Author Notes

Ookay, so I'm going on Holiday for the next week and a half. But, I hope this is fulfilling until I can post again.

Disclaimer: Since I have forgotten to write a disclaimer until now I'm just saying. I do not own Hetalia, blah blah blah, and I do not condone underage drinking or alcohol usage. AAND; that's pot. Not crack or anything hardcore like that. ALSO the plot starts moving REALLY fast, and will probably get you lost if you don't read it slow.

"Take it from the top!" Madame called, turning her back to look at us in the mirror. The closer we got to the performance date, the more her mood swings became apparent. Sometimes she would look at us with great endearment...and sometimes she would point out that maybe if we had been laying off the hamburgers, we'd be able to frolic a little better on "those nubs you call feet." But this was something, much like everything else, I had just grown used to.

Now Ivan on the other hand...he wasn't exactly an acquired taste.

"Last chance, Alfred." He whispered, passing me in a jump.

"I said, no!" I cried, landing my own jump. The whole room stopped, and glared at me, fearing Madame's rage. "I-I'm sorry." I mumbled, looking at the floor. Everyone returned to their starting positions as Madame silently watched the room shift from her corner.

"It's not a race, Alfred." She hissed at me. I'd forgotten to move in my fright, and was snapped myself awake as soon as I heard my name.

Rehearsal came and went quickly, and I today I wouldn't make the mistake of staying late to practice on my own. But unfortunately for me, Ivan wasted no time making a third attempt at an advance.

"Plan B will have to be initiated if you do not agree to go out with me."

"Initiate Plan B! Initiate Plan B, C, 5, 6, and 7! Be my guest!" I barked, leaving the parking lot.

I felt a small hand on my shoulder as I slipped my key into the hole. "Tino?"

"Hey, Al...don't mean to be nosey, but that wouldn't have happened to have been...Ivan you were yelling at...was it?"

"Well, yeah. He's recently been...pursuing me." I said, in an barley audible voice.

"Oh god...it's much worst than I thought..."

"What?" I asked, horror painted images began to cross my mind.

"No-no! Don't freak out! I meant to say that your...not fitting in with him like the rest of us did! Just...try...to be nice to him. He's...a very..."

"A very...?"

"Interesting character! I can promise you that. He has a lot of pull in the studio...so best to befriend him now."

"And...the...unreasonable request?"

Berwald appeared from the shadows, he was off putting with his stature and lack of communication.

"Tino. B'st we get goin', don't y'u think?" He asked, though it sounded more like a statement then a question.

"Yeah." He looked up at the larger man, then back to me. Tino took Berwald's hand and they began to walk away. He looked back at me, and gave an awkward smile and mouthed the words 'I'm sorry'. I wondered for a second if everyone was gay with their partner on stage before opening car the door and sitting down in the car, perhaps I would go out to a party tonight.

-;-

The room is spinning, and everything is hilarious!

"You're drunk!" Nameless girl number one yells, laughter following.

"You're beautiful. Comehere often?" Was that me talking?

"Nice one!" The music is really loud. I wanna dance.

"Take a hit of this, man! It's outta this world!" That burns like a mother fucker...no body else is coughing though.

"It's okay, man, sometimes you choke on your first hit! Hit it again!" I can do that. "That's my man, now next time hold it in, for a sec, then let out out nice and easy." I could do this all night.

Holy shit this is a nice house.

"You gotta try shit chocolate man."

I might as well take a bite. "Dude. It's fucking delicious."

"I know."

"Wanna make-out?" Nameless girl number two.

"Yeah I do-" Oh no. Not right now...shit, there's puke everywhere.

"Clean up on aisle four!" Hell no, embarrassment doesn't happen to Alfred Jones, not at place like this. I swung a punch. Clean hit, right in the jaw.

"It's okay, man. Yourfacegot it!" The party's on my side again. Everybody's laughing, it's still a good time. What's-his-name is out like a light.

I think I'm gonna go to the kitchen.

"What's your name?" Nameless girl number three is blonde. I kinda like blondes.

"Most my friends call me, Al."

I guess we're making-out now. Her skin is sooo soft. What the fuck...why is it...so...dark.

-;-

"Matt!"

"What!" Matt yawned, stretching under his bedding. How could he be sleeping at a time like this?

"Did I go somewhere last night?"

"Why are you yelling?"

"I'm sorry." Matt rolled over in his bed, pointing a finger at the computer chair.

"Sit."

"Did I go somewhere last night?"

"Yeah, you went to a party or something..."

"Oh fuck..."

"Why?" Matt shot up.

"I just remember getting...so...drunk..."

"You got drunk last night?"

"...Then I took a hit or 3 of something and everything just started moving really fast,"

"Or three!"

"One minute I'm throwing up in the living room, next minute I'm punching somebody...and they're face planted in it."

"You punched somebody!"

"Relax, Matty! I'm fine...I just don't remember who that blonde..."

"Woah, woah, woah, Alfed, what the hell happened? All I know is I got a call, at 3 in the morning from Ivan saying to make sure-"

"Woah, woah, woah, Matt." I hissed, seething. "Ivan. Did. What?"

"You should be thanking him! He brought you home!"

"Ivan saw me shit-faced!"

"Hardly, when he tucked you in you were-"

"-Ivan tucked me in!"

"What was he suppose to do, you were passed out! I certainly cou-"

"-I was with Ivan passed out!"

Dad banged on the wall. "Stop it with all that bloody yelling!" A muffled yell cried.

"Sorry, Dad!" We called back, in unison.

"What if Dad heard what we were talking about!" I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

"He didn't. You know how dad is. And he's right, we need to just calm down, and we'll link together your night, ok?"

"Will that explain how I got this?" I cried, lifting my shirt to reveal the bruise of a bite mark.

"Oh, Jesus...that's definitely the work of Ivan..."

"I think I'm gonna barf..." Matt jumped out of bed, and grabbed my shoulders, pushing me out of his room.

"Not in here you won't!" The vomit feeling subsided, as I felt a headache take it's place. I assured Matt I was fine before laying in the vacant bed.

"And now you invade my bed. Fine, whatever, Al." He took a seat at the foot of the bed, and I curled up into the warm comforter. "So, you left around 11."

"And didn't start drinking until mid-night, I remember because Priscilla brought the liquor, and everyone was pissed cause she was suuper late."

"Okay..."

"Then I checked my clock at around 1:45, and that's when I started mackin' on the ladies...but I took a few hits from the one guy first...and some how I ended up in the kitchen."

"And then...?"

"Well, then I met this blonde chick, and we started making-out...and then..."

"Please tell me you didn't."

"I don't know...everything just goes black after that."

"Well, then Ivan called, and said you two just happened to be at the same party-"

"Yeah, bullshit."

"Why would he follow you to a party?"

"Why wouldn't he?" I said, peaking at him from under the covers. "Because he's a weirdo, and a freak of nature!" I re-submerged myself in the sea of blankets.

"Since we're on the subject I should tell you...I more or less with Francis..."

"I know." The room fell silent. "More or less?"

"How did you know?"

"It could be an array of things."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Matt!" I whined, pushing something off his side table.

"Alfred! Stop destroying my room! Mon dieu!"

"Help me..." I whined, rubbing the bruise.

"I don't know what to tell you, Alfred." I flipped off Matty's covers and stomped out of his room.

"If your just gonna leave angry every time why do you even come in here?" Matt called after me.

"You're not even on my side!"

-;-

Walking into the studio, something didn't feel quite right...it seemed like every time I made eye contact with someone, I received a dirty look. But as soon as everyone had their back's turned, I saw a glimpse of Ivan's wicked smile. Something was very wrong indeed.

Rehearsal snaked along very slowly. I checked my watch every half hour, I wanted to leave...or at least talk to Ivan about what the hell he'd done.

"Are you okay?" Matt asked, while we were given a water break.

"Something's in the air, you smell it?"

"Sweat?" Matt asked, watching Madame exit the studio.

"No, stupid. Everyone's mad at me." Matt looked around the room, confused. Of course when he did so, everyone was laughing amongst each other, or correcting each others' missteps.

"Don't take this the wrong way...but I haven't a clue what your talking about."

"Dude...dude...dude! Look! See! Feliciano just gave me the stink eye, and we were totally cool Friday! ...I think."

"Okay, I did kinda see that...but are you sure your not just imagining it. Feliciano is kinda like weird sometimes..." And that's when we witnessed it. Ivan pulled out a picture and showed it to Tino, and he looked back at us, then averted his eyes realizing we were still watching. Matt, finally showing a back bone for once, walked over to Ivan, and snatched the picture out of his hands.

"Is this what you're all giving my brother shit for?" He yelled, holding the picture above his head. I covered my face, after seeing what it was of. It must have been taken that night I was shit-faced... "Just cause in the picture he's got a dick in one hand, and a beer in the other? Ludwig, weren't you just telling me last week about how guilty you felt for encouraging poor not-so-innocent Feliciano over here to have a three-way with you and Gilbert?"

"Ve?" Feliciano said, smiling at Ludwig.

"Berwald! You're not one to talk. You basically pressured Tino into marrying you. He's only recently getting comfortable with the idea, asshole. And Francis! God...Francis, if you just would stop fucking around with other people, you'd see that I'm in love with you. But that's to serious for you, isn't it? Huh!" The whole room was dead silent. I hadn't even ever heard Matty drop an F-bomb, let alone admit his love for someone in front of a group of people. He looked at the picture again, wiping away tears that were now streaming down his face. "It doesn't even look like you, Alfred...wait a second...Alfred...this isn't you!"

"It's not?" Everyone, including me, said in unison.

Hope this didn't move to fast for you, it was suppose to move fast because that's how it was moving for Alfred. He was very disoriented.

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