In all honesty, it didnt make sense that Canada had won the game. For starters, they were playing poker, and Alfred clearly remembered Canada using Uno cards. America has a sneaking suspicion that it had a great deal to do with the fact Canada was often overlooked, and no one had noticed or cared what cards he put down, simply accepting whatever he claimed. The other, greater part of it was definitely due to all of them being completely hammered, courtesy of Russia, England and Prussia all bringing in endless supllies of alcohol.
The good news was that no one remembered what they were playing for, although America felt like it was something he wanted very bad. Canada, looking just a little bit more out of it than the rest of them -probably in relation to the pot brownies he and Holland would not stop scarfing down - looked just as clueless as the rest of them, floundering to remember the reason.
America was not above taking advantage of this. "Congratulations bro!" He chimed happily, and Canada somehow managed to give him a suspicious glance without ever actually focusing on his face. "You won! That mean's you get to treat us all to lunch tomorrow!" Prussia burst out laughing. "dude, he's not going to fall for that! Who would want to treat everyone to lunch?" America smirked. He knew at least two people who would argue for that right, and the other one, Japan, wasnt here right now. Canada considered it, hazily, and for a moment he looked like he might buy it, but then he choose that moment to remember one of America's jibes from earlier that day.
"Didn't you say my food sucks, and its not as good as yours?"
"Told ya!" Prussia snickered, much louder than necessary.
"Wait, what were we playing for?" Denmark woke up from his half-conscious state to ask the question no-one would admit they didnt know the aswer for.
There was a murmur around the table as each counrty offered what they thought was worth playing for.
"Obviously cash." Holland announced, starting on his fifth brownie, and sliding two more into a Tupperware container that seemed to contain quite a lot of the free party snacks.
"No way! It was beer! Beer!" Prussia argued, wav8ng what he assumed to be an empty bottle, and only succeeding in dousing himself with a wheat-ale bath.
"Nonsense!" England cut in, dissaprovingly, sniffing at their foolishness. "Its scones of course! We were playing to see who get to eat my homemade scones!"
America was certain he would remember if he had gambled his life on this game, amd the other countries instantly shot down England as well.
"I don't know!" Moaned Denmark, laying his head on the table. "didn't it have something to do with booze? Maybe Prussia's right?"
Russia beamed at the group with a smile that sugeested he may have known, but all he said was, "Perhaps we should drink more vodka, da? It will help memory come back?"
Canada declined this invitation by instantly turning and retching into what he thought was a bucket, but was actually Spain's boot. Not that Spain would mind, as Monaco and Romano had dragged him and France away a couple hours earlier.
"Maple." Canada murmured, before retching again, although America couldnt tell if it was his suggestion as to what they were playing for, or just the way a canadian curses. No one else seemed take notice, so America ignored it too.
Prussia seemed to be counting heads, and then stopped, confused. "Are we missing someone? There's only 14 of us.' he blinked. "Or 7 and Im seeing double."
"Frog and Spain went home." England reminded him, and Prussia shook his head.
"No, not them, there should be one more!"
Did you count Canada?" America asked helpfully, and Prussia snorted. "Yeah, of course-" he stopped to quickly count heads once more, then continued with a hiccup "Yeah, of course the awesome me did! There should be one more!"
Canada rejoined the group at the table and downed the glass of "water" Russia offered him shakily. Russia beamed and took a swig from the bottle.
Denmark was fighting to stay awake and barely succeeding. "Le'see, Prussia brought the beer, England brought the whisky and Brandy, Russia brought vodka..."
Russia, upon hearing his name, helpfully supplied Denmark with more vodka.
"Canada and Holland brought the wierd brownies that make you feel wierd," Denmark continued, tucking of his fingers, and Holland looked righteously offended while Canada played innocent.
"America brought all the chips-" he stopped and peered at the empty snack table. "-weren't there chips?" Holland crunched the empty bag of doritoes into a ball and threw it into what he assumed was a trashbag, but was actually Spain's other boot.
"What?" he demanded, licking the cheese from his fingers. Canada guiltily pushed the bag of bbq chips he was hogging under the table and avoided eye contact.
"France brought wine and him and Spain drank it all and went home." Denmark went back to his listing.
"And I brought the life of the party!" He stood up suddenly with this announcement, raising his vodka shot to the sky, then immediately leaned over the back of the couch and vomited.
"So basically, you're useless" England summed it up.
"No wait, he's right!" America announced in a shock. We did forget someone!"
"Who?" asked a voice by his ear. America tried to remember the name.
"That dude who came in with Spain... Uhh.. He brough all those nuts and stuff..." His head was too foggy to remember clearly.
"Brazil?" Brazil suggested helpfully from over America's shoulders.
"That's the dude! How'd you know?"
Brazil didnt bother to respond, stalking around to plop down on the couch between Denmark and Russia.
Russia helpfully poured him some vodka.
"Here's an idea!" America had already moved on from that subject. "Why don't we play another game until we remember why we were playing the first game?" he beamed at the sheer genius of his own idea.
England, ever competitive, perked up. "Good idea!"
"Great!" He reached for the deck of cards. "I'll shuffle!"