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America, as it turned out, was not someone that should be drunk. As in ever. She'd for some reason, thought that there was a treasure map at the bottom of her beer, and stuck her finger in, trying to get it out.
That had led to Australia having to help her pull it out, which had her complaining, in a loud voice that sounded suspiciously like crying, about how they were hurting her.
When that hadn't worked, she'd smashed the bottle on the bar before shouting "Ta-Dah!"
She stole Denmark's hat and she followed Norway up and down the bar as he stealthily tried to get away from her. Denmark couldn't stop laughing, until he noticed that she'd cut her face at some point. Likely when she'd broken the bottle. America had slapped his hands away, snarling at him.
He threatened to take the hat back.
She'd quieted instantly.
Norway had tried to leave, but America had told him he couldn't possibly go and had chosen to sit in his lap.
It caused the nation to blush to the roots of his hair. Denmark had been highly amused by the turn of events. He prodded fun at Norway, who had pushed America off him abruptly. She had then started to wail that Norway hated her. He'd felt torn between saying he did, and begging her to stop, because people were staring.
Australia had shushed her and tried to look at her cut, which was still bleeding steadily.
"It looks deep," He'd told her. "We're going to have to stitch it."
"I hate needles," she pouted. Turning beseeching eyes to the Netherlands. "Don't let him poke me!"
She scrambled to her feet and latched onto the taller nation as if he were a life line.
"America," Australia said with a laugh, "it's just a couple stitches."
"No!" She'd insisted stubbornly. "Get 'em Holland!" She slurred out, trying to practically bury herself in his coat.
The Netherlands enjoyed this turn of events, he'd just take America back to his hotel room. Take care of her injury, charge her for it in the morning plus the use of his room. Then, go into detail of how she'd begged him to save her, so logically she subconsciously wanted to accept his proposal.
Denmark however, that bastard, seemed to know what he was thinking.
"America, come give me a hug!" The jovial nation commanded happily.
The blonde female nation perked up with a bright smile.
"Sssh'Ure!" She said, stumbling away toward Denmark.
He wrapped her in a tight hug, nuzzling her hair. "Okay Australia, go get the first aid kit."
"What?" America said, after a few moments, her responses slowed greatly. "You deceiver!" She started to thrash.
It surprised him that he couldn't hold her. She lurched herself out of his arms and pointed a finger at him.
"LIAR! YOUR HUGS ARE POISIONOUS LIES!" She shouted in a voice that reminded him vaguely of a battle cry.
Then her face twisted up into a mischievous smile. She waggled a finger at them. America giggled before grabbing her phone.
"I'm telling." She said.
"Who?" Australia asked in confusion. "About what?"
The Netherlands used the distraction to his advantage to ask the man at the bar for a first aid kit. He then turned back to America.
"Why don't we go watch movies at my hotel room?" He offered congenially.
Her blue eyes widened and sparkled with joy. "Really?!" Her voice was louder than necessary.
"Yes," he answered stoically.
America bounced up and down happily. "Ssh'ure dude! Holland, you're ama..smasf... amazing!"
Denmark grinned. "Great! I'll come too."
"You weren't invited," The Netherlands snapped at him.
"And yet, I'm coming anyway." The jovial nation ruffled America's hair.
"Hey, hey! Hands off Nantucket. " She grumped, Denmark thought it was adorable. He cooed at her.
She blushed.
Australia looked between the three and had the feeling he'd better come with, just to make sure this didn't turn into some crazy European sex thing. He'd heard about America's tastes for German and Italian...sausage. He didn't want her taking part in another sandwich while in his country. Hell, he didn't think America would even know what was going on until she was in the middle of it.
He nearly blushed at the mental image.
"Yeah, I'll make sure she's okay too."
Norway tagged along the whole way back the hotel, trying to keep America from showing them that she could 'fly' way cooler than Superman. She kept playing with his hair too, which was highly annoying. She kept mentioning that he had such a pretty shade and it was so silky.
Yes, he was a man with nice hair, he got it.
Part of the way into the trip he had to hand her to Denmark, who carried her, because she was getting close to falling asleep. The Netherlands insisted that Denmark give her over to him, because Denmark had more to drink than anyone other than America.
Which had prompted Denmark to taunt the Netherlands about America preferred being held by him. However, he had very nearly dropped her, so Australia had demanded they knock it off.
"Just give America to The Netherlands, and both of you shut your mouths," The southern hemisphere country shouted. He was very glad and very upset that he tagged along.
They definitely would have tried to pull something with America if he hadn't kept an eye for her. He still wasn't sure about Norway, though.
The Netherlands had all but snatched the female nation from Denmark, who made a face at him. America was sleepily singing 'This Land is Your Land.' However, it was very hard to make out her words and half the time it sounded off key. While her head nodded in time with The Netherlands steps.
When they had at last, managed to make it to the hotel and get inside. She'd been sound asleep. Her cut was still bleeding, and it had smeared all over the Netherland's coat. An equal stain, though hardly notable on Denmark's black coat, had already dried.
He had half a mind to charge her for it too.
He gently laid America down, and went to get a washcloth from the rest room. When he came back Denmark was rousing the female nation.
"Wake up little one!" He said happily. "Let's treat that nasty cut, okay?"
She grumbled at him, grabbing his hand and holding it.
The Netherlands stared in amazement as Denmark blushed.
"You're blushing," Norway pointed out.
"I am not!" Denmark said hotly.
"You are mate," Australia said with amusement. "America! Wake your lazy ass up!"
"Fuck off!" She groaned.
"No. Now get up."
She tried to roll, and nearly took Denmark with her.
"Little one, if you wanted to get me into bed, all you had to do was ask." Denmark flirted with a wink.
Norway smacked him.
Her blue eyes opened, and she stared at them for a moment, unblinking. Then she started to giggle.
"Come on. Sit up," Australia said shaking her shoulder.
America in an uncoordinated attempt, managed to sit. Still holding Denmark's hand as she played with his fingers.
"Uh..." He started to say, however she kept giggling.
"Let her, it will keep her distracted." Norway said with a shrug.
The Netherlands got out the stitch kit, and wiped away the excess blood. He took an alcohol swab and tried to clean the area.
Then things went horribly wrong. At the sting, America became more alert. Her eyes widened and she hissed. She dropped Denmark's hand and grabbed the cut.
"Fuck!" She snarled, glaring at the Netherlands. Then she saw the needle lying on the bed next to her. "Fuck you."
"America, we need to do this," Australia tried to reason.
"Oh you can suck my Georgia Peach!" She snapped, rushing into the bathroom. She slammed the door and locked it tightly behind her.
The Four men looked between themselves trying to figure out what in the world she meant by that. What could a peach have to...
Their eyes widened and three of the four flushed brightly. The last just started laughing as if what she'd said were hysterical. Well, that was one way to find out where the state was.
They stilled hearing her, muttering to herself.
"What are you doing?" The Netherlands demanded.
"Calling Germany!"
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They'd been forced to kick down the door to try and get her out before she'd gotten a hold of Germany, However it had been too late. They had to sit on her to get the first stitch going. However, she'd been able to throw them off, and shoved Norway. It had taken all four of them to hold her down after she broke the mirror trying to get the needle out of her cut, so that Australia couldn't continue.
She'd had a death grip on her phone, and held them off with only one hand while she screamed at Germany to save her from them. They'd tried to reason with her, but she became so distracted that they were able to get the second stitch done while she was so focused on yelling at them. Finally, they'd had to wrestle the phone away from her just to finish without harming her more.
She was certainly a little hell cat when she wanted to be. The Netherlands tried very hard not to think of it the wrong way. He failed.
Denmark, good hearted country that he was, had tried to tell Germany what was going on so that he wouldn't be concerned about a drunk America calling him out of the blue.
However, when Norway had tried to put a bandage over America's stitches, she'd started crying that he was hurting her on purpose. Which had upset the shy blonde male nation, and taken his attention away from speaking with Germany.
He'd tried to comfort her, and she'd then wailed and started beating Australia. Who'd found it a little amusing until The Netherlands reminded her they would watch movies. That had her chatting happily again while she bounced out of the room and onto the bed.
She'd giggled and patted the bed, beckoning them to come sit with her.
During a slow part, America argued with the air for five minutes.
"What are you doing?" Norway asked in confusion.
"Yelling at the troll!" She said in a tone that sated he should be able to see it.
Well, he did, but he wasn't certain how she did. Maybe she'd inherited some abilities when she was completely wasted? He'd then been forced to keep her from trying to take off her clothes because it was too 'hot' in the room.
Much to the displeasure of Denmark.
The Netherlands gave her a spare shirt of his, and shoved her in the bathtub, pulling the curtain around her because they'd broken the door to keep her from calling Germany.
Strange that they hadn't heard from him.
It had taken three hours for her to calm down again. Then it was far too early in the morning to do much except fall asleep. America had fallen asleep between The Netherlands and Denmark. The other nations were exhausted, and they too succumbed to slumber, all except Australia that kept remarking how much America reminded him of a younger him.
In the morning, she cracked an eye open and found herself stuck with two sets of arms over her stomach. She blinked, the light was screaming at her. Her head hurt, and she whimpered. She moved to sit up, trying not to disturb the others. She nearly stepped on Norway, who was asleep on the floor.
She barely was able to lift her head without wanting to vomit. She moved slowly toward the bathroom to see a bloody washcloth, a broken mirror, a broken door, wearing a strange shirt, and a her head was throbbing. She glanced back at the male nations with a confused look. All of them were passed out still in their clothes.
Her blue eyes showed her confusion.
"Da fuck I do last night?"