That Curl

Chapter Six: In Which Canada Is Really, Really Drunk

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers. Achoo.

A/N: Thanks to SetoJouFan for giving me this idea, and to Zerotation for cementing the inspiration for this chapter. ~ Oh, also. This chapter is not fully connected to the other one-shots, so…slightly different pairings.

Canada, Greece, Austria, Norway and America sat around a table, discussing their lives. The passing conversation was loud and rowdy, but eventually lowered as the evening went on.

"And, and…it's just awful!" Canada finished, much too drunk to know what he was talking about.

His face was filled with a cute blush, and his head hummed pleasantly. He slumped down in his seat giggling a little at nothing.

Norway was leaning on him. "You know what else is awful?" He asked Canada with a slightly intoxicated lilt to his voice.

"W-What?" Canada asked. Norway was a bit too close to his curl for his comfort.

"Denmark." Norway answered, looking deadly serious even while on what must have been his seventh glass.

"Okay." The Canadian breathed, staring at the light-bulb with wonder. How did it do that?

"It's really awful though." Norway said, trying to sound scary, and failing greatly.

"Why?" Asked the wavy haired nation, yawning.

"He's like a freight train."

"Eh?"

"I mean in the bedroom." Everyone at the table paused.

"He just doesn't stop with the curl." Norway continued, eyes narrowing.

"Oh, yeah. Gilbert does that too."

"I mean, it's an easy way to start, but it's not a button, y'know?"

"Yeah!" Canada squeaked, swaying to an imaginary beat.

"Really?" America asked, more smashed than either of them. "I didn't know it was that bad. England just uses mine when he's drunk or trying to get me to listen."

America smirked.

"Either way, he still gets himself fucked."

He snickered to himself in the corner, while Norway stared impassively and Canada looked suitably shocked.

Austria joined the conversation, still attempting to keep his dignity while the wine rushed to his head.

"I think that you shouldn't be talking about this in such a place." He slurred, keeping his eyes steady the four Canada's and Norway's.

"Ehh, like your any better." Canada muttered drunkly. "You're sleeping with Switzerland, right?"

Austria went red. "What gave you that idea?!" He half-shouted.

Norway stared at him. "Your face."

Austria 'hmped' and turned away unsteadily.

Greece looked at them smiling his usual smile.

"It's worse for me, though." He told them, steady and seemingly sober.

Norway frowned. "How are you not dead? And what do you mean, worse? What's worse that having your curl played with all the time?"

"Turkey thinking it's funny and doing it in public all the time if you don't stop him." Greece answered. "Also, I have had just as much as you. I just have a high tolerance from Turkey trying to get me drunk and into my pants." He lazily petted one of his cats that he had somehow smuggled into the bar.

"Eh. I guess you got it hard, eh…" Canada said, stumbling over and giving the Greek a hug, nearly falling over.

The Greek man started petting Canada's head instead of the cat, humming lightly.

"I think you've had enough." He told Matthew, smiling.

"O…ka-y." Matthew said, half-sleeping from the relaxing humming.

America called England, and England picked him up. Soon after, almost everyone had left except Norway and Canada.

"I'll… see you soon?" Canada offered.

Norway nodded; a tiny smile on his face.

Moments later, Norway's cab came.

With Norway gone, Canada was all alone.

Going into the empty bathroom, Canada pulled out his cell-phone and called for Prussia to pick him up.

"Hey…Prussia?" He asked the phone.

"Hey Mattie!" The phone answered Gilbert's cheerful, loud voice loud on the receiver.

"Can…Can you pick me up? I'm at the bar, and everyone's gone now."

"Okay! The awesomeness will see you soon!" Prussia boomed, happily.

"Oh yeah, Prussia?" Canada asked, remembering his conversation with Norway.

"Hmm?" Canada could hear the chirping of Prussia's chick in the background.

"When I get home, can we have sex?"

Canada heard the sound of an angry man yelling, a cat screeching, and a window smashing.

"Definitely!" Prussia screamed into the phone, most definitely over the speed limit.

Canada smiled as he flipped the phone shut. Now, he knew Prussia would be here soon.

Very, very soon.

A/N: Like? Next chapter: Undecided, sorry guys.