A/N: Mainly crack. Sorta. I don't really know since I wrote this in about thirty minutes.

Maybe I'll continue with this…

Disclaimer: don't own Hetalia.

It was the middle of the night when America's phone rang. The Avengers Theme blasted throughout his room, startling him awake. Groaning, he dug his head further into the pillow, hoping to block out the noise. No luck. The tune kept going on and on and on. "I'm gonna kill whoever's calling me," he mumbled, rolling out of bed.

Eyesight blurry, he had to fumble around in the dark for a moment or two before he found the source of the music. America blinked a few times, mind not comprehending (or for the matter seeing, since he didn't have Texas on) the words on the screen. But he pressed answer anyway, because it might be his boss alerting him of a Code Red. "Hello…?" He grumbled, voice rough from sleep.

"Amerika?" A voice slurred.

"Fuck. Russia, if you're calling me again I swear to god I will bomb the shit outta you."

A pause. Then a laugh rang from the other side of the line, sounding oddly like Prussia's.

"What the hell, man? It's two in the morning! Stop calling me this late!" America exclaimed.

"Ich mach nur Spaß," Germany's voice said now. It sounded like he was giggling and slurring his words too. Which was totally out of character for him.

"Germany? Bro, are you drunk?!"

"Five glasses of beer does't makeme drunk."

"Pretty sure it does, especially if you're in Bavaria. But look dude, I'm going to go now –"

"Wait! I must tell you something."

America sighed and collapsed back onto his bed. Rubbing his eyes, he obliged, "Shoot."

"I love you."

Yep, America thought. Totally drunk off his ass. "'Kay dude. Got it."

"Nein! I really, really love you."

"And you're also really, really drunk."

Germany hummed. "Ich liebe dich."

"Yes I know. Night, Germany. Make sure to drink water in the morning." Before anything stranger transpired, America ended the call. He won't remember anything, he thought as he closed his eyes. He'll forget about it.

The next World Meeting proved America wrong, however. Germany wouldn't look in America's direction or talk to him, which was odd. He seemed defeated and embarrassed too. And that's when America realized that perhaps Germany hadn't been intoxicated enough to forget.

Face glowing red, America looked down at his papers and covered his mouth. Oh. Shit.

Translations:

Ich mach nur Spaß – I'm just kidding (German)

Ich liebe dich – I love you [romantically] (German)