The Hero's Downfall

by DrunkenFishDip

Payton and her friends aren't really big fans of celebrities, or countries but suddenly, when dragged into the fame world, they find themselves liking them more than they should, but fate hands these girls a card they never wanted and soon all counties are thinking the same thing. How is a new country born?

11. Chapter 11

'Did Charlotte tell you?' Rachel began on the plane. 'She only told me yesterday so I doubt it but... You do know the wedding is Russian so it's traditional to last 2 days to a week... Ivan being Russia it's going to be a week celebration.'

'Oh, that might've been nice to know early on.' I sighed, pulling up the dress around my chest area.

'It's fine but Ivan and Charlotte have decided to drop a few, and not tell Charlotte parents as they're the reason why...' Rachel giggled. 'The ransom one, I would've wanted to see that, Ivan would've had to pay millions to get them to agree.'

'So... A traditional Russian wedding... Charlotte!' I called. 'What happens at a Russian wedding?!'

Charlotte, who'd been sitting at the back room of the plane till now, stepped through slowly, holding her dress up above her knees, Ashleigh and Pippa at her arms.

'The two ceremonies represent are single ceremony in England.' She whimpered, I presume she's got pre-marriage jitters. 'The betrothal is the same as our engagement party but straight after that is the "crowning" which is pretty much the same as our marriage ceremony but the most important part is saved for the civil ceremony which is actually the first one you guys will be attending today.'

'Why on earth are we coming so soon then?' I laughed. 'Why are we in a rush?'

'I need all my friends there.' She whispered. 'Plus you'll be there for the "touring of the city" today. Then the reception which will be the long part and the fun part.'

'Brill.' I giggled. 'Well... Now we wait, does it matter if I nap for a bit?'

Charlotte suddenly glared at me. 'Yes of course it matters!'

'I was joking.' I squealed and sprinted out, into the back room where all the males were.

'Trouble in paradise, love?' Arthur grinned as soon as I came through.

'Just made a joke, she gave me a scary look which would even scare Russia himself.' I whimpered. 'Plus, you're girlfriend told me we get to be drunk for an entire week.'

Alfred laughed as he stepped towards me, a steaming cup of coffee in his fingers. 'I doubt many Russians remember their weddings, Charlotte and Ivan the vodka lovers wont be much different so don't worry, as soon as we get there, Mother Russia will feel like a flute.'

I looked to him and frowned as he draped an arm over my shoulder. 'A flute? Really?'

I grabbed at the coffee and peeled his arm away as I smirked at him, taking a large gulp of the drink as Alfred gasped at me, a horrified expression plastered to his gorgeous face... crap, I need to ease up on those thoughts, even if they are in my head.

'Now that you stole my drink I'm not going to tell you my totally awesome plan that I came up with to make this the most AWESOME wedding ever... Well aside from my own but that's a conversation for a later-'

'Just get on with it, would you America?' Arthur groaned and sat down on the planes plush seats in the corner, at this moment Rachel strolled in a massive grin on her face and winked at me before sitting down gently on Arthur's lap.

'Oh my gosh!' I giggled instantly, understanding the wink. 'What did you say to her?'

'I said and I quote "char'otte, can we stop off and get two large medium pizzas?" and she was livid, her face went purple.' Rachel laughed, holding her stomach as she snorted in laughter.

'Oh my gosh! You, Rachel, are a legend!' I laughed. 'That's just totally awesome!'

'Dudes!' America suddenly whined. 'Don't you want to hear about my totally awesome plan I just thought up all on my own?'

Rachel smile vanished and she looked to her, before snickering horribly. 'The two of you are like twins aren't you?'

'Shut up.' I mumbled. 'Go ahead, Alfred, what's your plan?'

'My totally awesome plan-' Alfred made sure to give me a pointed look (arse) before continuing. 'will as always be called Plan Alpha, like Alpha dog, WOOF! and-'

'You do that every time.' Arthur groaned and stuck his head in the crook of Rachel's shoulder. 'It's not funny anymore.'

I didn't want to point out that I was quite close to giggling myself...

'Anyway, my idea is that we all get totally wasted... Like now.'

'No!' Rachel screamed. 'I don't want to ruin Charlotte's big day, we should at least wait till the tour of the city, I think we'd all need a drink then.'

'Well... I want a drink, I'm not a light weight so a simple shot shouldn't shoot me off a rocket like it would you two.' Alfred pointed at Rachel and Arthur snickering. 'It'll just give me the energy I need to be sat outside in the waiting room as only a select few and the witnesses go to the important part of the wedding and crap.'

'Alfred.' I sighed. 'This is Charlotte's day and I bet on my life's saving (i.e £3 but I won't be sharing that) that if you so much as cough at the wrong moment Charlotte will sling you out by your ear.'

Alfred groaned. 'Just a little drink, Payton, come on, you can look after me and keep me in place if I do go a little hay wire.'

'No.' I growled. 'We're not even creating a small risk of the wedding being ruined.'

'Payton, now that you've said that, you just jinxed it, it's going to happen now.' Rachel sighed. 'Fine, Alfred get me a SMALL G&T and I mean small, just a gulp full so I'm extra smiley.'

Alfred giggled like a school girl as he charged away. 'I'll get you the same, mister grumpy pants.'

'Why is he such a child?' Arthur groaned.

'I would say you did your best, but then again, I think New Zealand, Australia and Sealand would be pissed at me.'

'You'd still be correct, out of all of them America is-'

'YOU BETTER NOT BE PICKING FAVOURITES OUT OF YOUR CHILDREN!' I screamed.

Arthur and Rachel turned to me and suddenly burst out laughing, probably at my horrified facial expression, you can't pick favourite even if biological America, New zealand and all the others aren't truly his "children" they're more like younger siblings that he brought up cause their parents are selfish pricks (I'm just brainstorming!) so it's his duty to look after the little darlings.

I actually met New Zealand last week as she's supplying Russia with a load of stuff as she actually likes him (Alone? Maybe) and hopes for all the best, shes a sweet girl, she's only young though, looks about 16/17... Hmm...

'You need to lighten up, Payton. What happened when you came in here? Did charlotte bite you on the arse before you left?' Rachel wiped away a tear of joy as I took another large lip of coffee.

'ALFRED!' I snarled behind me. 'BRING ME SOMETHING STRONG IN A BOTTLE! A BIG BOTTLE!'

I turned to Rachel who by now had paled. 'What are you doing?'

'I'm having a little drink so I'm smiley, I'm not a light weight so I won't be off my rocket like the two of you will.' I repeated America's words from earlier.

'Don't, Payton.' Rachel grumbled. 'Don't ruin charlottes wedding.'

'I'm not going to.' I giggled. 'You know me, all I ever do is make a good partay, plus if I do get out of hand I have dear USA to look after meh.'

'What am I looking after?' Alfred strolled in, holding 4 glasses and a bottle of something. 'I can hardly take care of a peace lily.'

'Or yourself, since after the war I heard you were greatly depressed.' Rachel smirked, clever her history Gcse was good for something.

'I was indeed.' Alfred mumbled. 'But war saved me, you see children, war isn't always bad and-'

'Who are you talking to?' I frowned at Alfred who had randomly turned to a point across the room, pointing at it and was smiling... Smiling very wierdly.

'Alrighty then.' Rachel gulped. 'What did you bring to drink?'

'You know the old saying, while in rome, well I thought the same rule applies here... While in Russia, do what the Russians do so we're shoting. Vodka shots.'

'Oh balls.' Rachel and I grumbled.

Alfred grinned and placed all the stuff on the floor, to be honest I wasn't even sure where he got all the stuff, does this plane have a kitchen? Or more importantly, a bar?

'Whoever can drink the least has to pay for the winners tab for the entire week.'

'That's not fair, America!' Rachel gasped. 'We can't get full on drunk or we're spoil the wedding.'

'What wrong with a little fun? Besides, you'll be sober enough by the time of the civil thingie majiggie.'

'Have you already shot some?' I frowned at him.

'Fine, I'll drink 2 unless someone beats my number.' Arthur sighed. 'I'm not spoiling a wedding just to win a stupid bet that doesn't affect me if I loose.'

'I'll drink... 4 unless someone outbids me.' Rachel sighed, I knew that would be hard for her but she couldn't loose, with the little job she has as she waits to finish college it won't cover the tab for the week.

'8.' Alfred snickered.

'9.' I growled.

'10.' Alfred laughed.

'11.' How much higher could I go? I couldn't have Alfred win, that would be total baloney, I'm a competitve bitch, but am I selfish enough to let my competitiveness ruin a good friends wedding?

'12.' Alfred chuckled.

'13.' Stop, I'll stop at my lucky number, the last time I see before something good happens in my life.

'On your way then.' Aflred laughed. 'I'd like to see you go 13, the most unlucky number on this planet.'

Not for me... But 13 shots, Rachel gets tipsy at 1 and drunk at 3, I get tipsy at 5... crap, 13 is going to kill charlotte.

'I-'

'A bets a bet, Payton.' America smirked. 'We all have to down our shots now, and since I have no need to be so high, I'll lower down to 3.'

'I'll go down to 2.' Rachel gulped.

'I'll stay at 2.' Arthur sighed. 'Payton... Will you lower your num-'

'She can't!' Alfred laughed. 'Shes a winner at 13.'

'Sadly, the rules bend for everyone not just you, Alfred.' I snarled. 'This is a pathetic game, if its that fucking ridiculous I'll pay for Rachel's tab when she takes her first and only shot. Done. capput. Avior.'

I stomped out the room like a stupid little child till I reached the tiny bathroom at the end of the plane, it was tiny, smaller than my wardrobe and I struggled to fit my entire body in as I closed the door and sat down on the closed lid of the seat.

'Payton.' A voice instantly called. 'It was a joke! come on, we're all having one shot, that's it, come drink with us.'

Why did it have to be an angels voice calling me? Why couldn't they get Germanys voice for America, that would be so much funnier when watching Alfred say speeches before, after and during every election.

"HE VEARS MY UNDER VEAR!" He would say as he would point a very accusing finger at Mark Romney.

But... As I know nothing of American politics maybe Alfred would just point his finger to everyone rather than just a guy whos running for president alongside Borack Obama.

Everyone vears his undervear!

I snickered gently to myself as louder tapping came at the door.

'Dude! Dude! Are you alive in there?!'

'I'm not a dude!' I hissed. 'Go away, Alfred.'

'Aww, come on, at least let your best buddie in to talk to you.'

'Fine go get Rachel and I will.'

'Ouch, Payton, really ouch, I thought we were closer than this.' He sighed. 'I guess not, maybe I'll just have to eat this hamburger myself.'

Hambur- No! No Payton! Don't fall for his tricks.

'Charlotte knew we were all staving so stopped off at the Suisse's place and we stole his cow.'

'What the F%^&?' I hissed. 'Seriously? Go away! I'm not hungry just piss off, America.'

'Oh... So we're back to stage names I see... Well Diamond I see no choice but to say our friendship is officially over, no more pony show for you!' He snapped. 'This totally sucks!'

I heard his feet as he stomped away, and judging by the distance I think he went to the other room of the plane, good thing too.

I sighed and slowly opened the door and stepped out, Arthur and Rachel stared at me, smirking.

'What you so happy about?' I grumbled, not really in the mood for a fun time anymore.

'You two are no longer friend-zoned.' Rachel squealed. 'I'm so hapoy for you.'

'Just give me the vodka bottle.' I sighed as I walked towards them, Rachel handed it up and I grabbed the top of the bottle in my mouth and began to take long large gulps, the acid like drink burning down my throat, water built up around my eyes as I pulled away the bottle, half the content gone.

'Jesus Payton, so much for not being drunk.'

'Sip it.' I growled to the two of them.

'Why?' They repeated in sync.

'A bets a bet. The loser pays for the winner, I see a winner now I need my loser.'

The two sighed and reluctantly gulped a large mouthful of the vodka, making them equal in joint 2nd, but America is last and is paying for my f-king tab.

Arsehole... I'm not even mad at him, I just want to make him know just what kind of girl I truly am.