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America: COFFEE! 8D *Takes out machine gun*

England: I POOF YOU AWAY! *Stumbles around with wand*

France: Mon ami! *Hugs England*

Spain: COFFE ! *Bounces off the walls*

Erik: Muuusic of the niiiiight! *Hops on top table*

France: WE NEED A POLE! *u*

Italy: Everyone is so happy! :D

Erik2: CIRCLE TIME!

Germany: EVRYONE TWO HUNDRED LAPS AROUND AUTHORESS!

America: *Runs* The wheels on the monster truck go round and round

Italy: Pasta pasta! It's a wonderful food! I love paaaasta!

Me: _ Getting… kinda… of… dizzy… *Faints*

Romano: *Picks up Authoress* To tomato land!

Erik2/Spain: HELL YEAH!

"Hurry up!" The impatient Prussian yelled up at the brunette standing on a ladder, tipping the precious foamy liquid in the biggest beer jug ever. The cup was as tall as two Swedens and the width of two Cubas.

They had bought as many cans of beer possible and were yelled at by Germany for buying so many. At least he didn't take them away. So in the morning they simply decided to dump it all in a giant cup before going to the world meeting. Of course they had invited the rest of the Bad Touch Trio over to witness the spectacle.

"Shhh you're gonna make me FALL!" Amelia shrieked as she lost balance and toppled over head first in the giant jug of beer.

"Senorita!" Spain yelled. They could see Amelia happily swimming about the clear cup and sipping the yellowy liquid. Prussia had to pull her out before she could ingest more. Amelia lay upon the floor, reeking of alcohol. Her wet hot pink top and black pants hung tight to her skin, hot pink cap sticking to her head and black tie lifelessly wrapped around her neck. Spain and France ran over to her and she leaned against them for support, hiccupping and giggling as they dragged her over to their car.

"She drank almost all the beer in there!" France exclaimed.

"She probably has some German in her" Prussia smirked. He wrapped her up in a towel as France drove.

"You okay?" He asked the quiet girl.

"You have red eyes like mine" She said drowsily, her head lolling off to the side.

"She seems a little tipsy" France stated plainly, looking away from the road for a second.

"Germany is going to kill me if he finds out she's drunk!" Prussia moaned, raking his hands threw his snow white hair.

"Bubbly bubbles" Amelia giggled. They parked and Amelia made it to her seat. Well of course they didn't make it inside without Amelia almost falling flat on her face, apologizing to random objects, and giggling randomly. Prussia had to clamp a hand over her mouth because the three were starting get turned on. Who knew innocent laughter could be so damn sexy and alluring.

Spain led her over to a seat and placed Maple in her arms.

"Stay quiet, chica and you'll be fine"

Everyone stared at Amelia as she sat in her seat, muttering nonsense and giggling madly.

"Are you alright, Love?" England asked. Amelia nodded and continued playing with her hair.

"What did the Potato bastard number two do?"

"STRIPES GET YO ASS OVER HERE!" She yelled abruptly. Stripes obediently walked over to her.

"Yes, all mighty drunk one?" He chuckled.

"Party lights" she whispered. Stripes grinned, his whole body shaking in excitement.

"YESSS!" He shouted, running out of the room. The Nation's shook their heads and continued on with whatever they were previously discussing.

"What smells like...beer?" Germany whispered, sniffing about. Amelia giggled and ducked under the table when Germany looked at her from across the table. Amelia giggled childishly from under the table.

"What did you do, Prussia?" Germany glared at the Albino.

"You have so much faith in-" He stopped in mid sentence as the lights blinked off.

"Uh...?" Everyone stared at the lights in confusion.

"PARTY!" Stripes yelled triumphantly, riding upon Gilibird. Kumajiro and Flying Mint Bunny were grinning widely as well. The lights came back except they were neon colors and there was music blasting from God knows where.

"YEAH!" America shouted fistpumping and dancing wildly upon the table. The other Nation's shrugged and joined the American. Amelia popped out from under the table and rushed over to Germany.

"Let's dance!" She grabbed his hands and jumped on top the table.

"You smell like..Beer!" Germany exclaimed, dancing with the brunette.

"BEER!" Prussia yelled excitedly as a large cow pulled in a wagon full of beer inside the meeting room. Germany and a couple of other Nation's rushed over to the wagon. Spain ran up to Amelia and grabbed her around the waist.

"Let's dance, Chica!" He spun her and twirled her, making her giggle adorably. After the song was over he smiled.

"That was fun!" He laughed with a good natured smile. He ran off and started throwing tomatoes at France.

"My Hair!" He shouted and chucked a tomato at Spain. It hit Spain right between the eyes with a loud splat. They both laughed and continued throwing random vegetables.

"Canada!" Amelia shouted at the silent Nation who was sitting by himself in the corner. Canada shyly wandered over to the bubbly brunette.

"Yes?" He asked. The smell of blueberries and beer radiating off her.

"Dance with me?" Canada smiled and pulled Amelia on top of the table.

"Gonna rock n roll all niiiight!" Amelia sang. Canada laughed and Amelia soon joined him.

Amelia giggled, as Canada daringly tossed her up in the air.

"Waffles!" Amelia spread out her wings and floated gracefully into Canada's open arms.

"Waffles!" Belgium shouted from somewhere around the room.

Canada noticed that Amelia was starting to get a little tired so they both climbed off the table.

"I feel a little funny" Amelia hiccupped, fainting in his arms. He gasped and carried her limp body to a nearby chair.

"Where's Germany!?" He looked about frantically; not noticing a medium sized purple polar bear tossing aside Maple and crawling into Amelia's arms.

"Maple" It whispered, closing it's sparkling brown eyes and taking a motionless position.

"Germany!" Canada shook the man's shoulder, but he paid no heed and continued gulping as many cans possible.

"GO! GO! Chug 'em cans!" His audience chanted. Canada gave up trying to get the man's attention and rushed over to the brunette.

"Maple..Kitty...Canada...King of cuties" She mumbled in her sleep. Canada looked about the room and spotted America passed out. 'He never could make it past more than five cans' He thought, smirking.

"Might as well take the two home" Canada sighed. The Canadian hauled them both into his car (He had a hard time handling Amelia's wings though) and began the journey towards his house.

Me: I won't be able to post up any more author notes unless I have extra time )': Sorry guys DX

Erik2: Stupid school…

Me: I was only able to type this up real quick in the morning. School hasn't let me enough time to type.