Drinking And Singing Don't Mix. (Chapter Eleven)
I realized something at around 12:30. When you give anyone who doesn't drink hard alcohol vodka, they get funny. Case in point, Germany. He drank four shots in 10 minutes. And he's totally wasted. "How are you this drunk, Germany?" I asked him, sipping another vodka and coke. "Whhaaaat? I'm not drunk!" he yelled, half falling off the chair. I laughed softly, "Yeah… suuure you aren't. Gravity's just much stronger over there." He stood up, wobbling slightly, "Yeah! It is!" I shook my head, sipping a bit more of my drink.
A few more people had begun trickling into the bar. America, England, Spain, Canada, Romano, China, Poland, and Japan. "Yo! The hero is here!" America shouted out, happily walking over to France. "Gimme a beer." France stuck a glass under the tap and drew a beer for him. "Here you go, sweetheart." America took the beer, looking at France strangely. "Like, I want a drink too! Like maybe some Sobeieski?" Poland shouted happily. Everyone else placed drink orders, everything from beer to tequila. I finished my drink, debated for a moment, decided I didn't want another one, and watched everyone get their drinks.
I leaned back against the booth and yawned. It was getting late… "So how many did you drink?" I looked over, "24. Why?" Prussia hit the table, "Ha! I drank 25! I win!" I smiled, "Oh? But I just finished another one." I held up the empty cup. "Forgot to count this one. That means… I drank 25 as well." He leaned back, "Verdammt! Fine… I still beat you." I laughed, started to answer, but Germany decided to choose that moment to jump up and shout, "KAREOKE!" I shook my head, "No way in hell am I singing. Is he always like this?" Prussia nodded, laughing.
"Like oh my god! Liet and I like totally want to sing!" Poland said, grabbing Lithuania's arm. Germany grabbed a microphone from nowhere and handed it to Poland. "Ok so like, we're going to sing!" "P-Poland I really don't want to…" Lithuania responded softly. "What do you mean Liet? This is gonna be like so amazing!" Poland said, taking the microphone. "Oh, this will be lovely, da!" Russia said happily, sitting down next to me again. I leaned my head onto his shoulder, "This is either going to be hilarious or terrible…" Poland turned the microphone on, briefly testing it. "Ok! So like, me and Liet are like totally going to sing a fabulous duet!" Lithuania looked around at everyone, pleading with his eyes.
France flipped on the karaoke machine and selected a song. "Ok you two! Go ahead," he said, eyes sparkling. "F-France! You're not helping!" Lithuania half shouted. "Oh just go on Lithuania! You sing all the time at home!" I shouted out happily. He stared at me, "Romania! You're so mean!" I shrugged. "See Liet! Like we should totally sing!" Lithuania threw another pleading glance around the room and, realizing he had no support, gave in.
Poland sang three songs, happily hugging Lithuania through all of them. "Poland, I'm tired," Lithuania whined after the third song. "But like we only sang three!" Lithuania sighed, "Please? We can sing later…" Poland walked over to our table, picking his drink up, "Aw, Liet! We have to sing more!" Lithuania sat down next to Prussia, picking his own drink up. "Let me finish this?" he asked, holding his drink up.
Poland nodded, drinking a bit of his Sobeieski. "What's that, Poland? It smells like vodka," I said, interested. He tilted the cup towards himself, "Like it is. Polish vodka is like the best." I picked up my cup, remembered it was empty, and said, "Hey France! Another one please?" He glided over, placed another drink down, and blew me a kiss. "Of course, belle," he said, flirting with me. "Thanks, France," I said, paying it no mind. Prussia glared at him and I remembered the whole "dating" thing. France sauntered away, happily giving other people more drinks.
Lithuania finished his drink, put it down, and Poland dragged him up to the stage again. "Like yay! Liet and I are going to like totally sing!" "Oh, you two wankers need to get a room!" England shouted at them. "Oh this is so much fun," I said happily. There are some advantages to being the only one who isn't completely wasted. "It is fun, da?" Russia said with one of those childlike smiles. I still couldn't figure out why people were afraid of him… Since Poland had drunk two more vodkas before Lithuania finished, he was a little…. intoxicated. "So like! We're totally going to be an epic singing duet." Wolf whistles, cheers, clapping. I looked over to where everyone was looking.
Germany was up on the table, singing. "How much did he drink France?" France shrugged, "I think he said something about not letting you outdrink him? So probably however much you drank." I laughed, leaning back again. "I'm a Barbie girl!" Germany half sang, half hiccupped. I started laughing, "Man everyone's wasted huh?" Russia smiled, "Of course. These people never drink, da?"
Poland started singing with Germany and Lithuania joined in. "Well, that's my cue to go home. I hate drunk singing." I stood up, maneuvering my way through the countries. I got out the door, cool air hitting my face. I bit the inside of my lip, sitting down on the bench outside. "Alexandreina? You ok?" I looked up and smiled, "Yeah I'm fine. Why?" Prussia sat down next to me, "You kinda bolted out of there." I shrugged, "Well, it's hot in there. And I'm getting a bit tired." I brushed hair out of my eyes, yawning slightly. "You look nice today. It's pretty awesome to see you out of your uniform." I smiled, "I only wear that to the meetings. It's just easier I guess." It was a bit strange to hear him compliment me, but it was a nice change.
I quietly placed my head on his shoulder, "I'm so tired. I drank a lot, ja?" Vodka had this effect on me. I get really tired, not crazy, not totally flirty, just tired. "You did drink a lot. It was pretty awesome," he answered, not fazed at all. I yawned again, "Mm… do you know what time it is?" He nodded, "Yeah. It's almost one." I closed my eyes, "Really? Wow, it got late, fast." Lithuania came running out, "Romania~ We're going home!" I opened my eyes back up, "Oh? Then where, pray tell, is fratele mai mare? (older brother)" "Russia? He's not coming. He wanted to stay and he had a video camera." I stood up, softly asking, "Well… then that means he'll stay till closing?" Lithuania nodded, "Probably! But let's go home!" He grabbed my arm. "Oh wait. Do you want to come too, Prussia? I doubt that it's real safe to be in the same place as Germany tonight…" He shrugged, "Sure I guess. Can't stay away from the awesome me?" I rolled my eyes, "No. I just don't think that… it's safe is all!" I hesitated a little bit. Was this really a good idea?
(Author's Note) Hi guys! I don't think this will end well… Heehee! So reviews pwease? Or I will call Russia. Kolkolkolkolkolkol.
