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ALICE P.O.V
Nothing is wrong in a physical sense. Everything is normal, so why do I feel a sense of foreboding? I glance around, just as Spring crashes into the room. I glare at Britain, who must have called her. I sigh and watch as Sprig literally tackles down Denmark. She's got Denmark blond hair which sticks up everywhere, a kind of blue-purple-green mix eye color and is a C-cup. She hates wearing skirts and shit, so if you ever see a person that looks like Fem Denmark, then you've met Spring. She squeezes the life outta Denmark who is slowly turning purple. Norway watches with amusement as she nearly chokes him to death. Then, she sits up and says,"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME EARLIER?!" It claws at my eardrums since she is basically a fem Denmark and therefor has his obnoxiously loud voice. I screech at her to shut up. She stares at me with a mystery emotion before turning back to Denmark. She squeals happily and say that they absolutely MUST go out drinking. He agrees so quickly, Spring has just finished her sentence. I sigh and say I'm going with cause the last thing we need is a drunk driver.
The bar is one I've been to many times with Britain when the Nordics were missing. He, America, Prussia and Spring got as drunk as humanely possible. That's how I gave my first kiss to Britain. Well, today it was even louder and noisier. The bartender, Junta lightened up considerably at who came through the door. He served the first round on the house. "Bottoms up!" they all shouted. And so began the festivities. Eventually, I was only drinking water, trying not to scream at all of them. Even NORWAY and SWEDEN had drank so much, it was beyond drunk. I was watching them to make sure they wouldn't start to strip or something, because that really did happen once. The pile of bottles grew larger and larger, scaring me more and more. Various beer bottles, wine bottles and even VODKA bottles littered the floor. I am 20, so technically not allowed to drink Spring turned 21 a few months ago and has been using that time to the max in order to "train" for the day Denmark came back, to challenge him into a drinking contest. And...
Oh, shit. She's challenging him now. He can drink the weight of all the Nordics in beer, but Spring... I shudder a bit, remembering the time she drank the combined weight of the Allies, Axis Powers, and ALL the Asian countries with her own weight. ALL that in VODKA!
And now the countries are dropping like flies, passing out on the table. I ask Junta to watch them while I slowly drag them into my car, which is technically a mini limo. It seats roughly 30 people comfortably, and 60 if we squeeze in. Every time I come back, the mountain of bottles has grown. And each time, I feel a disturbance in the drinking zone. I watch as the contest continues and drink a little tea to clam my nerves. My thoughts stray to the notes. Sure, they were short, but they sent an obvious message. This guys good, he knows how to watch us and is quite the escapist. My aim is even better than Finland's, since I've fought so many wars on every side, but I couldn't hit him. Then a thud brings my attention back and it's...
LEAVING YOU WITH A CLIFFY! I lied about the IcelandxOC and Sufin, but I promise next chapter. Guess who won!
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-Alice Night