It was the day before the meeting and Denmark was having…problems. Lucia wouldn't come out from her room.

"I won't go to the meeting! That bloody France and the stupid imbecilic Britain!" was all she would tell him. He couldn't call Sve for back up, so it would have to be Germany borrowed from Prussia, or America.

America would be too willing, and he liked this door…

He didn't know what to do! He banged on the door. "Heeeey, I want to go drinking, I'll buy you rum if you come along!"

The door creaked open and Lucia put her head around the door. "Good rum?" Her eyes narrowed at him and he nodded, enthusing about different types of rum and drink while stepping backwards so she had to follow him. They were down the stairs before she knew it and she found herself flung over his shoulders.

"Put me down!" she shrieked, but the unstoppable drink driven country was already leaping to the door, picking up their coats as he went.

"Come on, put me down, Mr Den!" she pleaded, with a rapidly sinking heart. He was running along the road with a wide grin. It was useless with this guy!

…

Norway frowned at Lucia nursing her good quality rum. Her expression was that of a defeated general, and Denmark had a firm grip on her arm as he enthused and drank his own alcohol.

"Did you really have to carry her all the way here?" he asked Denmark, who nodded before taking another drink of beer. Norway rolled his eyes and wondered what the idiot's reaction would be if Norway poured his own drink over the Dane's head. Lucia did look pretty miserable – there was no doubt she had protested against being carried like a sheep.

Sweden was narrowing his eyes at Denmark, but leaving it be for the most part, while Finland was holding his fists up close to his mouth like he wanted to say something but wasn't quite sure how to phrase it, and Iceland was taking care of his puffin.

It suddenly struck Norway why Lucia looked so miserable. Her eyes were darting towards the puffin and then her hand kept fluttering towards her shoulder before falling back to her lap, or to hold the rum.

"You forgot her parrot."

Denmark's eyes widened momentarily and he turned to Lucia, checking her coat pockets and then grinning.

"It will be fine!" he said, and Norway rolled his eyes again. He was such an idiot. Lucia looked unbelievably washed out and unhappy. Well, if she didn't speak up it was her problem. Iceland stood up and moved to sit next to the girl, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and encouraging his puffin to not swear at him or Lucia (it didn't work, but points for effort) while telling her the parrot would be fine.

"So Lucia needs to go to the meeting, but you know what France and England are like around her, so…" he lowered his voice, "we need to make sure she gets there."

Everyone sweat dropped. Couldn't he see Lucia was next to him or was he just that drunk? Wasn't it obvious that she could hear him?

…

Iceland turned to Denmark with a worried expression. "Hey, are you sure this is a good idea?" He surveyed the scene in front of him once more to make sure he hadn't hallucinated or anything, before biting down on a piece of liquorice.

"Of course I'm sure! A princess has to be kept in captivity!" He grinned at Sweden who had pulled St Lucia onto his lap and was holding her there while Finland helped Norway set up a camp bed. It was decided that she would stay with Iceland, but Iceland only had a camp bed for her to sleep on. The puffin was keeping an eye on her before it feel asleep and Finland caught her trying to climb out the window.

The first floor window.

But what was this about a princess? Iceland considered asking Denmark before deciding that he didn't really wish to know that much. Perhaps he was just really drunk… it wouldn't be the first time, after all.

…

Finland started brushing Lucia's hair, plaiting it after he was done and smiling at her. She yawned and hugged his waist, immediately falling asleep without protest (the after effect of spiking her rum with something to make her sleep). Finland gently tugged her arms away and Sweden lifted her onto the camp bed, while Norway went around locking the windows. Denmark knelt down next to the camp bed and ruffled her hair, a slight look of happiness on his face while Iceland walked off to his own room.

"Well, we better get back, before Sealand kicks England unconscious. Or Ladonia causes any trouble." Finland and Sweden started to walk towards the door, and Denmark laughed.

"You got England to babysit after what the little princess did?"

Finland's eyes softened. "He cares about Sea and Sea cares about him. If you saw…" He shook his head and they left. Denmark flung himself on the sofa, and watched as Norway followed them, and closed his eyes, smiling as Lucia began to snore slightly.

…

Iceland stumbled into his kitchen, frowning with annoyance. Clattering sounds had been sounding for about ten minutes along with some Danish swearing, along with Creole screeches of protest. Obviously Lucia was up as well thanks to the stupid Dane, and they had no time to waste, they had to get to the meeting!

…

"Stupid Dane!" wailed Lucia as the Dane carried her in slung over one shoulder, waving like a pop star to the dumbfounded countries that were unsure what to do or say to stop him. Lucia struggled like a mad cat, beating on his back while he grinned oblivious. Prussia and America looked at each other with weary looks on their faces.

"Um, dude? When we said bring her, we didn't exactly mean…" America started, while Prussia just patted his back.

"It is not going to work… in his current state he won't pay attention to you." He waited for his explanation to sink in and America pointed to Lucia.

"Shouldn't we help her? My duty as a hero…" He looked as Lucia wriggled out of Denmark's arms and escaped, running towards the other end of the room. Italy was in the way and they both fell to the floor with a thump, while Germany turned with a defeated expression on his face.

"Italy, did you not see the running blur coming towards you or something?" he asked, while America and Prussia carried Lucia off by her arms (her feet were off the ground by a good few centimetres) ruffling her hair with their spare hands.

"What are you doing, gits!" She struggled a little and they laughed, putting her down for a second until she was hoisted onto America's shoulders. She squealed in fright and Prussia reached up and squeezed her hand.

"Happy that you are here, Lucia?" She looked down and grinned a little. Actually, she was, but it wasn't like she was going to tell them that.

Norway appeared in the doorway and sighed. The Dane was here for five minutes and he caused absolute chaos… and at least France and England were staying away from St Lucia. Iceland was in a corner with Hong Kong discussing something, while Lucia was running around now, pursued by America and Prussia. She looked like she was having fun. Germany was shouting something about order while Italy clung to his arm with a wide smile.

I know it isn't very long, but what do you think?