So, I'm very sorry about the last one shot, but this one will be better! I was talking to Brittany and this came up in our conversation and this was born! So here it is!

Reader-chan's POV.

Today was Iceland's birthday and you are currently with said nation and the rest of the Nordics and Estonia. Denmark and Norway are arguing, but at this point you already had toned them out.

Then the rest of the nations finally arrive at the park that you guys are currently at to have the party.

When the Awesome Trio brought out the liquor you should have known that you and Wales (it's an inside joke.) would have to clean up the mess that the many drinker nations would make. That thought completely left your mind when you began watch the nations play their many drinking games.

So then as the last of the drinking games wrap up, you and Wales, as predicted, have to clean up the mess of the drunken nations. The stench of alcohol strong on many of the intoxicated nations breath. Especially from both Mathias and Lukas. The two then walk up to you drunkenly.

"Hej, sexet pige (1)." The intoxicated Dane says to you. You knowing Danish, blush instantly at what he calls you. The drunk Norwegian chokes his "brother" using his tie. He then releases the other's tie.

"You are so sweet, like one of my Danishes." Denmark says, using that line to pick you up. (Hehe...I tried to make a pun.)

"A vakker engel (2), like you, shouldn't listen to a Danish gris (3)," Comments Norway preparing to choke Mathias again. "But listen to a kjekk djevelen (4), like me." You raise your eyebrow. 'Are they flirting with me?' You think to yourself. You blush at the thought of the two countries liking you. The two then begin to crowd you to a point, where they are practically smashing you.

"Do you need some help, frau (5)?" Prussia asks you giving you a hand as they two begin to bicker with each other. Gratefully, you quickly take it.

"Thanks, Gilbert." You thanks the Prussian. And with that you two go your separate ways. He going to get drinks and you, trying to stop the quarrel between the two Nordics.

"Mathias, Lukas, quit fighting." You scold them. They both turn to you and something in their eyes sparks.

"Now, that I do look at you from this angle, you do look like an angel." Denmark compliments you pushing Norway away so he can be in front of you. Both your lips almost touching. The look in his eyes clearly saying that he wants to kiss those lips.

Instinctively, you step back. The Norwegian uses this chance to push the Dane to the side and make a move on you. So after a few moments, you are in the same exact position you were in with, but with the younger Nordic.

Then, oddly you find yourself slowly moving into his lips. Then as your lips would collide, you find yourself face to face...to face with the same exact males, but now you are on a bed.

Slowly, you get up from a lying down position. Then you feel the sudden pain coming from your head.

"Woah, (Y/N), are you okay?" Mathias asks you giving you an ice pack.

"Nggh. What happened?" You ask them putting the ice pack on your throbbing head.

"You got to much to drink then you tripped and fell unconscious." Answers Lukas. "Luckily you didn't have a concussion." 'Wait, so was that all a dream?' You ask yourself.

And that was my first attempt at a love triangle reader insert story. Time for translations.

1. Hej, sexet pige = Hello, sexy girl in Danish.

2. Vakker engel = Beautiful angel in Norwegian.

3. Danish gris = Danish pig in Norwegian.

4. Kjekk djevelen = Handsome devil in Norwegian.

5. Frau = Woman in German.

Also, since I can't seem to get any good ideas I'm going to add the oneshot that was going to be the third one, but came out sucky here! Here it is!

Third Person.

"Yo!" Greets Mr. Puffin as he enters a room that houses a pretty puffin. The other puffin looks, well, like Mr. Puffin. The puffin just stares blankly at the male puffin. He begins to walk around the puffin that is sitting on a quilted bed.

"Þú ert heitur (1)." Mr. Puffin whispers into the other's non-existing ear.

'That's odd...she didn't respond.' He thinks to himself. Then he flies out of the room to meet up with his owner.

The next few days, Mr. Puffin regularly talks to the other puffin.

Then one fateful day, Mr. Puffin enters the room to see Brittany on the bed playing with the puffin.

"Oi. What do you think you are doing to the lady!?" He squawks.

"Eh?" Asks Brittany as she looks at Mr. Puffin then to her puffin, then back at him. She breaks out in a laughing fit.

"What's so funny?" He impatiently asks.

"This is a plush puffin." Brit replies in between laughs. Then it hits him. He fell for a doll.

And now time for this oneshot's translation.

1. Þú ert heitur = You are hot in Icelandic.

So here are your two oneshots for the price of one, grandma! I watch Chuggaaconroy, don't judge. Byesies! Angel999FTW out. B'