That's the spirit," China said. He leaned in closer. "I will…definitely look forward to it, aru."

The other countries gaped in confusion as China hurried off to rejoin Hong Kong and Pakistan. America immediately pounced. "What was the promise? What are you doing with China?"

"NOTHING!" England hollered, shoving America away. "Shut it, you git!"

An evil glint entered Ireland's eye and she cackled loudly. "I've got it! You've made a bet like Norway did with Denmark! You're offering your body to China!"

The other countries shrieked with laughter. England screamed and grabbed Ireland by her collar. "You bloody bitch! It isn't ANYTHING like that!"

"Then why are you so embarrassed?" Australia asked snidely, earning more laughter from everyone around him.

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!" England screamed, but he might as well have been shouting at a brick wall. Screaming with rage he ran out of the party-hall as the other countries taunted him for having to "take one" from China.

"Eh?" Spain looked over the side of the table. He brightened at what he saw. "Ah! Qué lindo!"

"What is?" Romano asked irritably. He drank his beer, but then spat it back up. "Ugh! German beer is fucking terrible!"

"I thought you didn't speak Spanish!" Portugal pointed out snidely.

Spain swooped down and picked up the boggart between two fingers and held him up for everyone to see. "This one tried to tie my shoelaces together! Isn't that cute?"

"It certainly is cute!" San Marino cheered, clapping his hands.

Romano checked to see if his shoelaces were tied together before he glared at the boggart. "Don't tell you want to keep that as a pet!"

"Eh? Why not?" Spain pet the boggart on its head and set it on the table. "I think it would fit very well in a home environment…"

"What, with the TURTLES?" Romano snapped.

The boggart began to giggle where he sat. Spain positively smiled at it. "You recognize me as your boss, ?"

A hand suddenly slammed down hard upon the boggart, pinning him to the table. "I'VE GOT YOU!"

Spain yelped, jumping out his chair and rounding on Greenland, who violently held the boggart down. "What are you doing?"

"He stole 50 Euros from me!" Greenland barked. "He'd better give it back to me or he'll never get up! And I won't let you bite me this time, either!"

"Why would he steal 50 Euros from you?" San Marino asked.

"Because it's a boggart, that's why!" Greenland crunched his hand harder down upon the boggart. "Now give me back my money!"

"Boggart?" Portugal asked slowly. He looked at Spain. "Do you still want it in your house?"

Spain watched Greenland squeezing the boggart in his fist. He laughed and smiled. "Sure, why not?"

Romano suddenly brightened. "Yeah, keep that thing inside your house! Then it'll drive you crazy and destroy everything!"

Spain laughed again. "Well if that happened, I could just stay with you, Romano!"

Romano's face turned red and Portugal burst out laughing. France heard what Spain said and hurried over, joining in the laughter. "Antonio is making his move!"

Finland sighed as he joined the younger Nordic countries, Sweden following him. "Åland has been put to bed. How is everyone?"

"Fine," Sealand said idly. "You just missed Norway, though."

"Norway?" Finland blinked. The other Nordic country indeed wasn't present. "Did he go to bed already?"

"Someone's bed," Iceland said, standing up as he tucked his phone away. "I have to go, but I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"Where are you going?" Greenland asked snidely, counting his 50 Euros. "Going off with Oji-san?"

Iceland glared at him before he hurried off.

"I-I'm confused," Finland said warily. "What did Iceland mean by 'someone's bed'? Where would Norway go?"

Sweden's face clouded over. "…The wager," he said coldly. "Denmark must want him to fulfill it tonight."

Finland looked at him. "Fulfill what?"

"You don't want to know, it's so disgusting!" Greenland said, his face turning green.

"Norway said he would—" Faroe began.

"Enough, ENOUGH!"

Sweden leaned over and whispered the truth into Finland's ear. Finland did a double-take and his whole face flushed. "EH? Norway agreed to that? Why would he do such a thing?"

"He took a blood-oath," Sealand offered, standing up. "Hey, can I get my own room? Denmark got Greenland and Faroe their own rooms."

"A blood-oath?" Finland shook his head in disbelief before focusing on Sealand. "You don't need your own hotel room."

"But why? I'm my own country

"Ve, Germany?" Italy asked as Germany set him down at the table where Romano and the others sat at.

"What is it?" Germany asked, helping himself to beer.

"What's a ménage à trois?"

Germany spat up his beer. Romano screamed in rage and tackled Germany. "BASTARDO! What are you teaching my fratello?"

"West!" Prussia was swaying on his feet as he drunkenly ran over to his brother. "You were part of a three-some with Italy? That's awesome! Who was the third person?"

Italy looked confused. "W-Why are you so angry, Nii-san? Please get off Germany!"

"I'll kill you!" Romano shouted, undeterred as her tried to pummel Germany. "I'll kill you for turning my brother into a pervert!"

Seborga snorted with disgust. "So says the guy who took a shower WITH SPAIN!"

Romano froze, and his face turned as red as a tomato as he became scrutinized by everyone nearby.

Germany shoved Romano off him and climbed to his feet, looking incredibly weary. "This is worse than last year!"

"Don't feel that way!" Italy said, coming to his side. "It can end much better! Let's go back to your house and watch movies!"

"Oui, watch movies!" France laughed.

Germany glared at Italy, but then glared at the chaos around him. Everyone was either drunk or dancing or crying or something. "Ja…let's get out of here."


Epilogue

China was grinning from ear to ear as he took a seat beside his dragon boss. "Are you ready, aru?"

The dragon grinned toothily at him. "I've been waiting for a moment like this since the First Opium War."

"That's good to hear! England!" China called out as he settled more comfortably in his chair. "We're ready for you, aru!"

China heard several curse words in English outside of the room. But he was patient, and tried not to look too smug as the door was finally pushed open.

England awkwardly stumbled into the room, holding a boom box in his right hand. He was red in the face and looked so embarrassed. It probably had to do with the fact that he was dressed in a full Hello Kitty costume.

The dragon roared with laughter, while China burst from the chair and ran over to hug England tightly. "KĔÀI!" he shrieked, cuddling England to him.

"All right, SHUT IT!" England hollered, shoving China away. "I'm here, aren't I? Let me get this thing bloody over with!"

"All right, all right, aru," China said, giggling as he retook his seat. Beside him, his boss was still laughing obnoxiously. "Take your time, England. Let us know when you're ready."

"You didn't say we'd have an AUDIENCE!" England yelled, jabbing a kitty claw at the dragon. "As if this weren't uncomfortable enough!"

"Cry me a river," the dragon hissed at him. "Why don't we have a bit of a history lesson about discomfort?"

England said nothing more about it and begrudgingly set about setting up the boom box.

"Remember," China said. "You promised to do the entire soundtrack, aru."

"I know!" England snapped. He sighed very sadly, and dragged the Hello Kitty head over his face. Because of the claws, it took several minutes of maneuvering to get the CD playing.

"We don't have all day!" the dragon mocked him. "Hurry up and get on with it!"

"Bugger…bugger!" England growled, finally getting the CD going. He straightened, and painfully turned to face China and his boss. He couldn't stand looking at their smug expressions.

The disgustingly cheerful music filled the room. England swallowed thickly and began waving his Hello Kitty arms as he sang along with the CD.

"Hello, Kitty! Play with us today! We'll laugh and sing! On this lovely sunny day!"

The dragon screamed with laughter. China was smiling, but didn't laugh. That didn't make England feel better. "All your friends are waiting for you! Ready to run and play!"

"HEY!" the dragon yelled suddenly. "You aren't dancing! Hurry up and DANCE!"

"He's right!" China added. "You need to dance, aru!"

England bit back several violent swear words as he forced himself to dance more enthusiastically. He was starting to sweat profusely inside the costume. "Oh! Hello! Hello Kitty! Hello's your friend!"

Unbeknownst to everyone in the room, there was a fourth person present behind a red curtain on the far side of the room.

Hong Kong reached over to adjust the zoom on the camera propped up on the tripod to focus more on England's awkward dance and even more awkward singing. He then sat back in his seat and folded his arms over his chest. "This is going straight on YouTube…"


And finally…

"ICELAND!" Greenland screamed into his phone. "What the hell, man? My sky is full of volcanic ash! I can barely see outside my window!"

There was a moment of silence on the other line before Iceland spoke. "Fyrirgefðu. I was aiming for Norway."


Thank you all so much for reading and I'm sorry for the delay. I had so much fun writing this fanfic, and I would certainly like to do a 2012 Eurovision fanfic, which will take place in Baku, Azerbaijan next year. We'll just have to see how things will go, I guess.

I'm currently working on a fanfic attached to this story that has to do with Norway and Denmark's little wager. The content though for the fanfic isn't appropriate for , so I'm going to have to post it elsewhere. Once it's completed, I'll provide a link on my user profile page so all of you can access it.

And for some final thoughts:

- Nalewka is a popular Polish liquor. Though it's not as strong as vodka, it has an incredibly sweet flavor because its ingredients include fruit, herbs, sugar, and molasses. Because of this, it's a very popular alcoholic beverage with women, lol!

- The arguing between Finland and Sweden's people reflects modern culture, in which some Finns and Swedes don't get along. The 'all Swedish men are gay' is a popular stereotype in Finland. So even though they are married in Hetalia, there seems to be sour feelings amongst both of their populous, lol!

- England is singing the English theme song of Hello Kitty to China. Hello Kitty is an popular anime series in Japan, and has been ongoing since 1974. It is one of the most recognized icons in the world, and it's cute, lol.

- Greenland yelling at Iceland at the end has to do with Iceland's volcano, Grímsvötn, erupting on May 25, 2011. The ash from this eruption wasn't as bad as Eyjafjallajökull's the previous year, but Grímsvötn's spread to Greenland.

Thanks again for reading!