Where the hell…? What the hell…? Eww…I feel icky and cold and cramped. What the hell happened last night? And why am I laying on cement? Careful, Terra. Just push yourself up and you'll be ok. Who the hell was I kidding? I'm worse off now than when we had the slumber party at Arthur's. Speaking of Arthur…Where was he? And where was I? The last thing I remember from last night was us leaving the restaurant. After that, my world is kind of fuzzy. I need some answers and for that, I think I need to find Arthur first.

"Mon dieu," a familiar voice sighed out, "I'm not mad, Terra. I'm just horribly disappointed. Although, I am surprised with Arthur, though. Who knew he had that in him?"

"Francis?" I've never been so grateful to hear his voice in my life. I could always count on him to make me feel better when I feel like shit.

"There you are," he spoke softly, sticking his hand between the bars in front of me, "Good morning, Terra. How are you feeling?"

"Like the cold embrace of death would be a welcomed friend," I admitted, nursing my throbbing head.

"I'm sure it would," Francis figured, "But we still need you here, cheri."

"I'm glad to see you, Francis," I told him, "But would you happen to know where Arthur is?"

"Right next door," he pointed out, "He's in the same, sorry state as you, I'm afraid."

"Piss off, frog. I'm in no mood."

"Oh, Angleterre…" Francis babied him, "Is someone not feeling well?"

"I told you," Arthur suddenly slammed against the bar, "I'm not in the mood! Ow…And someone tell the lights to shut up."

"Arthur?" I made sure to keep my voice down.

"Yes Terra?" Arthur groaned.

"What the hell happened last night?" I rubbed my eyes.

"What's going on?" Francis wondered.

"Flashback."

Last night, Arthur and I had gone out to get some dinner. It wasn't much. I couldn't leave him to pout after Francis took off with Gilbert and Antonio for some kind of shenanigans, I'm sure. Italian. I remember it being Italian. And after we left the restaurant, Arthur had suggested we go to the pub just down the street. Alright, things are starting to come back. It was just supposed to be a casual drink.

"So, Terra," Arthur suggested, "Am I going to be your wingman?"

"What do you mean?" I gave him a look, "Why would I need a wingman?"

"Isn't that what people go to the pubs for?" he figured, "So they can find someone to have a casual encounter with?"

"Jesus Christ, Arthur," I shook my head, "No. People go to the pubs for a drink, not necessarily to get laid. I'm not here to meet a man and I sure as hell don't want my son to be my wingman. That'd be weird. Besides, I love you, darling, but if any of my babies were going to be my wingman, I'd have to go with either Francis or Feliciano."

"I can understand Francis," Arthur thought, "But why Feliciano?"

"He's adorable," I shrugged, "Cute works every time."

"Understandable."

"And there's only one man for me," I sighed over my vodka sour, "I miss Cronos."

"How did you two even meet?" Arthur asked, "Being…You…Meeting a mate must be difficult."

"Not really," I admitted, "It was kind of a night like this. Artie and I were out and about in a place called Andromeda. She introduced me to Cronos and we just hit it off. Then, a couple years later, we got married and a year after that, the ancient nations were born."

"Who's Artie?"

"Oh," I chuckled under my breath, "You probably would've heard of her as Artemis. Artie was cool as hell. I remember this one time where we went out and got stupid and got matching tattoos."

"You have tattoos?" Arthur gasped, "I knew you had scars that were shaped like us, but I didn't think you had tattoos."

"Only one," I lifted my shirt, showing off the blurred colors on my hip, "It's a constellation, but I don't remember which one. I think Sagittarius. Because arrows were kind of Artie's thing. In a way, she reminded me of Britannia."

"My Britannia?" he put two and two together.

"Your mother was quite the wild child in her day," I giggled, "And Artemis was a bad influence on her. If Britannia had her way, she wouldn't have had any kids in the first place. But then, she started getting the itch and lo and behold, you and your brothers were born! Yay!"

"Yay!" Arthur chimed, "But how was she a wild child?"

"Oh, honey," I awed, "You went through a phase, too. So did Britannia. Between Artemis being a bad influence when she was little, little and Germania being a worse influence on her in her teen years, Britannia became a handful. But after she had you, she started to mellow out a lot. In fact, because I was such an alleged bitch for not letting Britannia do anything, which wasn't true, it wouldn't surprise me if she named you Arthur after her Auntie Artemis."

"Really?" Arthur ordered us another round, "You know, Terra…I do miss her."

"I miss her, too," I finished my first drink before moving onto my second, "I'm not going to have you crying on me again, am I, Arthur? Because handling your drunk crying over Britannia once was plenty for me."

"I'm not going to cry," he promised, sniveling a bit, "I'll be fine. I'm alright."

"Do we need to cut you off, sweetheart?" I worried, "Do you need to talk?"

"I'm fine," Arthur wiped his eyes, "I won't cry. I refuse."

"That's my boy," I kissed his cheek, "Are you good?"

"Yes," he pulled himself together, "Quite right."

"Good," I draped an arm around his shoulders, "You want to do another bar?"

"YES PLEASE!" Arthur jumped down from his barstool and onto his feet, "Where to?"

"I don't know," I shrugged, "I thought I'd let you pick."

"Really?" he chirped, "I get to pick, mummy?"

Oh, no…We may need to cut him off. What the hell? We're having fun tonight. Might as well, "Sure, kid. Go nuts."

"Yay!" Arthur skipped out of the bar and found one down the street. And that's when things started to turn south for us. Arthur and I should not be left unattended and already with a slight buzz in a bar full of strangers. Because that's when we start ordering shots.

And more shots.

And more shots…

"Arthur," I threw my arm around him, using him to stabilize myself. In hindsight, not one of my brighter ideas, "I'm sorry you lost your mom. And I'm sorry she tried selling you for a piece of goat."

"What?" Arthur laughed hysterically, "Mummy wouldn't have sold me for goat. I was her, hic, favorite! If she was selling…any of us for goat…Hic…My mon…money…monies…would've been on Scotland. Or…Or maybe the little Welsh twat. What was his name again?"

"I honestly couldn't tell you," I admitted, "I can't even tell you my own name right now, baby…"

"You know what we should do, Fran…Al…Matt…Arthur? No. I'm Arthur…Ter…TERRA!"

"That's my name!" I sang out, "My name is Terra!"

The whole bar erupted with cheers and applause that I remembered my name, "You know what's next door?"

"What's that, Artie?" I rested my head on his shoulder, "What's on your mind?"

"You know what I'm thinking," Arthur grinned.

"Karaoke?"

"KARAOKE!" he hugged me tight, "Let's do karaoke!"

"Where can we do that?" I wondered, swaying a little more, finishing off my ninth shot of God knows what.

"The karaoke place is next door," Arthur's eyes lit up.

"HELL YEAH!" I was down for anything at this point. Someone could ask me to kill a man and I'd be down. Karaoke would be nothing. The two of us stumbled out of another pub into the karaoke bar next door. We ordered more shots and a room for two.

"What should we do?" Arthur thumbed through the song catalog.

"You pick," I insisted, kicking my feet up on the coffee table.

"I can't," he shoved the catalog at me, "You pick."

"I can't," I giggled, "You pick!"

"No!" Arthur groaned, throwing himself into the couch next to me, "You pick. Pleeeeeeeeease? I'll love you forever."

"I'll love you…FIVE-EVER!" I squeaked, "HA! That's one more than you!"

"Come on, Terra…" he slurred, "Just pick something."

"Ok, ok," I rolled my eyes, looking through the catalog. One song caught my eye, "LET'S DO 500 MILES BY THE PROCLAIMERS!"

"No way," Arthur stopped me, "We're too drunk for that. And I can't do a Scottish accent. You can't sing 500 Miles normal. It doesn't sound right."

"Fine…" I let out a loud gasp, smacking Arthur's shoulder, "I GOT IT."

"What, Terra?" Arthur jumped out of his skin.

"LET'S DO DEXY'S MIDNIGHT RUNNERS."

"COME ON, EILEEN?!"

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"And that's when you two ended up here?" Francis figured.

"Ugh…" I groaned, laying my head on the cool stone wall, "Tell me there isn't a video."

"According to Arthur's phone," he showed me, "there is, in fact, a video."

"Wait a second." The world started making sense again, "Are we in jail?"

"Yeah," a pretty Swiss boy in uniform joined us, "I got the honor and privilege of picking you two up. Apparently, you two were causing too much noise and we figured it'd be easier to put you and Arthur in the drunk tank for the night. If it makes you feel any better, though, you were easier to get in the car than Arthur. He insisted on an encore. It wasn't pretty. It's all in the video."

"I'm sorry," I mustered up a little bit of a smile. There's no way he didn't come from Germania, "Hello, Vash…"

"Hello, Terra," he helped me onto my feet, "Francis, take them from me please."

"I will," Francis sighed out, "I'm still disappointed. Not mad, but disappointed. Allons. Both of you. We'll discuss this when we get home."

I've never heard Francis sound more like the Allfather in my life. They're not directly related, but they're close enough. Wait…I'm millennia older than he is. Why do I feel like Papa's going to send me to my room without dinner?

A/N: Aww. Terra and Arthur just wanted to go out and have some fun. Was that too much to ask? Apparently. And holy hell, my dudes. The amount of typos I've made in writing this story made me wonder if I was a little drunk. But I'm not. I'm caffeine drunk and a little tea drunk, but all in all, sober as a bird. But all that aside, I bet that if Arthur's the right amount of happy drunk, he's totally up for karaoke. I also have a minor headcanon that the drunker he gets, the more cockney his accent gets. And I think that's adorable. I was going to give him the fite me m8 gene, but opted against it. I wanted a happy drunk Arthur and a happier drunk Terra and I think it's time I call this story quits. I think I'll give it a couple more chapters. So, if there's any country we haven't covered that you'd like to see shenanigans with, let me know and I'll see you next chapter! xx