Hetalia Party: Yellow!
You glanced up at the ceiling, watching small, colorful lights bounce around like over-excited lightning bugs emitting from the disco globe. The music was blaring and the rooms were chock-full of people and nations, either dancing, talking, or at the refreshments table. Everywhere you looked there was yet another group of talkers or dancers, staying in packs of people you would normally find in a high school.
"Come on, _! The beer is waiting!" Gilbert called, returning your attention to him. You silently wondered why he dragged you here, a bit suspicious of his actions.
"I'm coming!" You called back quickly, realizing your thoughts had made you hesitate. You caught up to him, and walked alongside the German, laughing as he staggered a bit from his previous drinks coursing through him. "Maybe you should lay off the drinks for a bit, Gilbert. You're beginning to stumble and slur your words."
"No, I'm fine. The beer is worth it!" He said, glancing down at you as he talked. You sighed, and shook your head. He was absolutely addicted to beer, and no one could help it.
The two of you made your way to the bar silently, listening to the blaring music and avoiding being trampled on the dance floor. The bar slowly came into view, and Prussia immediately spotted his brother. "West!"
"Oh boy." You mumbled. Just what he needed, a drinking buddy...
"Hello Gilbert, _." Germany said, setting his drink down and facing you. His words were much less slurred than Gilbert's. Meaning he hadn't been here long.
"Hi Ludwig!" You chirped, smiling cheerily.
"West, you're buying me beer."
"I will do no such thing."
You watched as the brothers quarreled, silently laughing. It amused you that Gilbert could annoy Ludwig so easily. That is family, I guess.
"_, there are games in the next rooms. I was about to go join in on one. Would you like to... uh... join me? You glanced up at Germany, seeing his cheeks a bit pink. You laughed silently and agreed.
"Sounds like fun! Which rooms and what games?" You asked, ignoring Prussia trying to get your attention for a beer.
"Well, there's spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven, twister, and a few more I believe." He replied, cheeks becoming a bit more… pink.
"Oh, seven minutes in heaven is fun!" You said, laughing and feeling your cheeks light up. "Can we try that one first?"
"Of cours!" He said, turning slightly and pointing to a door down the hall. "It's that way I believe." The two of you walked, side by side, to the room. Prussia, of course, tagged along. He seemed to like proving he was the best at anything and everything.
You opened the door, and saw America standing on the other side, a bit shocked. "Sorry Alfred, I didn't mean to scare you." You said, laughing.
"It's alright dude! Hey, write down a color on a small slip of paper and drop it in the bucket! Hey guys, we totally have enough people to play now!" He yelled to the group, laughing. Several people cheered and laughed, seeing the three of you walk in.
You wrote down a color, purple to be exact, and dropped your slip of paper in the bucket. You waited for the brothers to drop their paper in before taking a seat in the rather small circle. Once again, you ended up in the middle.
"Alright dudes, I have a new rule! If you draw two slips of paper, both of the people go in the closet with you!" America called, a huge grin plastered on his face. "Who wants to draw first?"
You sighed as Prussia shot up, yelling about going first since he was clearly the best. America walked to the German and let him draw. Gilbert pulled out two slips, making you shake your head. Of course he would do that on purpose...
"Yellow and... Purple!" He slurred.
'Great...' you thought, standing up. To your surprise, Ludwig stood up about the same time you had. "All three of us?" Catcalls and whistles were heard throughout the room, making you blush and a bit irritated.
"Awwe, don't feel so bad _. You have me to talk to!" Gilbert said, grinning drunkenly.
You glowered as you walked to the small closet. It almost didn't allow all three of you inside. "Seven minutes begins when the door clicks shut." America said, grinning at you three. The door shut, and you were engulfed in darkness.
"_, are you alright?" Ludwig's voice made its way to your ears, almost a whisper.
"Of course she is! She's with me!" Gilbert said, as you felt an arm go around your shoulders.
"Gilbert, you're making me feel claustrophobic." You said, glancing up at where you thought he would be standing.
"Gilbert, let her go..."
"Don't be jealous, West!"
"Gilbert, please let me go."
He wrapped his arm tighter, then ruffled your hair. "Don't be like that!"
Suddenly, his arm was away from you, and a thud was heard as Gilbert hit the floor. "Don't touch her, you arshlouch!"
"Damn West, that hurt..."
You laughed silently.
**outside the closet**
Words were being heard from the outside of the door, but they weren't anything more than a mumble. Shortly after, there was a loud thud, and several people glanced at one another. We all knew how the brothers fought sometimes. Maybe...
"Open the bloody door before someone is killed!"
"Let them have their fun, Britain." France retorted in his odd guffaw.
**inside the closet**
"Ludwig, was that necessary?" You asked between laughs.
"He's drunk... He wouldn't have listened to threats." he replied, suddenly standing right beside you.
"And you're sober?"
He stayed silent a moment before answering. "Almost, I had only had two beers when you arrived."
"And you never drink when I'm around..." You concluded his thoughts. "Why not?"
"I have no reason to. Italy drives me crazy, so I drink, but you are calm and serene, the opposite of him. I prefer calmer people."
You blushed a bit at his comment, then laughed. "I like it when you're sober."
"Would you mind-" His sentence was cut off as the door opened and blinded you with light filling the room, revealing a batch of curious people. You, Ludwig, and an angered Gilbert walked out of the closet, ignoring the laughs that filled the room.
You took your seat beside Ludwig, and watched Gilbert leave the room. As everyone else returned to their respectful spots, you leaned over to Ludwig. "You were saying?"
"Oh, yes. Would you mind coming over for dinner tomorrow?" He asked, a small smile appearing on his face.
"Sure!" You replied, then turned back to watch the rest of the group draw slips of paper. You were looking forward to the next evening.