Chapter 9: Party Time! PART 2
I just realized I was so eager to post last chapter that I dropped it unedited. Oops. I don't have wifi right now so I'm gonna have to edit it on my Ipod, if that's even possible. Hehe.
And I got a Bastille cd that I'm playing on repeat and I FREAKING LOVE BASTILLE so I'm really happy :)
Okay, so, I've never been drunk before, but I have read enough gay fanfiction to know how to write it... Kind of. Nah, I just read a lot of gay fanfiction. Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, never been drunk (and not planning to), so it might not be accurate. Also, this chapter contains some weird descriptions of people kissing and maybe little flashes of people having sex, but I'm not writing any sex scenes since that's just really fucking gross and I'm to innocent for that, (aka I can't write sex scenes), and I have to keep this rated T.
Ludwig is in a permanent state of "No Homo." You're not fooling anyone, Ludster. Also, PAY ATTENTION to the time-stamps above each paragraph. I collected different snippets of the party wich occurred at different moments in time, and just sorta threw them together, not necceceraly in chronological order. I also put the name of the person from whose POV you're gonna read, and their state of drunkenness. ALSO, if you don't know the song 'I write sins not tragedies' by Panic! At the Disco, you should look it up right now since I'm using it here AND I DON'T OWN THIS SONG OR ANY OF THE OTHER SONGS OR HETALIA. DON'T SUE ME I'M BROKE. Enjoy!
Date: September 6
Place: Alfred's mansion
Time: About 21:00
Person: Ludwig Beilschmidt
State: Sober
It was complete and utter chaos. People were dancing and drinking and playing stupid games, making out and picking fights and Ludwig was just so DONE with it. He couldn't find Feliciano either; He had slipped away somehow, probably flirting with some girls, but Ludwig was worried.
This place was full of tall, buff looking guys, who could break Feliciano like a twig, and not to mention there were some really pretty girls around with short skirts and WAY too much cleavage showing and they were scarily skinny and had too much make-up on and it kinda scared him, but for some reason guys were supposed to think that they were hot or something like that. Ludwig didn't think they were hot. He just thought they needed to eat a big mac. Hell, they could probably eat the entire MacDonald's menu and they might cast a shadow. But Feliciano was probably talking to one of those girls and flirting and laughing, and Ludwig needed to protect him from those evil witches. Yeah, that was it. Protecting Feliciano. Nothing else. Of course. Totally.
"Heeey Bruder!" Ludwig's totally not jealous thoughts were interrupted by his rather... Intoxicated brother. "What is it, Gilbert?" he asked. Gilbert grinned, "I don't know Ludwig, what is it?" From somewhere in the crowd, Kiku let out a surprised gasp. Ludwig, however, didn't catch the reference and just glared at his drunk brother. Said drunk brother decided just then to slap his left arm around Ludwig's neck and lean on him heavily. Which was probably a good thing, since he was dangerously swaying on his legs just a moment before.
"Ludwiiig?" Gilbert slurred, "Ludwig, where's Birdie?" "Who?" "Biiirrrdiiieee! Like a little biiird!" "Gilbert, you're drunk. Just... Go home or something. Lie down, sleep a little. I don't know, but please leave me alone." "You're no fun." Gilbert said, pouting. "I'm gonna go and find Mattie. Tshüss."
Ludwig watched the albino drunkenly stumble away. "Idiot." he mumbled under his breath, but a soft smile played on his lips, "Just don't get yourself in trouble." He walked away to go looking for Feliciano, sighing in thought. "And to think the night started out so normal."
3 hours earlier
Time: 18:15
Person: Feliciano Vargas
State: Sugar high, sober
Everyone was there: Feliciano thought about ninety percent of the school had shown up. That would have been a problem if the party was to be held in a normal house, but luckily, Alfred's house wasn't really a house, but more like a giant mansion, complete with enormous garden, penthouse, a huge pool, and about a thousand rooms. They could probably keep the school's population in elephant's in there if they wanted, so a bunch of horny teenagers wasn't really a problem. In fact, the house seemed to be built just for that.
"And the puke room's over there. Remember that, I don't wanna clean up people's barf off the carpet, alright?" Alfred said, interrupting Feliciano's thoughts. "Uhm," Arthur asked, "Why does your house have a barf room?" "Puke room." Alfred corrected him, "It's because we had a spare bathroom and the last time I threw a party some girl decided that she could puke all over my mother's precious ancient Chinese vase-thingies. Needless to say my mother wasn't happy. Ming-dynasty doesn't go well with puke." "Aiyah, if you say puke ONE MORE TIME I think I might need to use that room, aru." Yao complained, "And your mother's ancient Chinese vase-thingies are fake. Not even worth five dollars, aru. I think the puke might have raised the value." "Alrighty then," Alfred said, "There goes my mother's biggest dream. Thanks for ruining her life, Yao." "No problem." Yao said without even blinking.
Since when was Yao so sassy? Feliciano didn't know, but he guessed it had something to do with sharing a dorm room with Ivan. That could probably even make Ludwig sassy. Speaking of Ludwig...
"Feli, pay attention please. I don't want you getting lost." Ludwig said, softly elbowing him in the side. "Of course Ludwig. Ve..." "And this is the living room." Alfred said, opening a huge door. "Mama mia!" Feliciano mumbled. Ludwig almost giggled at his reaction, but managed to muffle it with a facepalm. Right. You're not fooling anyone Luddie, you big dork. Feliciano's reaction was justified though, because the living room was HUGE. It looked more like a ballroom than anything. There were long tables with drinks and snacks, and a GIANT bowl full of reddish-pink, fruity looking punch. On one side of the room there was an enormous flatscreen tv hanging on the wall, with a soft, comfy looking couch with a BAZILLION pillows. There were like a thousand movies under that tv, it was like a giant christmas tree with the presents underneath it. "It's very big, da?" Ivan said. "Are you kidding me? It's HUGE." Gilbert spread his arms to emphasize his statement. "Hehe," Alfred scratched his neck awkwardly, "They're actually separate rooms with walls that you can just shove back in the walls, it really isn't that big." Feliciano thought otherwise.
Alfred started talking again: "Well guys, we're all here now, right? Grab a drink-" "Matthias isn't here yet." Lukas said from the back of the group, "He'll come, but he was held up at the nurses office." Tino let out an awkward laugh. "Oh God," Arthur mumbled, "What did he do this time?" "He gave me female hormone pills," Tino mumbled, "So I was basically on my period for like, a month or something." "Well that explains a lot..." Emil mumbled. Everyone laughed, Tino a little awkwardly. "Anyways," Alfred said, "Welcome to my humble home, grab a drink, eat a snack, and enjoy yourself!"
Time: About 22:00
Person: Matthew Williams
State: Slightly tipsy, only had half a glass of alcohol
"Gil, please get off of me." Matthew mumbled, his speech mumbled by the mop of white hair in his face. "But Birdie, you're so sooooft." Gilbert dropped his head to Matthew's chest and looked up at him, smiling cutely. "So soft!" Matthew ruffled his hair affectionately, resisting the urge to peck it. "Alright then. Just don't make me fall off the couch." "Okay Birdie." "And don't call me Birdie." There was literally no part of Matthew that resembled a bird, so that nickname made no sense. "Okay Mattie." Gilbert yawned.
Matthew sighed quietly. Turns out drunk Gilbert was equal to extremely cute Gilbert. Well, when he had drunk enough to get drowsy, at least. Before that he was just loud, annoying, and prone to do stupid things, wich wasn't different from how he usually was, but just strengthened a little by the shut-down of several brain functions. But for now, Gilbert was just drowsy, clingy, and very very cute.
"Mattie, I'm sleepy." Gilbert yawned again. "Hey," he giggled, "That rhymes." "No it doesn't." Matthew said, booping Gilbert's nose. "Oh yeah, you're right. I guess it doesn't." He pouted an rubbed his eyes.
"Okay then," Matthew said, standing up and hoisting Gilbert off the couch, "Let's get you to bed, eh?" Gilbert wrapped his arms around Matthew, his legs swaying dangerously. He tried to take a step but wobbled, Matthew just preventing him from falling. "Hmm, Mattie, you have to carry me upstairs." He mumbled. "W-what?" Matthew looked shocked, "Alright then." He lifted Gilbert up so that he was carrying him bridal style. Gilbert laughed, "Haha, am I your bride now?" "Shut up." Matthew mumbled as he started walking.
"We need a wedding song." Gilbert decided. "No we don't. We're not getting married, Gil." Gilbert started to sing. "Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor, and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words." "Stop singing." Matthew walked up the stairs. "What a beautiful wedding!" "Gilbert..." He had to hold in his laughter now. Gilbert continued, "What a beautiful wedding, says a bridesmaid to a waiter." Matthew decided to please the drunk Prussian and started to sing too: "Yes but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore." There was a short pause before Gilbert started singing VERY loudly: "I'D CHIME IN WITH A 'HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF... CLOSING THE GODDAMMED DOOR'?!" "NO, IT'S BETTER TO FACE THESE KIND OF THINGS WITH A SENSE OF POISE AND RATIONALITY!" "HEY WEIRDOS!" Someone yelled from a room, "STOP SINGING, ALRIGHT? Idiots." They both burst out laughing, and Matthew continued walking to the far end of the hallway.
He opened the door of one of the rooms and laid Gilbert down on the king-sized bed. "Okay, if you just change in here, I'll go in the bathroom, and we can sleep on the bed together." Matthew wasn't really, that tired, but he didn't feel the need to return to the party full of loud music and drunk idiots. Gilbert mumbled an okay, and Matthew went off to the bathroom. When he was almost done taking off is clothes, he heard a loud thump and some muffled curses in German. "Gilbert?" No answer. He sighed and opened the door, only to find Gilbert laying on the ground with his arms tangled in his shirt, while trying to take his pants off. "Gilbert, what...? How did you even...? What did you...?" "I can't take my pants off." Gilbert mumbled. "What?" Gilbert looked up at him, pouting angrily, and said, louder this time: "I can't get my pants off." Another sigh was let out as the Canadian made his way over to the blushing albino. "Ugh, come here." Matthew quickly unbuttoned Gilbert's pants, took his shirt off and laid him down on the bed. (NOT LIKE THAT, PERVERTS. Get ya mind outta the gutter!) After tucking the boy in, Matthew laid down next to him , turned out the nightlight, and closed his eyes. "Goodnight, Gil." "G'night Birdie."
Time: 21:30
Person: Alfred F. Jones
State: Tipsy
Alfred couldn't be happier: The party was awesome, people were enjoying themselves, there was plenty of alcohol, and guess what? People hadn't even felt the need to use the Puke Room yet! It couldn't go better! Now all he needed to do was find Arthur and- "Ey, w-watch where you're going!" Someone yelled as Alfred bumped into them. "Oh, sorry, I didn't see ya the- ARTIE?" Alfred could only stare at Arthur as he drunkenly tried to insult him, because WHAT had possessed him into wearing THIS kind of clothes? "Why are you starinnng at meh?" Arthur asked.
'Well,' Alfred wanted to say, 'Not because you're wearing booty shorts and a ripped tank top, I mean, that's totally normal, right?' But, because he was Alfred, the sarcastic comment decided to leave his brain and slip out of his ear or something, so that he could be free and make his way to smarter people's brains. The little thing just wanted to be free! He snuck out when Alfred wasn't looking and nestled himself in Lukas' brain. There he lived happily ever after, and where was I going with this? Oh yeah, no sarcasm for Alfie.
Instead, he decided to use the most intelligent answer ever known to human kind: "Huh?" Give that man a Nobel Price! Instead of asking Arthur why in the name of the queen he was wearing that revealing and totally not sexy outfit, he decided to change the world and say 'Huh?' That's your future right there, kids. Depressing, right? But I'm getting sidetracked, which is why I don't normally write a 3 AM, but hey, there's a first for everything. So, while Alfred was being an incredibly intelligent human being, Arthur had proceeded to somehow steal someone's beer and chuck it all down, turning the drunk nation into a very drunk nation.
"Are you going to sing God save the Queen again? Because if that happens I'm out. You sing off-key and you won't even let me sing the Star Spangled Banner." Alfred asked, worried. "H-how dare you? I'm the best bloody singer in the whole fucking world!" Arthur looked very pissed, which kinda amused Alfred, so he said: "Oh yeah? Prove it." "Fine." Arthur said, stomping away and climbing on a table.
He started to sing, very loudly and not very beautifully: "SoooomeWHEEEERREE O-ver the RAIN-BOW, piiiiiiiigs caaaaaaaaaaaaaan flyyyyyyyyyyy!" Those were not the lyrics, but I forgot them, and he's drunk anyway, so it doesn't matter. Alfred, however, was not satisfied. "That song is LAME! Sing another one!" "I came in like a WREEEEEEECKIIINGBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLL! I never hit so HAAAAAAAAAAAARD IN LOOOOOVVVVVEEEEEEEE! All I wanted was to BREEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAK YOUR BAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLSSSSS! All you ever did was WREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECK MEEEEEEEE!"
An audience was starting to form now. Arthur's drunken screaming and messing up the lyrics seemed to amuse the horny teenage crowd. "Sing a ballad!" Someone yelled. "Nevermind, I'll find someone like YOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU, I wish NOTHING but the BEST, for YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU, DON'T FORGET ME, MY FRIEND, I REMEMBEEER YOU SAAAIIID-"
"ARTHUR! Mon Dieu, what are you doing?" Francis yelled as he emerged from the crowd. He sent all the yelling teens a scary glare, and they immediately stopped screaming. Nobody interfered when Big Brother France popped up. He was scarier than Regular France, and could be very overprotective. "Arthur! Get. Down." Arthur clumsily jumped off the table, and Francis immediately yanked him away from the living room. He glared at Alfred before trying to get Arthur to go upstairs, which wasn't very easy, since the latter one had no intention of going to sleep, and, to amusement of the crowd, started singing again. "I WANT TO BREAK FREE! I WANT TO BREEEAAAK FREEE!" Francis wacked him on the head and started dragging him up the stairs. "Well, there's only one thing we can do now." Someone said, "PARTAAAAAYYYYY!"
Time: 22:00
Person: Lovino Vargas
State: Drunk
Lovino's quest to find out who the hell spiked the fucking punch
Lovino was fucking drunk and he knew it. What he didn't know, however, was how the hell he had gotten drunk? He hadn't even drunk anything except for fizzy drinks and... Wait a second... That was it! Someone had spiked the punch! Goddamnit, he should have seen this coming! Whoever did this was going to fucking pay! But how was he going to catch them?
Ah! He knew it! He was going on an epic quest to find the punch spiking idiot! He could use his awesome mafia skills to catch the culprit! But first, he needed a sidekick. Someone who was smart, cunning, quick to understand things, knew exactly what to do, and, above all, someone who was unbelievably awesome. Someone like-
"NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!" Lovino was interrupted in his thoughts by a drunk Spaniard jumping on his back. "GODDAMMIT, GET OFF OF ME, BASTARD!" "Hiii Lovi~" Ugh, now he had to deal with a drunk Spanish idiot. Who used Monty Python quotes. Great, just fucking great.
"I said OFF." Lovino yelled as he dropped Antonio to the ground. "I don't have time for you, I need to find a sidekick." Wrong choice. "OH OH! PICK ME, PICK ME!" Antonio desperately clung to Lovino's leg, begging and whining and just being really fucking annoying overall.
"Let go of me, bastard!" More begging. "Please, Lovi? I'll promise I'll be the best sidekick ever! I'll even bring you tomatoes! Lots and lots of tomatoes!" "Antonio, STOP IT. You can't be my sidekick, dammit." "W-what?" Antonio's eyes started to water.
'Oh no,' Lovino thought, 'Just how drunk is this guy?!' "Please don't cry, just-" "Lovi doesn't like me!" Antonio was just full out crying now, tears flowing from his eyes, loud sobbing and all that shit. Lovino didn't like it one bit. Antonio looked up at him and- Oh GOD. He looked like a fucking puppy or something! A lost little puppy. It was fucking tragic.
"Okay... You can be my sidekick." "Really?" Antonio's face brightened instantly. Was this guy for real? First he looks like a kicked puppy and then, suddenly, he brightens up and THE FUCKING SUN BURSTS OUT OR SOMETHING? What the hell? Lovino felt all warm inside, and he had to resist the urge to smile. It was fucking gross. "Yay! I can be Lovi's sidekick!" "Whatever, idiot. We're going to find out who spiked the punch." "Someone spiked the punch?" Antonio asked. Lovino nodded. "Oh, so that's why I'm so dizzy." "Yeah. Now shut up and let the fucking quest begin."
Time: 00:25
Person: Yao Wang
State: Sober
This party was stupid. Stupid music, stupid people, and, above all, stupid people moaning in the closet. Yao stared at the closet door in utter shock and disgust. Who would even think of doing it in that piece of crap? Stupid westerners. "Privet, Yao." And stupid Ivan. Where the hell did he come from?
"AIYAH!" Yao screamed loudly and not very manly. "You scared me, aru!" "I'm sorry, sunflower. I didn't mean to." Ivan smiled at him. "Stop calling me sunflower." Yao huffed and crossed his arms. "But you're so much like a sunflower!" "I am not! I am very manly and in no way like a pretty flower." "No, I meant you're always brightening up my day. Like a sunflower." Yao blushed a deep red. That was so sweet. And so corny. And he was so done with this dork.
"You're a dork, aru." "But I'm your dork, da?" "S-shut up." What was that supposed to mean? Why couldn't that idiot just be clear with him? "Does that mean we're dating?" Ivan looked very hopeful and not at all cute and Yao totally didn't have feelings for him. "S-sure." Okay, maybe a little bit. "But only if you stop calling me sunflower. Or let me call you my panda." Ivan's dorkiness was contagious, it seemed. "Yao Wang, it would honour me greatly to be your panda." Yao didn't think Ivan was ever going to be as cute and dorky as in that moment, and so he did the only thing he could think of. He kissed him. It was cute, short and soft, and, most likely, one of the best moments of his live.
Time: 00:30
Person: Ivan Braginsky
State: Slightly tipsy (This watery beer is nothing like good Russian vodka, you really think he would get drunk?)
Ivan was freaking out: Yao was kissing him and he was kissing back and it was perfect and cute and soft, and Yao didn't even look afraid and it was him who had kissed Ivan, and not the other way around, and Yao was a very good kisser, so it was needless to say that when they were interrupted by a very loud moan coming from the inside of the closet, Ivan wasn't very pleased. Too bad he had left his pipe at home (he didn't want to get arrested again). He looked over at his little sunflower and saw Yao was looking very disturbed and slightly frightened, which only angered Ivan further. Who dared to disturb his boyfriend? "Should we open it?" Yao asked him, looking slightly curious now. "But that's no fun! I know a better way. Step back please." Yao stepped back. Ivan smiled and kicked down the door with great force. Two blondes were tangled up, and two pairs of blue eyes looked at him in shock. "Lukas? Matthias?" "Well, that was unexpected." Yao mumbled. The two couples kept staring at each other for a few minutes. "Well, this is awkward." Matthias finally broke the silence. "Why were you in a closet?" Yao asked. "We were making out!" "Don't be blunt, idiot." Lukas wacked Matthias on the head. He grabbed the Dane's hand and dragged him out of the closet (haha). "We're leaving." Yao and Ivan watched the weird couple go, and looked at each other at the same time. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" "The closet is free now, da?"
Time: 01:30
Person: Arthur Kirkland
State: SMASHED
Everything was just one big blur; Arthur didn't know how it was even possible he was still standing on his feet. At least, he thought it were his feet. They felt a bit funny, as did the rest of his body. But if he were standing upside down he would've puked the whole place under by now. Wait. Don't think about barf. His stomach was doing flips. Puppies and rainbows, kittens and unicorns. Better. As I was saying, everything was just one big blur, party lights and drunken teenagers, loud, booming music. All he could see were blurry shapes and vague colours. Which was the reason he didn't recognize the blond figure he ran into. "Arthur? I thought I had put you to bed already?" Blond hair and blue eyes. It must be Alfred! Arthur snuck his arms around his crush's neck (wich was the only way he could keep standing upright, by the way) and looked up at him, green eyes unfocused. "What are you doing?" This was his chance! He was never going to be this close to Alfred again! And if he didn't feel the same, he would just blame the alcohol for it, no big deal. "Alfred..." he mumbled. "What? Arthur I'm not-" Arthur brought up his face and kissed him passionately. But wait, why did he smell like roses and wine? And since when did Alfred have a stubble? His hair was too long too... It was Francis! This wasn't Alfred! "Arthur?" That was Alfred, standing in the kitchen doorway, a shocked and pained expression on his face.
DUN DUN DUUUN! CLIFFHANGER! Haha, I'm so evil. But this story needed some stupid teenage angst. Don't worry, it'll still be mostly humorous. I'm really excited for the next chapter, since that will be something like Katy Perry's 'Last Friday Night', and my plan is to make it hilarious. I don't know if I will succeed, but I'll try.
Anyways, I've worked for DAYS on this chapter, which is a lot, since I normally just write a few small parts on weekdays and then a whole buttload in the weekend (I work best under pressure), and this is over 3000 words long which is a lot since I normally have between 2000 and 3000 words. Yay for longer chapters! You guys deserved it, since this was a little late. Hehe. I think updates will be a bit irregular from now on, but, I'll be writing (almost) every day.
I wanted to say a special thank you to Angel of Literature for always reviewing and being supportive. Your reviews make my day, and give me motivation to write faster. You're awesome!
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Next time on DLTN: It's the morning after! A hung over nation is not a happy nation. Lovino and Antonio continue on their stupid (I mean, awesome) quest to find out who the hell spiked the fucking punch. Man, that's a mouthful. Unfortunately, someone decided to leave them a little surprise. Uh oh, I hope Antonio survives this.
What's that? There's no coffee left! Someone must have stolen it! But who would do such a terrible thing, especially when 90% of the people are hung over? Operation 'Find the coffee thief and kill him' can start!
While some of the nations got themselves a new relationship, others completely messed up. Arthur is one of those people. How is he going to fix this?
Find out next time on The Daily Life of a Teenage Nation!
