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America's P.O.V.

Hungary appeared before us once again, her face looking flustered. She looked really out of it.

"Miss Hungary," I asked. "We heard noise in there, is everything okay?"

Hungary gave me a weak smile. "Oh, yes, I just spilled some water while I was moving things around. It was nothing. Now what did you need me for, again?"

"We're done!" exclaimed Italy, waving his arms around like a maniac. Thank god we were done, too. I was going through hell! But I did my best and that's all that matters. I'M THE HERO!

"You're done? Well isn't that wonderful?! How did you do?" she squeaked. No literally, she started talking in this high pitched voice as if we were dogs. Not cool, not cool.

"…" Italy guiltily placed a finger to his lips and turned away. I knew what was coming next.

"Well, how did you do Italy?"

"…"

My curiousity overcame my desire for burgers and good grades and I grabbed hold of Italy's packet. I skimmed through the answers, mentally checking them. They all seemed right so far. Why was he worried? "Italy you're getting these all right," I told him, cocking an eyebrow in his direction.

Italy did not even look at me as he murmured, "Turn to the third page."

I did as I was told and immediately I went bonkers. The third page had no answers what-so-ever! In fact, the entire third page was covered with a (really well done) drawing of … Germany?! I looked over it just a little and saw that he had also begun to draw pasta but erased it. Well, at least he remembered the no pasta rule. I frowned at the Italian. "Italy, you didn't write down ANY answers! All you did was draw Germany!" I scolded.

I think that's what made Hungary's face morph from an angry one to an excited one. She peaked at the paper and her face lightened up immensely. "Oh! That's so ROMANTIC!"

"Shut up, crazy yaoi girl!" I demanded. Man, chicks like her scared the hell out of me! I already had a bunch in my country and all they would do is say, "EEE! Sebastian and Ciel! I love those two together!" or "OMG! America and England! I love-" wait, did I just think that?

….

Anyway, Hungary giggled as Italy said, "I'm sorry. I just had this weird need to draw Germany~!"

"Its love dear!" Hungary proclaimed.

"Love?"

"Yes, its-"

"DON'T LISTEN TO HER!" I intervened. I glanced at Hungary and noticed her pouting at my interruption. "It's just her yaoi talk. Don't worry about it!" I smiled brightly.

Italy slanted his eyebrows and looked up in thought. "What's yaoi? I feel like I've heard that somewhere before …"

"NO YOU HAVEN'T!" I shouted, clasping both hands on his shoulder. Wait, why should I care about him liking Germany anyway? Well, whatever, it just freaks me out at the moment.

"Of course I have, America~! I just don't remember!" was his response.

Letting out a sigh, I said, "When you're older, Italy. When you're older …"

"But that's not fair! Aren't I older than you?"

"… That's not true. Everyone's been lying to you from the start," I told him, a serious look in my eyes. "The real truth is that I'm as old as England and that I had been hidden for centuries until Finland found me …"

A hand grasped onto my wirst and dug into it. I yelped at the contact and noticed it was Italy's hand. It began to crush my hero-like arm as if he was my mouth and my wrist was the burger … that's a weird analogy.

What's wrong with me?! I shouldn't be thinking about analogies right now, whatever that word means! Why do I keep getting off track?! In any case, my awesome, inhuman wrist was being crushed by a small, wimpy, pasta-loving freak who is (might I add) a very big coward. Am I the only one who sees what's wrong with this picture?

Italy smiled up at me but for some reason I had this feeling that he didn't want to ask me out on a picnic. In fact, my mind was starting to think of him as a second Russia and immediately my automatic, 'run away from Russia' meter was on.

"Silly America~! Don't lie to me. Its obvious who's the older one here. Right~?" his voice practically hissed at me.

"Y-yep!" I stuttered as he let go of my wrist and I staggered away.

Were all Italians secretly scary?

"A-anyway," Hungary interjected, saving my life. "Its getting late. How about resuming th lesson tommorow. We can go over the questions then."

I nodded in agreement. "That sounds good. I'm getting tired anyway!"

"Me too~!" exclaimed cheerfully. That's not what he looked like three seconds ago. " … But where do we sleep?"

Hungary glanced up at the ceiling in thought. "Well, I have two couches in the living room theat can fold out into beds. You can use those."

"Cool! Where's the living room?!" I asked.

"Um … turn your head slightly to the left."

As I did so I noticed a huge arch way leading into another room. Oh, that's where it was. Well, that was easy to spot. "Alright, so where do you want us to put the packets."

"Just set them down on the side table," she instructed. The two of us did as we were told.

"Well, we'll be going to bed Miss Hungary~!" Italy yawned sort of cutely. He went over, hugged Hungary, and walked off into the den. I followed suit. "Thanks Miss Hungary."

That was only my second time calling her Miss and quite frankly it felt good to say it. I felt as if I was giving her the repect she deserved, which is really weird because I never respect anybody! Ha! Once Italy and I were in the den we helped each other pull out the beds. Before we knew it we were fast asleep. I guess all that thinking really did wear me out. Tomorrow maybe I'll try to tone it down … just a bit …


Hungary P.O.V.

Once I knew for certain the boys had gone to sleep I made my way back into the kitchen to see how England was fairing. When I walked in he was sitting with his arms crossed looking out the window at the night sky. His head whipped her way once I sat down. "Ah, Miss Hungary," he muttered. "How are the two boys doing?"

"If you mean their studies, their studies are doing fine. America may seem dumb but not totally," I responded. "They're asleep at the moment."

"I see. America … smart?" England chuckled soflty at that. "I never could've imagined. I guess I did teach him well …"

At that I smirked. "No, I'm pretty sure that side came from Native America, maybe even France."

He frowned. "I'm starting to think you like antagonizing me."

"I'm starting think you're being paranoid."

"Well now a days I'm very paranoid. Europe isn't really doing well, economy likewise."

I nodded in agreement. "You're right there. There are some days when I wonder if we'll all destroy each other. You know if Europe goes down, so do most of the others like America, Japan, and so on."

England did not respond and continued to stare out the window. After a while he finally spoke. "Its getting dark. I think I'll find myself a nice hotel and leave for the UK in the morning."

" … or you could stay here. I have extra room."

England faced me with a look of disbelief. I'm not going to freeload off of a woman!"

"I didn't say freeload. Its just one night. And what does me being a woman have to do with anything?" Damn England and his sexist comments. Somethings will never change.

"Even if I do stay for one night where would I sleep without America and Italy knowing?" he asked curious to see what my plan would be.

"You could use my bed. I don't like how soft it is anyway."

"Your bed?! That's preposterous! There is no way in hell-"

Okay that was it! "England would you like some beer?"

He looked at me in surprise, stopping his sentence. "W-What?"

"I asked if you wanted beer? I have some you know."

"I promised I'd never drink again," was his reply. I noticed how he hesitated to say it though.

I grinned at him deviously. "Oh, come on. I know you want some."

" … I said no."

"But you love the stuff don't you?"

"I'm not a beer addict like you, Prussia, Germany, Russia, and Denmark. Now please leave me alone about the subject."

"Are you sure?"

"Miss Hungary … please-"

"Positive?"

"If I have a tiny cup will you shut up?"

"… Maybe …"

"Then nope."

"I will," I hurriedly replied, changing my answer. He smirked in triumph as if he one the match. He was far from winning, that was for sure. I grinned back and sauntered over to the fridge. "Would you like Dopplebock?"

"Why am I not surprised you don't have Ale? Sure, why not."

I pulled the two bottles of beer out from the fridge and handed one to England. "Yeah sorry, no Ale. But this is just as good."

"I've had Bock, Prussia forced me to drink it once but I've never had Dopplebock. Is there a difference?" He asked me as I assisted him in taking the top off. Next I took the top of mine off responding, "Not really." Except that its stronger. I didn't dare say it though. England smiled in delight as he took a delicate sip. "This is delicious."

"Of course it is. Unlike Prussia I don't drink just anything."

He seemed to like that response so he continued to drink. Once the bottle was half empty … that's when it started. I knew it was going to happen but … wow.

"Hey! Hungary! Did you know that France is the exact replica of a Frog?!" He asked me, his head layed squished against the table.

"N-no."

"Well it is!" He drank another sip but then realized it was now practically empty. "I need another!"

"um … sure …" I got up and pulled out another one, handing it to him. He wasted no time and continued drinking. "France, Spain, Prussia … they're all demons! They would bully me all the time until I kicked their fucking arses and walked them back home! Ha! Bloody wankers! But out of the three of them Prussia is a devil!" he cried and slammed his fist upon the table. "I .. turned him into a girl once …" he slurred. "And she tried to seduce me!"

At that I giggled. Yep that was Prussia alright.

"Speaking of ass holes that trash talking Russia needs to be put in his place!" I nodded in agreement. "And! And! And! And he's way too tall! Its not fair! How come he's so tall?! And whats with that damn coat anyway! Sometimes I wonder if he's as fat as that fat ass America! And his little sister is such a bitch! Who carries knives everywhere anyway?! She practically killed me!"

He didn't stop there.

"Last time I went out drinking with the others Belgium and Prussia tortured me! I thought Belgium was a nice young girl and that she had her head screwed on right but she's a DEMON!"

I thought he was exaggerating. She only acts really wild when she's drunk. The rest of the time she's really regular and nice.

"Did you know, Denmark, Prussia, and America created a trio too?! Its horrible! Why?! Why?! Its like America is out to get me! That bloody wanker! After I spoiled him! I spoiled him rotten!" he paused for a second to sip more from his beer. "Now that I think about it, Native America spoiled him! Not me! She spoiled him and look what happened to her! I spoiled him just a little and I'm still stabbed in the back! WANKER!"

He slammed his head against the table. Causing me to yelp. He was being way too loud. "Um … England could you please –"

"How come you never do anything wrong?"

"Excuse me?"

"You haven't fucking got on my nerves in ages!"

"Um … I did like twenty minutes ago."

"That doesn't count! I was just being over emotional because I blush a lot and I have a hard time expressing my thoughts and Japan calls me Tsundere and I don't know what that means!"

Well that sentence didn't make much sense. I sort of understood what tsundere was. Not totally though. "Well you're very rough on the outside but very timid and soft on the inside."

"I'm NOT TIMID!"

I just didn't say anything. It was funny seeing him like this. I had to admit that but it was also very tiring. As he continued to talk he also asked for more bottles of course, I got myself more too. I could tell I was sort of already drunk myself. When I talked I could feel my words jumbling together and my brain would black out for a few seconds. I hiccuped after taking another sip. "Ha! Maybe you should just use a spell next year," I suggested minutes later.

"Of course! I need to cast a new one anyway. I need to scare that damn America some year, right? Haha!"

"Why'll you're at it, you could probably turn France into a Frog!"

"Oh yeah! You're so smart!"

"Haha! Hey, are we drunk?"

"Ha! 'We'? I'm not drunk! I'm perfectly sober!" he claimed.

"You keep telling yourself that~" I grinned as I tapped his nose playfully. Yeah, we were both drunk.

At the time I wasn't even worrying if we'd wake America and Italy or not.

"Okay so I was walking around, and I heard about that Justine Beaver guy saying he'd never return to Britain again. I flicked him off on his flight back to America!"

"Oh, yeah! I heard about that … Are you a belieber?"

"I don't know, are you?"

"I belieb in God."

"Me too! I guess we are beliebers!"

"I guess we are," I giggled. Weirdly enough, England jumped from his seat all of a sudden and started singing randomly, "Ohh! I'm a belieber! I couldn't leave her if I tried!"

My brain did not register the fact that his pants slipped down until two minutes after it happened and I fell on the floor laughing my guts out.

"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed slightly uncaring. "When did that happen?" He lazily cocked an eyebrow my way as I sat up.

"What?! I didn't do anything!"

"Sure …" Finally he pulled them up and gave me a glare. "I still don't belieb you."

"I told you I didn't do anything!" It was hard to contain my drunken laughter. Awkwardly he tugged on my cheek and moved it around as if I were a child. "Ha!" he exclaimed. "You look like a baby when your cheeks are spread out!"

"So do you!" I did the same to him. " … A nasty baby."

"You take that back!" he demanded and squeezed harder. I followed suite and noticed how his cheeks were now turning a bright red from the pain. I would imagine mine were too. "Nasty, nasty, baby."

"Shut up wanker!"

Finally I let go causing him to let go and we broke down on the floor laughing like maniacs. "I love being sober!" he exclaimed.

I continued to laugh and unbuttoned my two top buttons to get air. Finally the laughter died down and we continued to lay there on the dirty floor.I had to admit it felt good to drink again. Last time I even touched a beer bottle was when I was at Germany's house and Prussia was being an idiot and Belgium and Denmark crashed the party and … it was terrible.

Glancing over at England I remembered the situation we were in. Italy and America were sleeping a few rooms over and we were getting wasted like a bunch of old folks …technically we are old but whatever.

Oh, yeah … America …

I sat up and scooted over to England. I grabbed hold of his blonde fluffly hair and placed his head a top my lap.

"… You'll talk to America about … you know, right?" I asked rubbing his head slowly.

England closed his eyes and sighed. His goofy grin relaxing as if he were still sober. "Actually," he hiccuped. "I don't know. I don't know what we are anymore. Once I was his father, then I was his brother, and now I'm just a stranger."

"Please promise you'll talk to him about it." When he didn't answer I sighed. "England, you're just going through a Spain and Romano faze."

"Huh?"

"Or maybe I should call it a somewhat Japan and China faze." Shrugging I continued. "You need to work this out sometime. Just try it, I'm sure America will listen. You'll never know how he reacts unless you try." I paused. "And don't forget, 'I belieb in you'," I joked.

"And I belieb in you too."

"Yep, we're both beliebers."

That's when he opened his eyes again. "Don't you think … us nations are really …"

"Dumb? Annoying? Stupid? Weird?"

"Maybe all four."

"Yeah, I mean what we're doing is weird. We're getting drunk and shouting while we're supposed to keep your presence he a secret." Wow I actually said something intellectual while being drunk.

England loosened his tie and unlatched his top button. He took in a sweet breath of fresh air. It really did help that the window was open. The smell of beer was everywhere … I really hoped Prussia didn't come to pester me anytime soon. He'd smell the beer and demand to know why I didn't invite him.

Ugh … male nations. They always thought themselves far above the female species. That's why I liked hanging out with Belgium and Liechtenstein. I never really got to hang out with Ukraine, Vietnam, Wy, or Taiwan often and Belarus would never let me talk to her. Although I do sometimes see Monaco … sometimes.

"You know Miss Hungary," England began causing me to look down. "I do appreciate the help … and while I do appreciate it, I really wish you could keep it well enough alone."

"I'm sorry but if I had left you alone you would continue to run away from the talk you should have with America," I told him firmly. "Plus, its in my nature to be nosy sometimes."

"I could tell," said England, a goofy smile reappearing on his face. "But you needn't worry! I'm the Great British Empire! Hahahaha!"

"You were the Great British Empire," I deadpanned causing him to poute like a toddler. I continued to pet him though as I laughed at the silly expression.

"Whatever," he grumbled. "But I seriously appreciate it chap!" he exclaimed. He clamped his hand over my hand and lifted himself up. Awkwardly he leaned over and kissed my left cheek and pulled away quickly. I wasn't too fazed because it was natural for him to do that to women. It was sort of a way to be polite and say thank you. Japanese girls liked it, I knew that.

I just smiled back at him and immediately bonked him on the head. "Please don't do that ever again."

"Hey! I was being nice!"

"I know."

He playfully frowned. "Others take it nicely …"

"But just because I look like a female doesn't mean I always act like one."

"Hey, you don't have to be female to appreciate it!"

I cocked an eyebrow at him in confusion. "What do you mean by that?"

"When America was little he excepted them and with a geniune smile at that."

My eyes widened at the news. America … allowed England to do that to him … that was … that was so … "KAWAII~~!"

"What the hell?!" England's head fell back on my lap in surprise. "What was that?"

I blushed. "Oops. Sorry about that … wait … how do you not know what Kawaii is? Are you really Japan's friend?"

"O-Of course I am!"

" …" I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion but just shrugged it off after a mere three seconds. "Well, whatever …"

Suddenly, I found my eyelids closing slightly but I refused to pass out. "England …" I began. "Maybe you should go sleep now," I partly yawned.

"And where would I do that?" he asked with a slight slur of his words.

"I said you could use my bedroom. I'll sleep somewhere else."

England refused to move for a few minutes, claiming he was too comfortable to get up but finally I forced him and on to his legs. Not to be rude but he looked like crap. I was lucky he didn't strip though. Prussia and Denmark would always laugh about it. Before walking up the steps just outside the kitchen he turned back my way and he looked at me with a knowing grin. "I know what you're doing."

"What?"

"You think since I'm drunk and can't think straight you can make me use your bed."

"Of course not," I lied. "And besides not just a few minutes ago you said you were sober."

"Well, fuck a few minutes ago. I'm wasted. Just so you know. I'm not going upstairs because I'm drunk and you said so. I'm doing it because I'm drunk and I'm tired."

"Yeah, yeah," I shrugged and got to my feet. "G'night."

He smiled down at me warmly and scolded, "Its Good night no G'night. So, good night." He sauntered up the stairs as I called out, "It's the first door to the right!"

Once I heard the slam of a door I walked up the stairs as well and found myself walking left into my 'fun' room. There was no bed but there were books and movies, a tv and a couch. That was all I really needed at the moment. Inside I opened one of my extra clothes closets, slipped on a nightgown and plopped down upon the polkadot couch falling to sleep instantly.

What a hectic day.


Germany's P.O.V.

The night sky shined down on us through the train windows. Oh and by 'us' I mean Romano and me. It had been a while since I had actually been on a train but it wasn't that bad. It would've been better if I didn't have a sleepy, bad mouthed Italian accompanying me. Sleeping on me at that.

Romano slumped down and leaned on my shoulder and actually snored. I should've known he was the snoring type. Anyway, it was just annoying. I only wished Spain was here. Then Romano could annoy him instead.

His, what seemed like, endless slumber made it hard for me to rest. Romano kept talking and cussing in his sleep. He said, and now I'm being precise when I tell you this, "Damn those fucking retards and their large bazookas! Go to hell!"

I really didn't think he had war dreams but whatever.

…. This was going to be a long night …..


This was not meant to be EngHun but if you want it to be you can. I know this one is longer than most chapters. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?