A/N: okay I know I said last chap but its been long enough all ready and there will be more im not sure when but after the next chap I'll update whenever I get a funny idea lol.
It was 7:45 in the evening at Denmark's house. Earlier that day Sealand had called America, who'd called Canada, who'd called France, who'd called England, Prussia and Spain; who'd told everyone else. The Nordics were finishing setting up when there was a knock on the door, "I got it!" Sealand shouted running to the door in his transformers pajamas.
Norway just nodded from where he and Iceland were sitting on the couch watching Denmark try to balance a spoon on his nose. When he opened the door to reveal Poland on the other side he tried to hide a snicker.
Poland stood there in regular clothes for once, a pair of dark wash jeans and a white shirt with a red collar and sleeves. But what Sealand found funny was the stilettos and large, gaudy, red bow in his hair. "Hey! Thanks for the invite, like, liet is coming with his other friends, like, cause he was being soo totally slow."
"Ok! That's fine drinks are at the bar!" Sealand smiled. Not even a few seconds after Poland had arrived the door burst open and in stepped a blond yelling; "THE HERO HAS ARIVED!" Iceland rolled his eyes and looked to his brother, "Norway, why'd I let you do this?" Norway's lip twitched up a little at this. "Hello little bro!" America said to Sealand. Sealand crossed his arms and tried to muster up a scowl, "I'm not little! I'm fun-sized!"
America let out a hearty laugh and patted his head, "What ever you say, that reminds me! I brought transformers 2 for you to watch!" before Sealand could reply, there was a knock at the door followed by some arguing. "I got's it!!!" Denmark yelled while stumbling to the door.
He swung it open and France, England and Canada where they're arguing; well France and England were at least. "Hej! Get your asses in and have a drink!" The three walked inside the house.
~~~~~30 minutes later, Denmark's living room, occupants: everyone~~~~~~
"24 bottles of vodka on the wall! 24 bottles of vodka, take one off and drink it down 23 bottles of vodka!" The large group sang. "I'm boreddd!" Alfred moaned suddenly.
"Shut the bloody hell up and drink a beer!" England yelled.
"H's 'nyb'dy s'en F'nl'nd?" Sweden asked out of the blue. "OMG! Sweden –hiccup- it's the accent!" Hungary squealed, much to Austria's displeasure. He didn't want to come in the first place but there was absolutely no way he would let her attend with that ghastly man Prussia!
"Wh't 'b'ut 't?" Sweden furrowed his brow, before she could reply however the lights were flipped out. Everyone fell silent but this was interrupted by England's protest of France groping him, "You bloody frog! Get your filthy hands off me! Blimey, you cant even go fifteen minutes without touching SOMEBODY!?"
"Mon ami! I can't believe you would think so, so lowly off me! I am only spreading amour!" France insisted in the still dark room. Suddenly a single light was flipped on, "Sexy awesome lighting! Woohoo!" Prussia yelled.
The light moved a little before landing on a karaoke machine and widening slightly. In there drunken haze the nations were distracted and started chattering about this and that till a figure walked over and picked up the microphone. He was wearing a pair of dark, almost black, blue skinny jeans and a black hoodie.
He sighed into the microphone before speaking, "Yo homie's! I gotta tell you some stuff that sucks fo show! Su-san I know why your so distant…I've come to the conclusion, you're a cheatin' foo'!" a large gasp echoed around the room at this.
"Haha! I told you norge! I told ya' Sweden's a cheater! Ya' din't believe me then but ha!" Denmark said happily. If he was honest, Norway was shocked. Everyone turned to look at Sweden, "Uh, T'no? wh't y'u me'n? th's 's abs'rd! st'p st'rring 't m'!" Sweden grunted.
"Oh please, yo fool, you know im talkin' bout whatchu did with spain!" the crowd gasped and looked at Spain now. "Spain you basterd! you said I was your only! What the hell? you know what! I hate you! like poison! So screw off!" Romano screamed.
"What are you talking bout Finland, mi amigo?" Spain was completely confused as to what he did. Finland started laughing uncontrollably, "Su-san wrote a song about you! You know, Chiquita!" Spain chuckled, "ah, mi amigo! ABBA, they did, not me. Romano come back to me!" Romano tried to avoid Spain's grasp by hiding behind a tipsy France before realizing that was stupid.
"Mon ami! Have you come for my amour! I do hope so!" France slurred.
"AHH! Pervert! I'm leaving! Good night cruel world!" Romano said before quickly exiting. Spain gave a good-hearted laugh before saying goodbye and chasing after Romano.
"You know their gonna end up in the broom closet again…"Prussia said out of no where. "Guy's! I gotstest the best idear ever! We should dos kareokay!" America slurred while downing a beer. England shook his head furiously he had been to karaoke with America before. It was a bloody mess.
"YO! Are you guy's gonna let me finish my super cool song my pimp hubby Su-San's people wrote or not!?" Finland huffed. Denmark clapped his hands and looked at Sweden who was starring stupidly at his 'wife'. "H's s'ng'ng m' a s'ng! HA! N'rw'y d'snt s'ng f'r y'u d'es 'e!" Sweden bragged to the other Nordic while getting in his face and grinning stupidly.
Denmark just stuck his tongue out, "what ever, at least people can understand me and my coolness! Four eyes…" a overly dramatic gasp went around the room. " 'scuse m'?" Denmark was frightened by the look Sweden was giving him but refused to back down. "You heard me, Susan."
"Hey Denise! It's Su-san the man! You idiot! I bet that axe you carry 'round –hiccup- is just to pop your ego –hiccup- when it gets to big, I always wondered why –hiccup- it wasn't sharp. You must use it often!" Tino said while stumbling over to Denmark. "Yeah, whatever tiny Tina"
"There's only one way ta' settle such a thing! Yo Momma jokes…" a drunk Canadian blurted out. At soon as the words were spoke though; one word was said by every mouth, even the sleeping Greece, "Who?"
A:N/ not my favorite. Not at all but oh well! Next will be better! Promise!.
swedens basically saying : "he's singing me a song! ha! norway dosent sing for you does he!"
