A/N: This episode is suposed to hapen before Ned-Den got together.

Slight UKFr, if you really squint.

Warning, somewhere near the end it should be T rated

Lars hated parties, if Laura didn't force him to go, he would have never got out of his house.

It was hard for Laura to convince him, she just wanted his brother to be a little more social, she eventually pulled the "handsome guy's gonna be there" card. Appartently, it worked. Now she just hoped that guy would actually be at the party or Lars would have gone straight home. No buts.

As Laura feared, Mathias couldn't be seen around and Lars was in the corner smoking alone. In the desperate attempt to get his brother some social life, Laura pulled him along the dancing crowd, introducing him to some of her friends. Spooning around to get some drinks, she accidentally hurt against someone small that was just passing by "Oh my god, I'm sorry..."

The little man stood up, adjusting his shirt "No problem." then, realizing they actually knew each other, Laura squealed: "Tino! I haven't seen you in such a long time!"

"Ehy Laura, I'm so glad to see you here! Are you doing well?"

Laura glanced at his brother, who was now back smoking at his dark corner.

"Tino, may I ask you something?"

"Sure, tell me, sweetie."

"Your brother, the noisy one, what was his name again… "

Tino smiled "Mathias? He's in the other room, he's ahaving a drinking contest with Gilbert, Antonio and I don't know who else..." Laura beamed, hugging Tino "Thank you a lot! I'll catch you up later, I've got to settle my brother!"

Tino chuckled, perfectly catching his friend's intent "Okay, good luck. Me and the others are waiting for you on the roof, come up and we'll have a nice talk"

"Sure"

"I'll save you a plate of appetizers"

Laura dashed through the crowd, grabbing his brother by the sleeve and pulling him to the living room where the drinking contest was taking place. The room was pretty crowded and, overall, noisy.

The stench of smoke and booze were disgusting.

"Hey, nice lady, are you going to keep us company?"

Francis was rewarded with a punch on his stomach by Laura, who later whispered "Sorry"

"What the hell are we doing here? It's dangerous for you!" whined Lars.

"I can look after myself. By the way: there's your man!"

She pointed out at the table where Mathias, Gilber and Antonio were drinking, there was a pile of empty glass by the center and a man who was supposed to be Arthur was sleeping in one corner.

"Now enjoy your night. If I stay here any longer, my hair's gonna stench, bye!"

Laura jolted out of the room, leaving Lars in there alone.

"Hey, look at who came to greet us! Come on and sit!" came the invitation from Gilbert, Lars was about to decline. Mathias was pretty high, no way he could have had a decent conversation with him; in that mere moment, Francis decided to sit besides Mathias, filling his glass with beer.

It was the spur of the moment, Lars grabbed a seta and abeer bottle and took place at the table. No way that French was going to harrass what his crush!

"Ehy, sassy frog..." Lars' comment made Arthur revive for few seconds, just the time to poke at Francis and give a stuttered approval at Lars

"Are you going to drink or what? You don't seem prety able to stand booze"

Mathias laughed at the comment "That's true" he said, glancing at Francis "You have been filling Arthur's glass but you've been sipping at that same glass of wine for more than an hour though!"

Francis brought a lock of hair behind his ear "You're mistaking, I had it filled multiple times. Abut that, what do you guys think about a game?"

Antonio seemed interested "You mean something like spin the bottle?"

Francis nodded "Of course, we can make it more interesting, when the bottle pokes at no one, we drink and the person starts again. Everything is lecit."

Netherlands didn't like the sound of that at all, he didn't like the company, he didn't like Francis but he liked Mathias and that was why he didn't leave. He had several shots, got punched in the gut by Gilbert and had his hair drenched in tequila thanks to Antonio.

One hour later, they were still at it. It was Mathias' turn and Francis whispered something to his ear. Lars knew it was no good.

The Dane grinned before spinning the bottle "I choose kiss"

Antonio and Gilbert grimaced at his choice, while Francis seemd somehow satisfied.

Mathias spun the bottle. Lars' heart stopped, he really wished for it to stop at anyone but Francis. He could feel his heart throbbing he wanted to grab that bottle and stop it himself.

The bottle whirled around slower and slower, going towards Francis.

Lars swallowed, wishing for it to move.

Apparently, someone actually listened to him, as the bottle stopped pointing towards the fainted Arthur.

"Eh? How do we deal with this? He's not playing!" protested Antonio.

Gilbert stood up poking at the Brit "I guess he's not even alive..."

Francis smirked "Well, since it wasn't an empty spin and Arthur is next to me, I guess I do deserve this kiss"

Lars wanted to jump on the table and choke that croissaint eating frong to death, but before he could even manage to do anything, Arthur surprisingly rose up, his eyebrows narrowed as he glared at the French man. He grabbed francis by his ponytail "I fall alseep few mere seconds and you go around harrassing people?"

"Ouch, that wasn't harrassment, we were just playing."

With the movement, Arthur cause the bottle to move and it ended up pointing towards Lars, who didn't realize it because he was too taken by the quarrel between Arthur and Francis.

He felt someone poking at his back, turning around, he saw Mathias standing there, the dane lowered down "We should move to a more private place. I don't like having everyone's looks towards me"

In that mere moment, Lars noticed the bottle was pointed at himself. The others sitting at the table were struggling to keep Francis and Arthur apart.

Lars followed Mathias out "Wasn't it supposed to be for Arthur?"

Mathias shrugged "He wasn't playing and he was the one who spooned the bottle back, I guess it's legit."

They moved upstairs, in a small and almost silent restroom.

Lars breathed "You don't have to do it if you don't want to-" he was cut off by Mathias pushing him against the wall, crashing his lips against his own. What was supposed to be a quick chaste-kiss came out as a long tongue fight between the two, their hands were roaming on each others' bodies, Lars even let the other slide his hands under his clothes. He could never imagine something like this to happen, he almost wanted to slap his face to make sure he wasn't dreaming or wasn't an illusion due to the booze fumes.

Mathias grabbed him up, placing him on the bathroom counter, biting down at his neck. Lars wasn't objecting, he let him do as he pleased, since it pleased him as well. The Dane seemed to want to go at it all the way and Lars was allowing him to.

He was kind of disappointed when, after a what could be called round two, Mathias parted, he bit his lips "I think it's better to stop here. We're both half drunk..."

A loud and angry knock at the door made them start. Mathias giggled "Besides I think someone needs the restroom..." he rummaged in his pockets, taking a marker out then he grabbed Lars's arm who was giving him a confiused look "I brought this because I wanted to draw Francis' eyebrows when he would have fainted." he then snickered "I should thank Arthur later. You were my aim since the game begun."

Lars was left wordless, he didn't know what to add, or what to say. He was just too happy.

Mathias scribbled his number down on Lars' arm and then pecked his lips "We should meet in a quieter circumstance next time" he whispered before leaving.

Lars stared at the numbers printed on his skin, still not believing at what it just happened.

He needed to thank Laura for bringing him there.

A/N: I'm not pretty good at describing naughty stuff…

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