Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
(To catch you up, we have a new co-host, and are having a Christmas party.)
Dera: ANGELENE SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP!
Angelene: But I was right you came out of the emo corner.
(flash of blinding white light)
Finland: We are back!
Angelene:OMG it's Santa! (glomps Finland)
Sweden:...(glare)
Dera:Great you have arived just in bloody time.(dangerously P. )
Angelene: Don't hurt Santa, little kids will hate you every where!
Finland:(sweatdrop) Wha...
Dera: Actuallty I have no intentions of physical hurting him.
Angelene/Nordics: Physically?
Dera: Finland, Is it true you call Sweden Su-san as a way of calling him Susan to get back at him for calling you his wife. If you don't tell us Denmark gets to pants Sweden.
Angelene: Where did that come from?
Dera: You bloody went and made me mad, and now I can't control my accent!
Finland:(turning red) Actually no, I call him Su-san because it sounds cute!
Sweden:...(turns a bit pink)...th'nk's F'n.
Denmark:Ah, I wanted to...(smacked over his head with his own battle ax by Norway)
Hungary: Dera I dare you to say she sells sea shells by the sea shore in a british accent, if you don't you have to make out with France!
Angelene: Mine!(glomps France)
Dera: She sells...She sells sea...THAT IS BLOODY IMPOSSIBLE!
England: She sells sea shells by the sea shore. Don't worry, I like your accent love. (takes gulp from beer mug)
America: Oh great he's drunk.
Prussia/Denmark/Germany: THERE'S BEER!(all run to bar were Tony comes out and starts serving them drinks.)
America: Hey Tony.
Dera: (walks up to Tony and pokes him in the head)OMG it's a real alien!
America: Yah, du.
Dera: (Shoves santa hat onto Tony's head) Perfect.
Angelene: Okay my...
America: You two are seriously...
Angelene: Shut up. For interrupting me I dare you to make out with England for five minutes straight if you do not do as I instructed you are banned from having any alcohol during this chapter!
Dera: (glaring at Angelene) I am going to kill you snail eating freak!
Denmark: Hahahaha America dude your screwed.
America: (Walks up to a very drunk England and smacks the mug of bear from his hand.)
England: What the bloo...(England is cut off as America's lips come crashing down onto his. Trying to pull away England is stopped by America's hand grasping the back of his head pulling him into a deeper kiss. America begins to slowly slide his hand up England's shirt, and is rewarded with a soft moan from the smaller of the two. Taking the advantage of England's mouth being momentarily open America slides his tongue into the drunk brits mouth and easily gains dominance.)
Hungary:(Pulls out camera and begins to take pictures as the two brake apart, there facing glowing red.)
America: Yo Tony, I need a drink. (start chugging down beer as fast as the alien can serve it)
Dera: Hungary you did get that right?
Hungary: Of course. Ummmmmmm...Dera are you alright?
Dera: (Is trying to cover up an extremely bloody nose with a tissue) I think that is all for this chapter, agreed?
Angelene: (gushing over the smexyiness of the situation and trying to deal with her own bloody nose) Agreed!
Hungary: Awww...Okay, well bye bye.
Finland: Happy Holidays!
England: Look it's Flying Mint Bunny!
Everyone: WHAT?!