Okay, it's back to Dalibora's P.O.V. Here's a little key for human names.

Arthur=England

Alfred=America

Roderich=Austria

Abby=well, no one really knows, but some say she's possibly the kingdom of Narnia. She lives at England's house.

Mackenzie=that one person who refuses to watch Hetalia but is a character anyway because I feel like

The little girl=future Kingdom of Walachia (Micronation). My little sister in the story and real life, (yes fanfiction readers/writers, there is such a thing as real life

Feliciano=Italy

Ludwig=Germany

Gilbert=Prussia

Elizaveta=Hungary

Colin=an obnoxious boy who is virtually invincible. He is said to be the future nation of Panem, but nothing is certain for sure. Alfred is his father.

Again I must apologize for excessive use of alcohol (darn you fairy!), Abby's British mouth, and France in general. I try my best not to make France too inappropriate.

As I'm taking a walk through the Czech countryside with Mackenzie, there's a rustle in the nearby grass. We go over to investigate, to find a little girl with tan skin and big, brown eyes looking at me. "Awwwww! She's so cute!" Mackenzie squeals, picking the little girl in her arms. "She must be a new nation- your little sister!" This isn't good at all. My country is known for producing guns and beer. It's right under Switzerland in the weapon trade. If she gets exposed to that at a young age, she might become as cocky as my father.

"She can live with me." I say, faking a smile. How hard can raising a kid be? Arthur's been doing it for centuries, even though he desperately fails (i.e. America, Sealand, etc).

"You sure you can do this?" Mackenzie asks. She knows how I feel about children.

"Yes, of course."

"Fine. Just don't let her spend too much time in Bohemia, ok? I don't want her turning into a hippie."

"Okay..." I mutter, taking the girl out of Mack's arms as we head home. I'm probably going to regret this later on.

Arthur opens the door of his mansion, only to be shocked by the little child standing beside me. He welcomes us in, summoning Abby to distract the child long enough for the Brit to talk to me.

"Where did you find her? You're still a young nation and shouldn't have the responsibility of raising a mere child!" Arthur doesn't seem to be taking this as well as I thought he would.

"I was just wondering what I should do with her, Iggy. I wasn't planning on raising her myself, or letting you take care of her. No offense, but you're a fail at raising children."

"Unfortunately, I am aware of that. My suggestion is that you give her to a caretaker that will raise her for the time being. Just avoid anybody that you think will raise her wrong."

"Great idea. I'll ask Roderich to take care of her. Maybe she'll turn out proper and composed."

"And then everybody can go out for a drink afterwards!" Abby cheers. Turns out, she put a sleeping charm on the kid, and listened to our conversation.

"I suppose we can all go out for a drink when it's all done with." Arthur sighed. It's been awhile since he's had a night out, and Alfred has recovered since Abby's trip to Hawaii. I take the sleeping child, and carry her out of the house, heading to Roderich's manor.

At Roderich's house...

"So you want me to raise her, like I did Feliciano? You know I expect something in return for doing this." the Austrian says calmly, but with a slight smirk on his face. I was expecting this answer from him. He knows how to get what he wants when he wants it. I take the notebook out of my bag, revealing rare copies of sheet music by the Beatles. Roderich has been interested in more modern pieces of music lately (I know the Beatles aren't that modern, and that half of them are dead, but don't deny that they're a British legend), and I talked Arthur into giving me these special copies of music back in the sixties

"You may be interested in this." I say, hesitant to give him my treasured possessions. At least I still have my Rolling Stones sheet music before I have to make another deal with that aristocrat. He takes the music, examining it to make sure it's authentic.

"She can stay until she's old enough to be on her own."

Arthur, Feliciano, Ludwig, Gilbert, Elizaveta, Hailey, Abby, Francis, and I are all sitting at a booth table in a bar. This wasn't the normal bar though, this fine facility is the best you can get in Prague, and all of the country (if not the world). Czechoslovakia is the country that produces the most beer, and is also famous for numerous other beverages I've recently concocted. We all are served a large mug of beer, and Feliciano exclaims "Yayyyy! Let's get drunk!"

Ludwig pulls him out of his chair and puts him in a headlock. "WHAT DID TELL YOU ABOUT BEING SUCH AN IDIOT?"

"Ve~ I'm sorry Germany! Don't kill me!" the little Italian screams in fear. Arthur pushes his drink away, because that's the thing he wants to avoid. Francis scoots closer to Hailey, and slowly wraps his arm around her waist, a small "Onhonhon" escaping his lips.

"GET YOUR GRUBBY LITTLE HANDS OFF MY FRIEND YOU FROG! A HOBKNOCKER LIKE YOU HAS NO CHANCE WITH HER!" Abby screams in anger, at the Frenchman, Arthur chuckling in the background. As for my parents, my mother has her skillet ready to hit her husband when he tries to force people to drink more beer. He says it's a "Prussian custom" to do so, but really he's just full of crap.

The chaos continues, when Alfred and Colin walk into it, cracking up at it all. It may be a good time to get everybody quiet. "Hey Iggy. I know you don't want anything to drink, but you just have to try a green fairy. It's a special Bohemian drink, a personal favorite of mine." I say, the others stopping where they are at the words "green fairy".

"Ze Absinthe? Non, it's an evil drink! I had to ban it in my country because it killed thousands of my people! Arthur won't be able to even get it down!" Francis says in a cocky but slightly concerned tone.

"Well if you don't think I can handle it... Gwendolyn, it would be pleasure if you could get me one of those 'green fairies'." Arthur says, a smug grin on his face.

"Make that two." Hailey adds, to Francis' dismay.

"I bet the HERO over here can drink it too!" Colin bellows out, louder than usual.

"Thanks for acknowledging me squirt! I'll have one!" Alfred laughs, patting the

agitated Colin on the head.

"Why don't you just order the bloody drink for the whole table other than the wanker next to me." Abby half grumbles- half shouts, motioning to Francis, who is currently making out with Hailey. The Brit smashes her glass on his head, making him pass out.

I go over to the bartender and apologize for the madness, also ordering the Bohemian classic for only Arthur, Hailey, and myself. The rest of them I know have some sort of ban on it, or couldn't handle even a sip of the fairy. When I bring the drinks back, everybody is sitting down for once, waiting to see Arthur drink it. As soon as he takes a sip, he calms down more than I've ever seen him. It doesn't last long, because after a few more sips, he starts to chatter with a few of his imaginary friends. He still keeps a calm composure even though he's talking to air.

The night continues with no chaos, other than one more argument between Abby and Francis:

Abby: Why do you like her so much? You don't deserve her.

Francis: I know.

Abby: And- wait, what did you say?

Francis: I said I don't deserve her! Now shut up you secousse!

Abby: She also wants to stay faithful to Joe, her sexy cowboy boyfriend! (Alfred smirks as if saying "Cowboys are beast, and way cooler than Frenchie!")

Hailey: Um, guys? I'm right here you know. And Joe's been dead since 1991. Can you please stop fighting over me?

Francis: (to Abby) I'd rather discuss this with you another time moi cherrie. But now, Hailey and I are going home. (Hailey and Francis stand up and leave the building.)

Abby: (mutters very colorful words under her breath, towards Francis)

It makes me wonder about the relationship status between Hailey and Francis.

It's getting late, so everybody starts to leave, other than Arthur, Alfred, and myself. I order Arthur another green fairy, and sit down. "You brought the little girl to Roderich's house? Did he agree to take her" Arthur asks curiously.

"Yes, he agreed to take her until she could live on her own, but for a price." I answer, the Brit with a slightly questionable look on his face. "I had to give him some of my old sheet music, which you gave me years ago."

Arthur tries to get angry, but the alcohol prevents him from doing so. It's times like this that I love the Bohemians. Eventually, he passes out, and Alfred has to carry him out to the pub. Colin follows out after. The night is over at last.

And this is why you don't take a bunch of nations to a bar. Ever.

Historical background and authors notes:

The Kingdom of Walachia is a micronation in the northeastern region of the Czech Republic. This chapter was supposed to be more about the little girl, but I got carried away after Italy's remark. There will be more on her later. Maybe.

The green fairy (or absinthe) is a highly alcoholic drink that contains traces of a highly addictive psychoactive drug by the name of thujone. It's named for its foggy, green appearance. After it killed a few thousand French people, a bunch of countries banned it (excluding England, because it was never really big there to start out with).

Years later, most of the bans were lifted, and Czech took the chance to sell the drink to the British, where it became a hit. Now it is becoming popular in France again, along with the other countries.

Ok, my ideas are dwindling as I'm writing this, so message me if you have any suggestions.