Prussia- Right so I'm supposed to say the disclaimer?

Germany- yes bruder

Prussia- Alright, I am awesome. End of story.

Germany-THAT'S NOT THE BLODDY DISCLAIMER!

England- 'Bloody' is copyright by me.

Germany- *calms self* Hetaliashadow does not own Hetalia. My bruder is an idiot. I'll sell him to you!

This fic is dedicated to EeveeLuver

Chapter 9

The party was going pretty crazy. Germany had gotten a few beers… well a few beers to him, meaning roughly 30. So he was dancing with Italy, like an idiot to Remember the Name by Fort Minor. Romano was glaring at him, but also checking out Spain's ass since he was dancing. Ivan was running around, vodka bottle in each hand crying. Natalia was chasing him glowing with purple fire and yelling,

"Brother I'll become one with you! I love yooooooou!"

Alfred was holding two cups of rum in his hands looking for England. He found Iggy talking to Feliks.

"So who made the churros?" England asked.

"Oh Spain, Germany made the cake, and Italy made pasta."

They walked over to the table where Toris was standing.

"Why is there like seriously bullets on here?" Feliks asked Toris.

They were answer by several gun shots. Eduard stopped the music and everyone turned around. Vash, clearly drunk beyond reason had taken his rifle and shot at the ceiling.

"I'LL KILL THOSE DAMN GLITTERY BASTARDS!" Vash was yelling reloading.

The specks of light from the disco ball were apparently 'those glittery bastards.'

Italy hid behind Germany, Romano whimpered. Canada went to hid by a nearly drunk Gilbert and Mathis.

Poland started ranting "That's like totally un-cool! I just had Germany fix my door now he has to fix my ceiling too? What is like seriously wrong with you?"

"When did I become your personal handy man?" Germany asked.

A drunken Mathis thought it would be a good idea to chuck an empty rum bottle at Vash. Prussia laughed like an idiot before dragging a smiling gangster Canada away.

"WHAT? SINCE WHEN WAS PRUSSIA HERE? WHAT THE HELL! I'M GONNA KILL HIM!" A possibly drunk Toris yelled drawing his sword.

While Feliks went to calm him down, Germany took Vash's gun away and he and Italy returned to dancing.

Mathis stumbled over to Norway.

"Aye No'wah! So I 'dink I beats Pr'ssia atz a 'inking contest! 'Aht bout a kiss for da winna?" Mathis stuttered and slurred.

"I need some more fucking aspirin" Norway said helping Mathis to a chair and taking the last one.

Meanwhile America was looking for Iggy, again. He saw him on the dance floor and ran over.

"Hey Arthur!" Alfred said.

England turned around and with a small gasp looked at Alfred's costume.

"… What are you supposed to be?" England asked.

"A spy… Iggy your pirate costume looks nice." Alfred said extending the rum to him.

"Hm. Well now that you've actually dressed nice, you look fine too."

"Thanks Iggy, uh do you want to dance maybe?" Alfred offered.

England nodded and they went onto the dance floor. Somewhere else Feliks had calmed down Liet.

"So we need to get Arthur drunk, then he can provide entertainment." Feliks said sipping some vodka.

Toris nodded and went over to England with Ever-clear (A/N so that's basically nearly pure alcohol)

"Here Arthur try this!"

Iggy drank it and took a few more glasses. He got a wild spark in his eye and then, Feliks saw it. The time to get the best entertainment ever.

He ran over to DJ Bock, as Estonia said to call him, and told him to play Anarchy in the UK by Sex Pistols (A/N its pretty awesome song)

When Iggy heard it he went into drunken singer mode. Conveniently placed by a possessed unicorn was a guitar, drum set, and mic. England began playing guitar and singing, Mathis joined on the drums, and somehow Germany got up there with Prussia and began dancing. Prussia found a bass guitar and stared playing that.

Japan began snapping pictures, Hungary got a nosebleed, Italy laughed watching Ludwig and Poland videotaped it.

Sweden was amused by this but kept his stoic face. Finland, who was drunk, went in Poland's linen closet, got red sheets, made a toga, and ran around screaming

"HO HO HO! YES I'M CALING YOU A HOE! NO, YOU DA HOE! UNIHOE! AH HA! WEEEEE!"

Berwald began chasing him but failed since Fin was smaller and could maneuver better.

Ivan was now outside, on Poland's room, looking down through the bullet holes to see what was going on. He was dressed as a panda. Natalia was stalking through the crowd still looking for him.

Switzy had begun drinking more and for some reason began staring at a dancing Spain.

Romano became pissed and ran over to Spain.

"Oh hola Roma!" Spain greeted.

"Dance with me tomato bastard." Romano responded.

Antonio smiled like usual and complied.

The night wore on, nations passed out over Poland's furniture and floor. Nations went and inhabited Poland's spare bedrooms, Norway had gone and bought more aspirin, Germany was now thoroughly humiliated but Italy made him feel better.

Prussia was missing as was Canada. Estonia had turned the music down, Mathis plugged the holes in the ceiling by standing on Norway's shoulders and jumping with a large sticky mass of something and slapping it over the holes.

England had gotten off stage and taken America somewhere.

And Feliks, he still had on his possessed unicorn costume and was hanging onto knight Toris.

"Wasn't that a party?" Feliks asked smiling.

Toris got a glint in his eye, one he never had unless at battle or ticked at Prussia.

"I don't believe the party is over Feliks. Not yet at least." he said pulling Feliks up the stairs and into this room.

Falke- Oh the suspense! Well won't Onee-chan Nightray have fun?

Germany- I can't believe I did that.

Prussia- I can't believe you tried to sell me!

Germany- Correction, are trying to sell you.

Prussia- That's why you got drunk, karma's a bitch!

Germany- Since when do you believe in karma?

Prussia- review please, reviews are awesome, and then karma won't be a bitch.

Germany- *face palm* I need more aspirin.

Onee-chan Nightray- what suspence?