Soooo does anyone still use the name Czechia? I see Czech Republic being used officially... Of well, I used one name, better not change it for the final chapter.

The inside of the EU café is surprisingly quiet. Only Slovakia is there, cleaning the glasses at the bar. Serbia sits down and says hello.

"Hey there. What would it be?" Slovakia says with a smile.

Serbia seems drowsy. She yawns and adds: "Actually, I didn't come to drink. I came to give you this. Sorry I recked the other one." Serbia then gives him a dart board.

He looks at it a little confused. "Thanks, but you didn't have to bother. I have a truck load of them in the back. You would be surprised how many get smashed on a regular basis."

She raises her eyebrow. "Really?! By who?"

"By everyone. Some of the EU nations really go nuts after they had one too many."

"Oh..." she puffs out some air and mumbles to herself "How interesting. Can't read about that in the newspapers, can you?"

"Um... are you sure you don't want a drink? It's on the bar" Slovakia tries to sound slick.

Serbia doesn't need a lot to be persuaded. "Oh, well if you insist. A jug of coffee, please."

"Don't you mean..."

"I know what I said."

He leans back and starts pouring the water.

"Almost forgot" he says putting an ashtray near her seat.

"No need. You can put that away. I'm done smoking for today" she says clearing her thought.

Next scene: A jug covered in coffee residue is placed on the bar. The two are still chatting.

"So can you tell me what happened here after I left?" she asks.

"Well" Slovakia brings a shot glass he was cleaning to his face and turns the bottom towards the camera. We only see the bottom of the glass until The Netherlands brings it down from his face looking drunk as a mother.

He leans his hand on drowsy Macy's shoulder and yells joyfully: "This is really strong. You sure know how to make a good drink. You know, we can make some good business together, if you know what I mean..."

"Get away from her!" shouts Bulgaria intoxicated.

The Netherlands opponent was Romania. His face was calm. Without the slightest redness on his cheeks, he would silently take a shot and chug it. After that he would hide his arms into his cape. Too drunk to function, the Netherlands collapses with his head falling on Macy's shoulder.

The camera moves from the table to Czechia who is at the bar and seems unhappy. She got bored of her teammates pretty quickly. "This is not how I imagined my evening will end up" she says to someone.

"Seems like a regular evening to me" Slovakia answers before being interrupted by Bulgaria's shouting: "I'm serious man! Back off, she's my girl!" which was followed by Macy's: "Enough! I'm not your property! I can talk to whoever I want!"

"Okay, you may be right there" Slovakia corrects himself.

"That's not what I meant" Czechia says calmly but a menacing purplish shine begins to exude from her body. "Then what?" he continues cautiously.

"Well, let's see. It's almost closing time. Everyone around me is drinking and having a great time and I'm still sober!" she says the last part with an extremely irritated tone as her aura turns Russia purple.

"Oh, I see" he steps back shielding himself from her angry glow. Not losing eye-contact, he slides her a flaming shot glass which she drinks quickly and lightens up a bit.

Next scene: "Way the go Romania!" Bulgaria taps him on the shoulder. Romania still stays silent with his eyes closed. "Are you okay?" Bulgaria continues.

Romania's eyes suddenly become wide open. His face becomes demonic. He holds his cape uo dramatically as he shouts: "Oh course I am! I'm a vampire! See me flyyyyyyyyyyy!" He then quickly gets up and runs around before he hit his head on one of the pillars.

"That was pretty unexpected" drunk Greece speaks. "Does this means it's a tie?" The other's, who are still able to keep their heads up, look at him.

"I guess so. What are we going to do now?" Bulgaria says while picking Romania off the floor. We can see cartoon bats circulating around his hit head.

"Excuse me" someone behind them says. Everyone turns. It's Finland. He looks at them in silence for a while maintaining a respectable distance.

"Yeah, what do you want?" someone from the table mumbles.

Finland musters the courage to speak and starts: "I couldn't help but notice your competition. It seems fun. And I like the reward." He then stops and scratches his head embarrassed: "Could I maybe join in?"

"Well, we're kind of done" Macy says while pushing the unconscious Netherlands back into a straight position. Finland bows his head.

"Right. Too bad for all this liquor. We didn't even finish half of it" Greece joins in barely keeping his head up. Finland looks at the unopened bottles, thinks for a minute and then suggests: "How about this...if I drink all of that before closing time, would you allow me to participate?"

"If you drink all of that and stay conscious, you can pick the music every day of the week" Bulgaria snickers.

"Thanks, but one night is just fine" a shy smile is seen on Finland's face. He grabs the first bottle and drinks it instantaneously. Everyone opens their mouth in shock. The scene is interrupted by a strange noise. It's Serbia's message tone.

She reads the replies giggling. "Sounds like it was a blast. Now I'm sorry I missed it" she says and starts rubbing her eyes.

"Are you ok?" Slovakia asks.

"It seems I'm too sleepy to function. I'm weak and don't think I have enough strength to go back home."

"Oh. Do you want me to call someone?"

Serbia is still rubbing her eyes. After a big yawn she says: "No need. Just make me another coffee. I'm sure it will give me the energy I need." He happily obliges her.

Next scene: It's been a few hours. The bar is filled with cups and brown stains. Serbia has dark circles under her eyes and her hands shakes. It's obvious that the coffee isn't helping. Sleep-deprived, she slurs and says whatever is on her mind.

"...I mean really. My life is already hard as it is. The whole Kosovo thing. And, they're advancing, you know. You can see houses losing their front windows in more and more of my cities*. (*Albanians don't like others looking into their houses)

And everything because...Who do they think they are anyway..." she rambles her heart out. Slovakia is quietly listening while arranging the bottles. She continues: "For example, I've got this rash…"

"Rash? What kind of rash?" Slovakia stops what he's doing.

"Well, here, here, here and here" she points to her legs, stomach, arms etc. "It's funny, I had it ever since the last bombing, but it started acting up again recently...Do you think it's because of the..."

"I don't know how to politely say this but please change the subject!" Slovakia breaks out in nervous sweat.

"Right, sorry... I've probably bored you to tears with my wining. It was very hard to stop, you are such a good listener" she says. Slovakia is flattered and opens his mouth to say something right before Serbia starts again: "I mean really. How did you survive with such egomaniacs around you for so long?"

"Well...first of all it's important to see others as they really are rather than how they portray themselves. When you get passed all of the fancy words and pretenses, you get to the core of what everyone wants which is usually something basic. Food, safety, companionship etc. Once you figured it out, it's easier to negotiate and maybe even get something for yourself."

She nods and sets her tired head onto her shaking hand. "I'll have to remember that. Say Slovakia do you have some stronger coffee? I don't think this is working. My legs are still wobbly."

"I think you had enough. It's probably better to call someone to pick you up."

"Please, just one more. Then I can go" Serbia puts her palms together and then rests her head on them. Her eyes are half opened.

Slovakia scratches his head: "Alright, just one more". He then turns his back to her to pour the water. "Speaking of pretenses and reality, I must say, I don't really know that much about you. I would like to fix that, if possible. Maybe we could hang out more." A single sweat drop falls from his forehead. There is only silence. His retina becomes smaller as he turns to her.

Serbia's head is on her folded arms. She is sound asleep. Slovakia checks to see if she is really sleeping, makes a disappointed face and sighs.

Next scene: We see the bar's entrance. Really loud metal music is playing in the background. As the instrumental intro is reaching it's peak, Montenegro walks in, the exact moment the singer starts shrieking. Montenegro is confused by this. He pulls his sunglasses up and approaches the bar.

Next scene: The rest of the place is almost empty. Only one table is occupied by the Nordic States. We see Finland's face in total bliss. "This is nice" he says smiling. Finish metal music continues to play in the background.

"I agree. This is great" replies Norway, whose face is prominent in this scene. Then we see the heads of other Nordic Five nodding approvingly. The group sits quietly, sipping their drinks and listening to the music.

"Finland, can I ask you something?" Sweden asks.

"Okay"

"Why do you have an IV in your arm?" The camera then zooms out and we see the whole group with Finland in the middle, who is in a hospital gown, holding a metal IV holder.

"Oh, that...well, last night's binge took a lot out of me. I almost died."

"Oh..." Iceland adds.

"But that's okay. The doctor allowed me a 2-hour leave."

Everyone at the table becomes quiet again and their evening continues.

Next scene: At the bar. Montenegro stands. His head is barely the hight of the wooden bar.

"Are you the male voice how called from my little sister's phone" he says staring menacingly at Slovakia. Slovakia is confused: "Yes. Why are you staring at me like that?"

Montenegro keeps staring in silence. "Where is she?" he finally asks.

Slovakia feels uncomfortable. "In the back, I'll see if she's awake" he says moving to the door. "Stop" Montenegro raises his hand. Still staring menacingly, he adds: "What are your intentions with her?"

"What?!" Slovakia says god-smacked.

"Did you do something to her while she was out?"

"Are you serious?! Of course not. I would never!" Slovakia starts too panic, waving his arms frantically.

Montenegro frowns still staring. Slovakia's frightened eyes, Montenegro's angry eyes.

"I trust you. Besides, incapacitated or not, she would still rip your face off if you did."

Slovakia twitches.

"However, if you do try something… How much money do you plan to give me?"

The mid-European nation can't stand it anymore. Very quickly, he pours some liquor into a shot glass, flames it and chugs it in a matter of seconds. "Why on earth would I give you money?!" he says shocked.

"Well" Montenegro puts his arm on his chin "it's customary in our two nations for the groom to give money to the bride's brother when taking her away."

"How...barbaric" Slovakia utters. His face shows a mix of confusion and panic, which is very nicely emphasized by the music in the background.

"What's that racket?" Serbia's voice us heard. She comes out from the employee's room rubbing her eyes.

Montenegro grunts while Slovakia seems relieved. She comes to the bar and puffs aggressively at Montenegro. "Did you try to sell me off again?" she asks him calmly.

Montenegro sulks and crosses his hands in protest. "You always ruin everything" he says and moves towards the door.

Serbia shakes her head. She then turns to Slovakia: "Sorry about him. I'm not really blessed with a supportive family, you know."

"It's okay, really. I have some weird traditions myself" Slovakia says in a friendly way.

"You're probably having doubts about getting to know me after this, aren't you?" she says bluntly.

Slovakia almost chokes on air. "No, no. That's not true..." Serbia smiles. Montenegro screams: "ARE YOU COMING!"

"IN A MINUTE!" Serbia screams back. She turns to Slovakia again and waves goodbye. He does the same. In the end he is left alone in the bar with the Nordic Five still sitting at the table.

"This is nice" Finland repeats happy. "Yeah" says Denmark. Everyone else agrees by nodding.

Finally, it's DONE! Hope this didn't offend anyone. It is a silly anime fiction of an even sillier show so take it with a grain of salt. See ya!