The next morning when Sealand woke up, he had a splitting headache. He promptly fell back onto his pillow and groaned. "Bloody England, stupid hangover." He could barely remember anything of what happened last night. Seeing as he wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep, he threw his feet over the edge of the bed and sat up.

Peter took a second to steady his surroundings before actually standing. "I need some water." He grumbled before trudging slowly to the stairs. As he walked he tried to remember what happened. He knew something had and he could almost remember.

He took the stairs one at a time at a very sluggish pace. Half way down he stumbled, "ugh! Move feet!" but grabbed the railing. After straightening back up a few memories came into his head.

The first was drinking vodka for the first time; the second was of his father figure in a disco suit. That image was one he really didn't want to see at the moment. When he reached the foot of the stairs he heard heavy snores coming from the living room. "I swear if it's that French perv basterd he's getting his arse kicked." Sealand whispered furiously.

It was these times when he was hung over did he remind himself of England. To his utter surprise though, it was three people. On the floor were, Finland, Sweden and Denmark. Sealand's jaw dropped. It looked as if Denmark and Sweden were in an embrace and Finland was sprawled out on top of the two.

Suddenly a perfect recollection of what happened came to peter. It started out as a meeting. Prussia and Russia started passing out liquor, people started getting buzzed. The meeting was forgotten and turned into a full-fledged party. Raivis got drunk and actually gave Sealand the vodka. He had the whole 'meeting recorded on his camera'.

"Oh, they will just love this". Peter said sarcastically to himself. He pulled out his phone and took a picture of the sleeping trio before continuing on to the kitchen. He opened the cabinet by the fridge and pulled out a glass, then got some water.

While finishing his drink he heard some mumbled words coming from the other room. He walked over and sat on the couch closest to the three nations. "ya c'n d'nce y'u c'n j'Ve…" Berwald's voice faded off. "What the hell?" Sealand thought. Then realized that Sweden was singing ABBA, again. 'Cept this time he was asleep.

During the course of fifteen minutes the three nations had moved around so much, Berwald ended up looking like he was practically molesting Tino in his sleep and Denmark had his leg hitched up over Sweden's thigh. What peter noticed next was his favorite: Berwald sucking his thumb. All of this got a picture and a place in the micro-nations memory.

Not long after Sealand noticed his phone vibrating. He pulled it out and looked at the caller I.D. It said NORWAY in big letters. " Hello?" he answered. " Is Denmark there?" he heard his… his… uncles? Voice over the phone. Sealand snickered, "Uh-huh. You gotta see this! Come over right now!" Norway wondered what had the micro-nation so riled up. "Ok." Sealand heard the click on the other end then hung up. He went over to the door and waited for Norway.