"For godsakes Germany, do we have to go through this every time!" It was the same situation as before. Germany locked herself in the bathroom while Hungary begged her to come out and put the outfit on.

"Why do you keep picking out these inappropriate outfits?" Germany sat in a corner in the bathroom hugging her knees to her chest.

"It's cute! Come on Germany, France is waiting!" There was silence and Hungary knew she won. Germany unlocked the door and came out. Hungary handed her the outfit and she put it on.

"You look sexy!" Hungary commented and Germany blushed.

"Sh-Shut up!" Germany was wearing a black Winter's Bird Bra, a Camo jacket, leather pants, black Timberlands and a black beanie that said FAMOUS. Hungary and Germany went downstairs to see Prussia and France waiting for them at the door.

"Sorry for holding you up. We were having trouble with the outfit." Hungary explained. Prussia and France looked at Germany's outfit and went wide-eyed.

"How did you get her to wear this?" Prussia asked amazed.

"I got that charm." Hungary answered. Prussia and Hungary looked at France wondering why he wasn't saying anything. France was too busy checking out Germany to say anything but one word.

"Wow."

Germany thought that she wasn't going to have fun, but she was wrong. At first when France wanted her to dance with him she was scared but after a while she was grinding up on him. France was shocked at first because he never thought Germany would do something like this but he was impressed at the same time. After a 45 minutes other countries arrived at the club and they couldn't believe it when they saw Germany. She was dancing, laughing and smiling. America was at the bar watching as Germany danced. He had downed shot after shot and his vision was getting blurry, but he was pretty sure Germany just left the club. America decided to go after her. When he went outside he saw her leaning back on a wall. He walked over and stood in front of her.

"Hey!" America yelled. Germany looked confused.

"Hey..." Germany could smell the alcohol on him ans she knew that could only mean one thing. He was drunk. Germany didn't know how he acted when he was drunk. Was he the emotional type? Was he the aggressive type? The last thought scared her, he is a superpower and he could lift a fucking car! America advanced closer to Germany filling the space between them. Germany tried moving backwards even though she was just pressing more against the wall. America smirked and put his hands on her hips.

"You look hot." He growled in her ear.

"America get o-" She was interrupted by America kissing her on the lips. She was shocked at first but came to her senses. She pushed him off and slapped him. America was shocked before anger flooded inside of him. He reeled his arm back and punched her.

"What the fuck!" America roared. Germany coward against the wall.

"America please calm down, you're drunk." America punched the wall causing whole to appear next to her head.

"You can't tell me what to do!" America hissed then captured Germany in a forceful kiss. Germany tried pushing him off but he wouldn't budge. America pulled away with a smirk on his face. Germany put her hand over her mouth.

"Was that so bad." Germany didn't move didn't speak, she kept her hand over her mouth and started to shake.

"Answer me." Germany didn't respond.

"I said answer me!" When Germany didn't responed America yanked her hand away from her mouth and pinned it against the wall.

"Answer the fucking question!" Germany didn't respond, she could only shake. She didn't like the kiss, she didn't want to kiss him, she wanted to kiss France. France! Where was France? She needed France. America got tired of the quiet and slapped her.

"Answer the fucking question!" America hissed.

"I-I-I-" Germany tried.

"I what!" America squeezed her hip and she winced.

"I-I didn't like it." There was silence. America's grip on her him was unbearable, she could feel the tears on the brim of her eyes.

"You didn't like it? That's okay, we'll just have to try again." America leaned in for another kiss but Germany moved her head in time for America to kiss the wall.

"Stop, i don't want to kiss you. I want France." America was shocked at first but then he was amused.

"Why France and not me?"

"Because he's my boyfriend and you're not." The amusement drained from him and shock filled him, it took a while for his drunk mind to process the information.

"Wait so you're in a relationship?" Germany nodded. America let her go and backed up.

"With France?" Germany nodded again.

"Hey, what's going on out here?" They turned to see France standing in the doorway. America watched as Germany ran over to France and gave him a kiss.

"Nothing's going on." Germany explained.

"Okay then, come on back inside." France pulled Germany back into the leaving America outside by himself.

"Be careful, I don't want you to drop her." France said to Prussia who was carrying a drunk and passed out Germany.

"I'm not going to drop her and will you be quiet, you're going to wake her up!" Prussia hissed.

"You're being loud too!" France hissed back. When they finally made it to Germany's room Prussia gently laid her on the bed. France took his and her shoes off and got into bed with her. Germany immediately snuggled into France and he could only chuckle at the action.

"Goodnight France." Prussia said in the doorway.

"Goodnight Prussia." Prussia left and closed the door behind him.

"Goodnight Germany." All he got was a snore in response.

This isn't the best chapter I wrote. I didn't really have any ideas for this chapter. I have something special saved for the siblings later in the story. Thanks for reading!