"This is your room sir." the guard said, as we approached my room.

The door was just a plain wooden door, unlike almost every other door in this cursed palace. "Thank you, but, before you go, may I ask where my soilders are?" I asked calmly.

I noticed the guard had kept his hand on his word hilt the whole way up here. He must have heard of the skirmish between me in Poland in the feilds I guessed. The guard shrugged. "Down at the pub in town I guess. every soilder goes there, I'm heading there after you go to your room."

I nodded. "May I go aswell? I would enjoy a drink or two." I said.

The guard stared at me. "You would like to go to a pub with soilders sir?" he asked, as if he's never heard this before.

I grinned. "I am but a soilder aswell. Come, show me this pub of yours." I said, and pounded him on the back.

The guard grinned back. "Alright sir. I just hope us commoners aren't to boring for royalty like yourself."

I laughed. "Trust me lad. The only thing that bores me is politics and what not."

We conversed all the way to the pub, where we joined my men, and some other royal guards. My men seemed perfectly at ease with me being there, but the other men were bowing to me. I laughed. "No need to bow before me lads. I'm just like you lads, come let us drink." I said, and they led me over to their table, and called for drinks.

"And then I chased that damn French soilder back to France." I finished the story, and my fourth mug of beer.

The men laughed, and cheered. I smiled, I haven't been able to relax like this in awhile. "Do you like wine sir?" one of them called.

I hiccuped, then waved my hand. "That's piss water. I don't know how the French and royalty stand it." I slurred.

The men laughed again, and one slapped me on the back. "Spoken like a true man sir."

"Oi! Boys! Shouldn't you be gettin' back to the palace?" a man called, and crossed his arms.

"But Albin!"

"No buts. We're closin'." he growled, and jerked his thumb toward the door.

The men and I groand, but left. When we got back to the palace, the men staggered to their quarters. I tried to remember where my quarters was. When I did remember where they were, I staggered all the way up the winding staircase, and when I found my door, I slumped against it. "What the hell are you doing?" a voice asked rudley behind me.

I turned, and saw Poland. In a nightgown. I frowned, then, just to mess with him, think he was a girl. "Well, 'ello miss." I grinned, and stood up shakily.

Poland glared at me. "You know who it is Lithuania." he growled.

"Well miss. You have an awfully deep voice for a girl. But, I like it." I grinned, and wobbled toward him.

"What are you-?"

I slung an arm around his shoulders. "How about I take you to my room?" I hiccuped.

"You pig! You're drunk!" Poland snarled, and moved away from me.

My arm now hung at my side. "Now miss-."

"I am not a miss." he growled.

"Whatever you say," I shrugged, then glanced at my door. "You mind helping me open my door though? I can't really see strait."

Poland huffed, then reluctently walked over to the door, and opened it for me. "There. Now, go to bed. We have a lot of things to take care of tomorrow." Poland ordered.

"Thank ya," I hiccuped, then staggered over to my door, and before I closed it, I looked at Poland and grinned. "You know I knew it was you all along right Poland? I'm not that drunk." I said. Before Poland could ever react, I shut the door.

"Lithuania! Wake up! We have to go through documents together!" Poland shouted through the heavy wooden door, and pounded on it for good measure I guess.

I groaned, and pulled the pillow over my head. "I'll be out in a bit!" I called, my voice muffled by the pillow.

"No, you have to be out now Liet!" he called.

I lifted my head away from the pillow, and stared at the door with a puzzeled look on my face. Did he just call me Liet? Short of Lietuva?

I got out of the bed and was about to put a tunic on when Poland barged through the door. I paused, and had my tunic in my hand. He stared at me, which I found very uncomfortable. I saw a blush creep onto his face, and I felt my face redden. He straitened up, coughed. "I'm sorry. I expect you to be out in a minuet." he said, and turned heel and left. I stared after him, then quickly threw on my tunic, and tied back my hair.

I left the room, and closed the door behind me, I hurried into the conferance room, and saw Poland waiting for me. "Sorry." I said, and sat down across from him.

He nodded, and picked up a document. "Now, this is the treaty that you and I have to sign so that we can offically become a commonwealth," he explained, and laid it down in front of me, with an ink plume and ink. "Sign."

I frowned, and looked at Poland. "Why me first?" I asked.

Poland grinned. "Because you need money, I need a stronger army. I think you need this more than I do. I already have a pretty strong army, but you, have little to no money." he said, and leaned back in his chair.

I frowned. He was right, I needed money. But, he did not have a strong army. His ass would get kicked all the way across Europe. He's just lucky he's not involved in any wars.

I sighed. "Alright." I grumbled, and signed my name and country:

Toris Laurinaitis The Grand Duchy of Lithuania

Poland nodded, then signed his name and country:

Feliks Łukasiewicz Poland

"Good. Now, we just need to let our leaders know that we both agree to this commonwealth." he said, and left, with the document.

I sighed, and wondered what to do.

I remembered a training feild on my way here. I quickly went up to my quarters to grab my sword.

I sliced though the last straw dummy. I stood there, and let my sword arm fall to my side, letting the sword tip graze the grass. I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand.

I heard clapping behind me. I turned to see Poland, grinning.

"Not bad Liet."

I frowned. "Not bad?" I said, and hefted the sword.

"Well, better than not bad I guess. It was good actually." he said, and approached me.

"Well, what did your prince say?" I asked, and sheathed my sword.

"He agreed, not you have to send a letter to your prince, I'll have one of my guards deliver it personally." he said.

"Yes, thank you. I'll do that right away." I said, and hurried back to the castle. But I already knew what the prince was going to say.

Yes.

I was no longer an independant country.

Author's Note:

Decided to have some fun and get Lithuania drunk. It was fun writing him being drunk, and stuff.

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