Germany hissed when she woke up to the sun shining in her face. Her head hurt and her stomach wasn't sitting well. She looked around the room and saw that she was alone. Either France slept in the guest room or he had gotten up, she looked that the clock and saw it was 1:00 in the afternoon so the latter was the answer. She sat there for a minute trying to get her thoughts in order but then she jumped up and out of bed to go to the bathroom and empty out her stomach. Thank god she had short hair so she didn't have to worry about it getting in her way. After she finished she felt a little relieved but her head was killing her. She was never going to drink again. What happened last night? She tried going over everything. Let's see, she was dancing with France, after she finished she went outside because she needed to cool down, America came outside, they talked, America kissed her. America kissed her. America kissed her! Oh god! What was she going to tell France? Germany got up from the toilet and paced back and forth. Germany needed to tell France, but how? She could tell him he kissed her because that's what happened, he had her up against the wall and forced her into the kiss. Would France believe that? It was the truth, whether he believed it or not it didn't matter because at least she told him.

"I need to take shower first."

America just finished throwing up and was brushing his teeth. His head hurt and he was trying to piece together what happened last night. He remembered drinking at the bar, watching everybody have fun, he watched Germany dance which was nice to see, he watched her go outside, he followed, they talked, he kissed her. A smile appeared on his face.

"I don't want to kiss you, I want France!" The smile disappeared.

"Because he's my boyfriend and you're not!" France and Germany were a couple, great just great. He kissed his friend's girlfriend. He had mixed emotions about it, on one hand he felt bad because that's his friend's girlfriend but but on the other way he was feeling some type of way about Germany. He was kind of glad that he kissed her. But how was going to face France and Germany now? Germany will probably look at him differently now. France probably knows now because Germany probably told him so he'll probably not trust him or he doesn't know. Either way it's going to be hard being around them.

"Fuck!"

"He what!" France yelled causing people to look at them. They were taking a walk in the park when Germany decided to tell France about last night.

"He kissed me. I didn't want to do it but he forced me. He was going to do it again but he when I told him about us he backed off." Germany explained. France didn't know how to respond, how could America do that?

"France? France are you okay?" France snapped out his thoughts and looked at Germany.

"Yeah, I'm fine." France was going to have a talk with America.

"You did what?" Canada asked. America had invited Canada over because he needed to tell somebody about the incident.

"I kissed Germany." There was silence as Canada was processing this information.

"Why?" Was the only thing he had as a response.

"I don't know why, but the weird thing is I don't feel guilty about it." Canada was silent again.

"I know it's wrong of me to kiss her but I don't feel bad about it, I kind of liked it."

"America!" Canada finally spoke.

"What?"

"Stop." America didn't say anything but he was confused.

"What? I was jus-"

"Stop." Canada interrupted. There was silence for a while, Canada was sitting there with his hands in his lap looking at the table and America sat there with his arms crossed blushing.

"Hey Matt?"

"Hmm?"

"How long do you think their relationship is going to last?"

"America!" Was America serious? Was America really serious? Canada couldn't believe he still on them.

"Think about it, France likes to share his love so he could easily leave her for someone else and Germany has never been in love a relationship. He could break her heart."

"America, France is head over heels for that girl. He would never hurt her. I believe their relationship will last for long time." America didn't say anything.

"And stop thinking hard about this. The kiss was meaningless, you two were both drunk. You don't really have feelings for her, after a week you'll be over it." America nodded.

"I guess you're right, hey you wanna order a pizza?"

"I am right and sure I'll have some pizza."

A little chapter for you guys! I have a great idea for the next chapter and it involves America, Prussia and beer! I hope you guys like it and thanks for reading!