The floorboards boughed under his feet as he walked back to the others, his face a clean slate. No one but Elizávétá looked up. He flashed her a bright half-smile as he took his seat again. She nervously pushed her bangs back behind her ears. She fiddled with the foundation covered brush so Prussia knee to shut his eyes and to hold his breath. It didn't shock him this time when the brush made contact with his face. All he did in response was squeeze his eyes shut tighter.

"Open." Was all she commanded as she began to raise the eyeliner to his eyes once more. He didn't like it anymore than the last time but he did as he was told nonetheless. His eyes watered as they did before. Neither of them spoke until she finished. By the end he had complementary light blue eyeshadow and light pink lipstick. He smacked his lips together and called out Frances name.

"Hey, Francis." The frenchman turned to look at his now clownish friend. He smiled. "Wanna have a good time?" France simply chuckled and turned his face away. "What's wrong, big boy? Does sexy ol' me make you uncomfortable?" He joked, shooting his friend an expression of false concern.

"Yes, you're making me uncomfortable, Gil. I love you man but I can't take you seriously when you look like this." He chuckled. Lili was quietly watching him from a relatively safe distance, some feet away or so. When he took notice, she froze but said nothing.

"Am I scaring you at all? I think I look utterly fabulous thanks to the wonderful efforts and talents of Elizá over there." She who had been lingering silently suddenly perked up at the mention of her name. Everyone turned to look at her as she gazed proudly at Gilbert, whose face was her latest masterpiece.

"Well," Colby began, straightening her back, "let us finish the other boys then." Soon after, they were done and the group admired all three of the boys. In satirical fashion they stood up in a line while the ladies sat on the big couch.

"Strike a pose, strike a pose!" Hungary commanded through giggles from both her and the other two. The three men glanced at one another before assuming a typically feminine stance. Italy with a hand on his hip, sticking his tongue at with a wink and a peace sign. France with a back of his hand against his forehead dramatically and his weight shifted to one leg. Not knowing which pose to take, Prussia panicked a little and rose his arms over his head and spread them apart, he also spread his legs. He looked like a human star and almost fell over. Colby was the first to laugh after the initial hilarity of their postures. Soon after, Hungary belted out a long, loud laugh. Liechtenstein giggled softly, eyeing each mans pose. The three men relaxed their poses. They gave each other a chummy knuckle bump.

"What shall we do now, ladies?" France asked while everyone else slowly settled down.

"Try your best to imitate someone you are constantly angry at or whom you become enraged when you think of them." Austria- that bastard prick. Always up on his high-horse, turning away perfection when its offering itself to him. Without a second thought he began to act as pretentious as possible, glancing at his nails to make sure they were perfect. France was pretending to sip an invisible cup of tea, sticking out his pinky and raising his nose at everyone. Feliciano didn't know who to choose so he stood there awkwardly. All of a sudden it was like a lightbulb went off, he tried to copy Turkey. When he was young, Turkey always tried to pick on him and got on his nerves. He put his hands up to mimick Turkeys mask. Hungary's jaw dropped from surprise before slapping her knee and releasing a giggle that she tried to stifle.

"What are you laughing at, you bugger?" France scoffed in a botched english accent.

"Excuse you, your accent isn't at all posh enough for whom you are portraying. I, on the other hand, am an exact replica." Gil said, buffing his nails on his shirt and flicking his hair back to give himself a mock Mariazell. "Your impersonation doesn't seem close enough. Remember to act more condescending and sarcastic."

"Salaam alaikum, Elizá. How about we reminisce about when you still thought you were a boy, hmm?" Italy proposed. "Y'know, if you're ever willing to join me, we can attempt to recreate the old ottoman empire. We can show these western europeans just how strong we are again. How about it?" Gilbert broke character to watch her roarous laughter with a gentle loving smile. France saw this and leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"Prussia."

"Ja?"

"Don't you think you're letting your emotions show a bit too much. I like how you're showing it but don't you think that, perhaps, a certain other lady may be watching too?" A wrinkle appeared in his brow and his soft, sweet smile was replaced by a serious straight line. "Y'know what I mean?"

"Ja... I do. No worries, meine friend. Alles gut, alles gut." He patted his bud on the shoulder. "Okay, okay. Guys, settle down now- it's a little past nine. Do you guys want to do something else or wrap it up for the night?" The laughter slowly died out and Lili took the opportunity to speak.

"We could sit and eat the refreshments together, right?" I forgot we had that.

"Oui, mon ami," he directed to Prussia to lead the way.

"You all go sit in the dining room and I'll go fetch the refreshments." He gave the group a reassuring smile as they began to file into the dining room. Okay, I should get the snacks first and then the alcohol. I'm still wary as to how Liech holds her liquor. If she's like us germanic states, she'll be able to hold it well. If she hold it how she would appear to then she'll be done pretty much after a sip. His two hands held the two serving bowls of chips and brought them to the dining room table. "Here we go, does anyone want any 21 and up juice?" Alcohol, I meant alcohol. A chorus of approval came from his friends as if they were needy children. He knew they wouldn't hesitate to pop open the bottles of fermented grapes, blackberries, and potatoes so he made a point of first retrieving the cups. Colby seems to be getting along swimmingly with Feli. And it was try, they were. They had hit it off and had been chatting nearly the whole evening and even now they sat beside each other and chatted as if they were in their own little world and had known each other for years. That's nice. He was worried that she'd be left out so he was relieved to find she'd found someone to talk to among his had left a chair out for him to sit on right to the left of Hungary.

"Aye~" Hungary said when she saw the alcohol he brought into the room with him. "Here comes the alcohol!" Her eyes were alight with good humor.

"Ja- be careful, don't make me drop them haha." He pleaded with a laugh. "Luddy would be so pissed with me if I made a mess." Italy grabbed the bottle of Merlot and poured himself a cup and brought it to his lips. France did the same shortly after, first swirling the drink in his cup a little.

"Hey, Gil." Elizávétá began, "are you up for a little drinking competition?" Her eyebrow rose in a competitive way that made Prussias own brows furrow.

"You're on. Last to get wasted wins." He reached for the bottles of vodka and filled with of their cups to the rim. Here we go. "On the count of three, ready?"

"I've been ready, you turtle."

"One, two, three!" Immediately they began to chug it down.

"Um, Gilbert." Liechtenstein began timidly. "You said to make sure you won't do anything stupid. Would this qualify as stupid?" Oh ja, I forgot. He knitted his brows and waved her question away. His throat burned and his eyes watered a bit but he shrugged that away as she continued to guzzle down her drink. Ugh, vodka is so strong. His red solo cup tilted back as he finished it off only seconds before her. She let out a long, high pitched whine.

"Phew, that really hit the spot, eh?" She punched his arm. He shook his head and began to refill their cups.

"There's still time to back out before it's too late." Prussia put out. France had distracted Lili, leaving Gil and Elizá to have their drinking contest by themselves. Before long, they had finished a bottle and half of hard liquor. Damn, that's some good stuff.

"Holy scheisse. Y'k-Y'know, I'm going to beat you." He boasted as he began to down his second cup. The beverage burned his throat as it flowed down his esophagus and into his stomach. I'm going to regret this in the morning for sure. It wasn't long before they finished off both bottles of vodka and were wasted.

"Istenem, szükségem van a pisi." She mumbled as she nearly fell off her chair in an attempt to relieve her bladder. Gilbert laughed and got up and almost fell as he tried to help her.

"You're drunk."

"Talán."

"Too drunk."

"Not drunk enough to piss myself."

"You can't make it to the bathroom."

"Oh yeah? Well watch me, you drunkard." She said as he helped her up and they stumbled up the stairs.

"I'll start cleaning up then, okay?" Italy and France shared a knowing glance, making a point to not point it out. He took her to the guest room with the bathroom.

"Where're you taking me? I need to pee, te idióta." He found the light switch and left her in the bathroom.

"Just- Just go pee, dammit." His head leaned on the door as he swayed himself to walk to at least the bed to plop himself down. He closed his eyes and listened to her stumbling about in the bathroom muttering slurs under her breath. What a messy drunk. A sexy, mess of a drunk. A smile snuck its way into his face. Who knows what will happen when she comes out. It slipped from his lips as she finished up and opened the door. Her steps were practically silent as she approached the bed.

"Elizá?" He asked as she made her way to the middle of the bed right above his head and held a hand over his eyes.

"Shh." He could feel her weight shift and her warm breath upon his face as she drew near. He was too out of it to think. So when she delicately brought her lips to collide with his he reciprocated, gradually taking charge causing her to drop her hands from his eyes. He didn't feel the need to open them on his own yet so he kept them shut. His lips left hers momentarily before returning to them because he flipped himself over to face her. The bed sheets crinkled as the kiss deepened and they shifted so that their heads were at the pillows. She ran her hands up his stomach and tugged at his shirt to make him take it off. He removed it and tossed it aside in one swift motion while she began to undo his pants. His slender hands moved up her legs until they made it to the waist of her leggings and began to slide them off. She assisted him by raising her bottom to reveal black panties. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he began to place sloppy kisses along her neck to her jaw. "Még mindig szeretlek, Roderich."

'Moron Notes:::::::

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