Matthew walked through the surprisingly crowed and dimly lit bar, trying his best not to trip over the already mashed nations that collapsed earlier. He pushed his way toward the back of the bar where a lot more sober nations drank. Quickly spotting the German, he took a seat next to him.

"America?" Ludwig questioned cautiously. For some reason, Matthew felt the intense desire to wipe that smirk off the blonde but not because he mistook him for his brother. No, it just feels like Ludwig did something that the other person didn't like and was extremely proud about it. 'Arrogant bastard.'

Canada took a slow breath to calm down. 'Relax Matthew. Relax. You can control your Hockey Rage.' He thought reassuringly.

He cleared his voice, and changed his voice, which made the perfect Alfred impression. "Yeah."

"Are you going to release this 'vengeance' you announced earlier?" Germany laughed alluringly.

"Oh I will," Canada started as he ordered a drink from the bartender, "But first, since I'm the Lovely Hero, and you're the Perverted Villain I thought I'll let you have one more of those beloved beers of yours before that happens." Canada ignored the chuckle the other released and turned his attention to his drink.

On the other side of the bar, Prussia was talking to Antonio about why he should get a cat with rabies instead of chasing/stalking Romano. It was practically the same thing, except one would kill him and not care while the other would celebrate.

"B-But no cat can be as sweet as mi tomate!" The Spaniard cried passionately as he sprawled himself onto the little table that separated him from the albino.

Snickering, Gilbert commented, "He practically scratched your face to shreds Antonio! A cat can do that."

There was a short pause before a muffled reply of, "You just don't understand! Romano es especial!"

Throwing an absentminded 'Whatever' over his shoulder when he turned toward the bar, Gilbert took another chug of his beer. Looking around, he spotted his brother and—America? 'I thought he hates West now.'

He continued to watch as the bartender set another beer down in front of his brother. West turned his head when he heard his name being called from the deep recedes of the nest of drunken nations. West quickly got up and went into the drunken haze. Turning to see what America was doing, he saw the blonde put something into the German's drink and swirl it around to dissolve any trace of it. Quirking up a pale brow, Gilbert sat back into his seat as he watched West come back with a Feliciano who was nearly at tears.

Gilbert couldn't hear what their saying but he assumed that West chastised the Italian and told him to go find his brother. The Feliciano nodded his head and started to dash toward the exit. Keeping his gaze on the two blondes, the Prussian decided to get closers. Getting up, he ignored a cry that sounded like, "Oh, Dios mío! Usted está saliendo demasiado?" and took a seat that was 3 steps away from his target.

"Sorry about that." West said as he took his seat on the stool.

America took a drink from his beer. He snorted with, "There are plenty of other things for you to apologize for, rapist."

Prussia didn't miss the small up tug of his brother's lips quirking into a sly smile. ' Oooh West! Are you trying to tap that? I'm so proud!' He silently praised in his head as he wiped a tear from his eye. Not really caring what was going on now, he got up and went back over to the sobbing and probably drunk by now Spaniard.

Canada was having a hard time staying in character. Not because he never did this before, he has switched places with his brother hundreds of times. It's just the stuff he had to endure as his brother, such as, being hit for something 'he' did, getting yelled at, and being possibly arrested, but never had he have to be him when he was being sexually harassed. And he surprised himself that he didn't drown the sick German in his on beer. Sometimes he hates being a quiet, polite, and awesome Canadian.

That one comment when Germany said how cute and sexy America's reaction to the activity they did almost made him grab his hokey stick and beat him to death. Luckily (for Germany) Italy cried his name just before he was pushed further back into the cluster. Ludwig quickly dash after the fretful Italian. Swiftly, Canada tore open the small packet he was given and mixed the substance until there was no trace of it there. Setting the pint down just when the German pushed out of the cluster with a disheveled Feliciano.

Ignoring whatever Ludwig said to the shaking Italian, Matthew kept his eyes on the German's pint and the German, waiting anxiously.

Glancing toward the beer once more, he missed the smirked that played on the other's lips. As soon as he looked over again, he immediately made eye contact.

"Like what you see, liebe?"

Okay, that's it. Whatever happened next went by way too fast for the Canadian to accurately process. But from what he could register, his hockey stick was broken in three different places; everyone was silent in the bar, and what was currently happening.

He was shoving the tinted beer down Germany's throat, probably in hopes of him drowning. But since the German could handle beer in a much more violent way, he easily drank it all . . . and immediately lost conciseness. After the dull thud of the newest addition to the 'drunken nations on the floor club', the room went back into its own little world. Mourning over the death of his trusty hockey stick, Matthew quickly picked up the body (He loved how he got the satisfied feeling of saying that) turned toward the exit, which Gilbert was standing in front of.

'Maple.' he thought sourly, but he walked up toward the albino bravely.

As soon as the red eyed man took in the two of them, a perverted smirk crawled its way up his face. 'That's where he gets it from.' He thought sourly again as he shifted the German on his shoulder.

Standing there a bit longer, Prussia finally said, "Kessesese! Be gentle~!" And with that, he sauntered off.

A slightly evil smile tugged on the corners of the Canadian's lips just from the irony of the whole thing and walked out the door.

Now here we are once again. The adorable, kindhearted, and handsome Hero is once again under a very flustered and horny German. Did I mention I'm wearing maid out with cat ears I got from Japan? I bet I got your attention now.

It all started when Mattie dragged Germany out the bar. Smiling at him pleasantly, I took hold of the drugged German.

"Awesome job bro!" I said elated as I shifted the vaguely conscious Ludwig unto my shoulder for easier lifting.

"Uh-huh, take good care of him." (Are you sure you don't want me to 'help'?) My bro said sweetly.

Good thing I know passive aggression language.

"Yeah, thanks Mattie!" I said as I started to walk down toward the elevators. I paused slightly to throw a quick," You'll be the first one to get a copy of the pictures!"

Humming happily as I stepped into the elevator, I checked the little note the front desk lady was nice enough to write. ". . . 8th floor. " I said idly pressing the button. I continued to hum.

At the time, just thinking about the German's reaction gave me a very satisfying feeling in my stomach. The satisfying feeling you get you finally let something out. And just how amazing will it feel to actually feel that sensation first hand, over and over again, thanks to the numerous pictures I'll make sure to take.

Mistake number One: Actually thinking this would work.

The elevator's doors opened with a cheery 'ding '. I walked out and made a quick left when I heard someone coming. Glancing around the corner, it was only England and France. Wait . . . That was bad. Oh god, I could live with England about this but France? FRANCE? He would hold a freaking party to tell everyone 'l'Amérique has finally grabbed amour by its leg! He made even more with Allemagne last night! I'm so proud!'

America grimaced from the probability of that happening which was too high for his liking. Looking around the corner again, I anxiously waited for the familiar 'ding ' of the elevator doors opening and the talking to be muffled by the same doors. When that finally happened, I darted across the hall than stopped in my tracks to look at a door. Making sure it was the right door, I quickly knocked. Not a minute later the door creaked slightly as non-other than Japan came out.

"Hey Kiku, do you have it?" I asked expectantly. Like Kiku has never been caught without one somewhere in his suitcase.

Gesturing for me to come in, the Japanese man said," Of course, just put Doitsu down on the couch and come with me."

Doing just that, I put the unconscious German on the fluffy couch and quickly made my way toward the bedroom where Kiku went in.

"Now" He started as soon I stepped a foot into the door's threshold, "Which one would you like to borrow?"

Japan stood next to the bed that held five different maid outfits, each with its own special animal feature.

The first one to catch my eye was this really bright yellow that had white ruffles on each of the ends of the dress. The buttons that traveled down the front were a cute little yellow with a white swirl that was in the shape of a heart. The laces that twisted on the sides were white that ended with yellow polka dots. The head piece that came with it had two large fluffy ears that looked to be a lion's. The tail was a light brown that matched the ears but the tip ended with furry bush of white. I couldn't stop the giggle that escaped my lips just imagining the German in the dress. Also, the thought of spreading the pictures was almost hysterical! I had to bit my lower lip to stop from choking on my laughter.

Shaking my head amused, I quickly regain myself and consider the rest of the choices which one was a deep red. It was one of those really sexy deep reds that older women (cougars) wore to attract some ignorant sap. The red seem to bleed from the dress causing what I suspected to be white sleeves were a watery red. The laces and buttons both shone with a deep and dark black. The head piece was rather lacy with black and different shades of reds. But the red that stuck out was the horns that protrude from the headpiece. And I was almost unaware of the ruby red of the tail that glittered with just as red sparkles. Imagining the German in that made my cheeks flush slightly, for an unknown reason.

The next two wasn't that fascinating. The brown one was rather cute with its dog ears and fluffy tail, but it didn't feel right. The green one was rather pretty. Something like Poland would want to wear with all of its curly ribbons bobbing in every direction. But no, these didn't scream "I'm ashamed of wearing this".

That is until the last one was in my sights.

The dress or can I even call it that? The ruffle part of it was shorter than the others. Waaay shorter. The color was a very deep blue, almost a purple with black and white ribbons that waved at the end of the skirt like dress. The front of the outfit had a black line in the middle with white streaks on either side. On the back were two wings sewn on that glittered with the same light like the red dress. The wings were stark white at the top that gradually decline to be a deep black. The headpiece was a shiny deep blue with black cat ears popping out with a white furry outline. The tail was a furry black with a white underbelly.

It was perfect. Just perfect. I had to wipe a tear from my eye at the sheer embarrassment the German will feel from even looking at it.

And my friend Japan, always so eager to please, gave me the knee high heels that came with it. Guess who's getting the newest yaoi videogame later.

Anyway, I thank him and carefully picked up the maid outfit and threw Germany over my shoulder and left.

What I didn't plan on was coming face to face with Russia. That had to be the most awkward moment ever! Right next to the hickey thing of course.

"Amerika?" The Russian questioned slowly. I could tell he was way more curious than suspicious.

"Yeah Russia?" I said as casually as anyone guy carrying another guy with a maid outfit in the other hand could.

We stared at each other for a while before an amused grin cracked its self on Ivan's face. He hummed lowly in his throat which made it sound like he purred. At which point, I struggled to keep the giggles in. I assume he didn't hear me because he simply walked around me and continued to walk down the hallway.

Reaching into my pocket, I took out the note and read again. "Room . . . 506."

Dashing in the direction of the numbers getting bigger, the feeling of excitement and giddiness in my stomach made me run a little faster.

Finally reaching the door, I put Germany down on the floor and went into his pockets for the key. After doing so, I quickly opened the door and dragged him inside. I put him on the couch and left with the maid dress.

Mistake number Two: Leaving the German alone.

I went into his bedroom and put the outfit neatly on the bed. Kiku said the drug would leave the person unconscious but they can still move and as a side effect, do whatever someone says.

Mistake number Three: Trusting Japan.

After getting everything in order, I was about to turn and get him when all of a sudden a powerful shove made me crash into the bed.

Now, back to the present.

"G-GERMANY!" America yelped in surprised as he tried to steady himself on the bed, but he was too slow in doing so. Germany pinned the darker blonde into the mattress making it sag slightly.

"Sie betäubt mich, nicht wahr? " The German slurred slightly from the drug. He was panting hard and red faced. The thing that scared Alfred though was when he figured out it wasn't from anger. He even felt something hard poking into his thigh that made him go extremely red.

' . . .Oh . . . Shit . . .'

America tried his best to wiggle his hands from the dazed Ludwig but the German's grip didn't waver. At all. Shit.

"H-Hey Ludwig. Y-You don't have t-t-to do this." He cursed himself for stuttering but quickly stopped when he felt a hand at his collar and it immediately rip his shirt open. Yelping again from surprise, America began to thrash now. He was really freaking out now too.

"OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD—, "Alfred would have continued if he didn't feel a pair of lips mashed harshly against his own. A muffled 'Eep!' was able to escape before a tongue was shoved into his mouth. A shiver found its way up his back as he screwed his eyes closed. He stopped kicking long enough for the German to sit on his legs and pin him completely. America broke the kiss when a moan ripped from his throat when Ludwig flicked one of his nipples lightly.

Ludwig's head dipped low, letting his lips graze the hickey he put there earlier in the day. America felt the lips on his neck curl into a smirk. 'Even when he's drugged, the bastard is still smug!' Alfred thought as he sucked in a sharp breath when Ludwig's tongue traced the mark. He traced down a pumping vein sucking lightly on it, causing the American to mewl with unwanted satisfaction. Germany cocked his head to the side as he continued his ministrations and for a moment there was a bit of hesitation when he shifted his weight slightly. Cracking a an eye open, America started to struggle once more when he felt an unfamiliar weight station it's self on his head. Risking a glance, he swore when it was the cat ears. He didn't even notice when the rest of his shirt was removed until he notice Ludwig didn't have his on either.

After a pair of lips made their way to his nipple he didn't care anymore. He didn't even register the sound of a zipper. Somewhere in the lusty haze, Germany was about to put the maid outfit on Alfred too, but he couldn't care how at the moment.

The next day, Alfred found himself awake early in the morning, playing with a certain German's hair. He had already tried to escape but the hold on him only got tighter and moved him closer, pressing his self into the other's chest.

Humming thoughtfully, Alfred mused softly, "I might get Kiku two of those videogames."

THE END.

Author's notes:

Translations:

German - English

Liebe - Love or Darling

Sie betäubt mich, nicht wahr? - You drugged me, didn't you?

Spanish - English

Mi tomate - My tomato

Oh, Dios mío! Usted está saliendo demasiado! - Oh, my god! Your leaving me too!

French - English

l'Amérique - America

Allemagne – Germany

So yeah. That's it! ^w^ I hope you enjoyed this and I hope the ending wasn't a huge disappointment!