"Alright! Let the non-nations meeting begin!" London said. "This is a meeting for capitals, cities and tiny countries. Micronations and dissolved nations are welcome to throw in their opinions as well! The topic: Bring the World Back Together!"
"That's reasonable," Amsterdam murmured.
"When you say 'bring the world' back together, does that include, well, putting in back to normal?" Budapest asked.
"Of course!" Vienna snorted.
"But what's this meeting for? We can't do anything!" Canberra sulked.
"But wait," Ottawa murmured quietly.
Sensing the plummeting atmosphere, Washington sighed. "Perhaps it's a good idea to leave this to the nations."
"And get ignored? Not happening!" Prussia, who was miffed that he was thrown in the 'non-nation' category, retorted.
"Well, there are a lot more non-nations who are being ignored," Bern commented. "By the way, I wonder how Berlin is doing outside? I wonder if he's gotten hold of a non-nation…"
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" London called.
"You would not believe this!" Berlin exclaimed.
"What? West Berlin got reincarnated?" Vienna muttered.
Seeing Berlin twitch irritably, Budapest cleared his throat. "So what did you see?"
Before Berlin could say anything, suddenly, a redheaded male with shoulder-length hair pulled back into a small ponytail burst into the room.
"London! Ah demand ae rematch!" the redhead snapped.
"Please, Edinburgh, you'll never be the capital of the United Kingdom," London sighed.
"See! I told you!" another male with brown hair and large green eyes said. He was wearing a dark green hoodie and jeans. "You can never be the capital of the United Kingdom! I'm more suited to be the capital, of course."
The corner of London's mouth twitched. "Why, you…"
"You two shut up!" a third male with dirty blonde hair stepped in. "You two can never be the capital of the United Kingdom!"
London smiled. "Thank you, Cardiff. I knew…"
"I am!"
London nearly sprang forward in rage but Catalan and Washington had to hold him back.
"Who are those?" Ottawa enquired.
"If the redhead's Edinburgh, that must be Belfast and Cardiff respectively," Brussels said. "They're the capitals of Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales."
"No wonder," Rome murmured.
Just then, a teenager with sandy-blonde hair and dark eyes walked in. He was dressed in a jacket that hugged his slightly lanky frame and Bermudas. On his head was a navy beret.
"I bet someone forgot about me…" he murmured.
"Welcome in, Geneva," Bern said.
"Huh! And I bet no one even remembers me!" another man stepped in. He looked around 20, with messy dark brown hair and piercing green eyes. He was wearing a sleeveless jacket over a tank top and ripped jeans. There was a long scar encircling his wrist.
"Uh…" Berlin said. "You said you were…"
"Still am!" the man interrupted.
"…a German kingdom," Berlin said. "Um… Bruder?"
"I would have known that cocky attitude anywhere!" Prussia commented huffily. "If it isn't Bavaria, it's you, Hanover! The only other former kingdom that's alive!"
"Nassau is still breathing somewhere in Germany," Hanover muttered.
"So it's Edinburgh, Belfast, Cardiff, Geneva and Hanover," Washington said. "That's it?"
"The good old times, isn't it?" Salerno said, grinning.
"We used to be great kingdoms," Venice said. "And now we're happy being states."
"That's right," Tuscany said.
"You sure?" Senarica said icily.
"Oh yeah…" the other Italian states trailed off. They knew Senarica used to be an independent republic, but now the Senarica everyone knows is the small village in Italy. That crushed Senarica's pride, A LOT.
"Hey! Hi, everyone!" another male entered the room. He had deep auburn hair and was dressed quite trendily in a black button-down shirt and skinny jeans. He was wearing red armbands and had an intricate necklace with his coat of arms as a pendent. "Don't tell me you forgot me as well!"
"Württemberg?" Hanover exclaimed.
"Once the Kingdom of Württemberg, now just a state," Württemberg shrugged. He grinned. "Name's Jan! Nice to meet all of you!"
"He's just being a show-off because Albert Einstein was born there," Hanover rolled his eyes.
"Baden! Bring in the alcohol!" Württemberg called.
"I can't believe I got married to such an idiot!" a female voice yelled. "Get it yourself!"
"Fine…" Württemberg pouted as he went out. A girl with long blonde hair tied in two bunches stepped in.
"I'm Baden," she said simply. "It's nice to meet all of you."
"Baden? Hi!" Berlin said cheerily. "Nice to see you again!"
"I got the alcohol!" Württemberg announced as he hauled in three whole cooler boxes. He used his foot to shut the door behind him.
"You know we can't drink in a hotel!" Madrid exclaimed, but Württemberg was already distributing bottles.
"Shots anybody?" Württemberg offered.
The next moment everyone was snatching for beer or shots.
"Hey, Lisbon, want a shot?" Brussels asked.
"What?" Lisbon said. "N-No! I can't!"
"Don't be such a wuss," Amsterdam muttered. "You have beer all the time! Surely a shot can't kill you!"
"I-I-I like beer better!" Lisbon gave an excuse.
"No excuses!" Amsterdam snapped. "Give us three shots!"
"Hey? There's no sake?" Tokyo pouted.
"I don't drink," Ottawa murmured.
"Most of us don't," Rome sighed. "Drinking doesn't really run in me."
"Bullcrap! Take a beer!" Venice shoved a bottle into Rome's hands.
"Fratello! I don't drink!" Rome protested.
"Hey! Who wants to have a drinking competition?" Prussia exclaimed, holding up his bottle.
"Count me in!" Berlin enthused.
A few others decided to join. Madrid backed away.
"Maybe I'll talk to Lisbon…" she murmured. She turned and went to the corner. "Hey, Lisbon! We-…"
"… And I was like 'Fuck it! They've got sex appeal!' and then…" Lisbon slurred, hiccupping. "And then… well, you know the rest."
"How did Lisbon get drunk?" Madrid exclaimed.
Brussels said, "We just gave him a shot-…"
"He can't take shots! He gets drunk too easily!" Madrid said.
"Then, you know that night when Herman had that hot one-night stand?" Lisbon rambled on. "I actually stayed awake listening to those perverted noises. All the moans and such… *hic* Damn, that was so DAMN tempting to join in. I mean, *hic* seriously! With all that noises, I can't sleep!"
Amsterdam and Brussels were speechless.
"What's with that look?" Lisbon lashed out. "I'm both straight and homo! As so long as I can satisfy myself, anything is possible! I can *hic* do a guy if I want to! Take Herman *hic* for instance. Which guy *hic* wouldn't want to go gay for him?"
"This is seriously getting weird…" Amsterdam whispered.
"I'm going to leave it to you to clean up the mess," Madrid said.
"And one more thing," Lisbon hiccupped. "I'm really what Tokyo calls moe!"
"WHAT?" Tokyo exclaimed, rushing over. "Lisbon-san, really?"
"Of course!" Lisbon slurred.
"Prove it!" Tokyo said.
"Uh... I'm leaving!" Brussels said. But (a drunken) Lisbon reached out and grabbed Brussels' arm.
"Don't go," Lisbon said, pulling Brussels closer. "I need you…"
"Amsterdam!" Brussels yelped. "He—GAH!" Brussels yelped, blushing madly as Lisbon licked his neck. Tokyo gasped as blood dripped, or rather gushed, out of her nose. Amsterdam and Madrid were speechless.
"Oh, my…" Madrid murmured.
"Help!" Brussels squeaked as Lisbon cupped his face and licked his ear seductively.
"He really is homo…" Amsterdam said, watching on.
"What's wrong, Herman?" Lisbon turned and smiled at Amsterdam. "There's still room for one more…"
"OH MY GOD!" Tokyo gasped as more blood came out of her nose.
"Take that back, Lisbon!" Amsterdam said angrily.
"H-hey, someone help me…?" Brussels asked.
"Why, minha querida?" Lisbon asked as he inched closer. "I thought you were enjoying yo-…"
BAM!
Lisbon crumpled to the floor, revealing Barcelona, who was standing behind him. Barcelona was clutching onto a silver tray.
"Ouch…" Amsterdam murmured.
"Finally," Brussels straightened himself.
"Ricardo?" Madrid blinked.
"That's quite enough out of our cousin," Barcelona said. "Okay, who gave him the shot?"
Amsterdam and Brussels raised their hands.
"You got what you deserved, but since this is a first," Barcelona cleared his throat. "I suppose no harm is done. But you two know Lisbon for hundreds of years! How come you still don't know he can't take shots?"
"No idea," Brussels shrugged. "But out of curiosity, is Lisbon really…?"
"That is still up for debate," Madrid said, poking Lisbon. "He doesn't get drunk enough."
Barcelona chuckled. "Ah, well. You can blame Portugal for that. She can fit a shocking amount of alcohol in her body."
"Speaking of alcohol…" Tokyo murmured, wiping her nose with a tissue.
"I'M DONE FOR!" Berlin yelled as he slammed his mug down on the table.
"Come on, you can do better than that!" Prussia smirked.
"There goes my 14th!" Württemberg laughed.
"I'm *hic* not done yet!" Copenhagen said as he gulped down more beer.
Just then, the door slammed open and Germany stormed into the room. "WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?"
A/N: Random ending is random. Introducing new capitals, an ex-nation and a few others. Please forgive me for the randomness.
