Sorry for the long wait! I started this chapter back in January but I just finished, so it might seem rush. But here's Drunk!Denmark, Drunk!Prussia, Drunk!England,(and Pirate Drunk!England), Drunk!France, Drunk!Romano, Drunk!Spain, Drunk!Latvia and Drunk!Poland.

The song Poland and Belgium is singing is Vanity from Lady Gaga. I heard the song and thought of Poland. Lady Gaga and Poland goes so well together.

And yep, Russia, Ukraine and Belarus' father is General Winter. And Romania and Moldova's mother is Dacia :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, Vanity from Lady Gaga and Absolutely Invincible British Gentlemen or Santa Claus is Coming to Town

Emma- Belgium

Tim- The Netherlands

Chapter 6

I ended up borrowing one of Ireland's dresses for the dance. She was the only one that was my size. I honestly tried on one of Ukraine's dresses. What was I thinking? My chest is only half the size of hers! Ukraine could barely find a dress for herself because of her chest size. Yet, she still found a pretty dress. It was black and cut at the knee. It also showed a lot of cleavage. Sadly, she wore heels that made her even taller then she already was. Poland was helping Ireland with her hair. She wore a green short cocktail dress with an orange belt. Poland wasn't wearing that dress he bought. Instead he was wearing a pink dress shirt and black pants. I really wanted to see that dress though. Another time, I hope. Belgium sat down on my bed watching everyone. Her dress was petite and baby pink with a puffy bottom. My dress was a dark forest green and went to the floor. Hopefully Roderich will like it.

Roderich was mad at me for the whole Denmark thing, but he forgave me like always. Though, I also think, he's a little jealous that Gilbert "saved" me. Poor Roddy, but you're no match for Denmark. The only people that can beat him up are America, Russia, maybe Switzerland (but he has guns on his side) and Sweden from time to time. On very rare occasions Gilbert, like yesterday and once Spain but that was because Denmark accidently hurt Romano. It really was an accident.

While walking to the dance everyone was chatting. Nearly the whole school came to this dance, even if only a small percentage of them actually had a date. I heard France was taking Seychelles, Spain was taking Belgium, Romano was taking Mexico (he obviously wanted to make someone jealous), Russia was taking either Lithuania or Latvia (Ukraine told me both but that can't be, can it?), the dumb vamp was taking Bulgaria, Serboga was taking the Philippines, Sweden was taking Finland (insert happy dance) and Roderich and I were going together. The only people I knew weren't going was Switzerland and Liechtenstein. I tried to get them (or at least Liechtenstein) to go but Switzerland said that he was going to teach his sister self-defence that night. Like anyone here would even dare touch Liechtenstein. That boy seriously needed some action or someone to take the stick out of his ass. Maybe if I paid Roddy… or Gilbert to do that for me? Too bad that would never in a million years happen, well maybe if I pay Swissy enough. But still, my poor camera.

"Touch me, touch, touch me, baby but don't mess up my hair," Poland sang and was dancing pretty sensually. Ironically, he ran his hand through his own hair. "Love me, l-love me crazy."

"But don't get too attached, this is a brink affair," Belgium sang and joining him in the dance.

"Wow, you look pretty Emma," I heard Spain say.

We turned to see Spain, France, Seychelles, Monaco and Gilbert standing. Gilbert's bird had a bow-tie on him. Gilbert was in his "awesome" pose and was wearing jeans and a black dress shirt. Jeans? Really? France was all dresses up, top hat and all, and his hair was perfect. Spain wore the suit that Belgium told him to, white suit and pink top. Monaco was in this white ballroom dress, almost like a wedding dress. Seychelles was wearing an ocean blue flowing strapless dress.

"You don't look bad either," she giggled. He took her hand and kissed it. "Um, I think we should stay away from Tim because…"

"LOVI~ You look so cute!"

Well his attention redirected itself quickly. Most people would have been insulted that their date ran and to glomped someone else. But Belgium just stood there giggling. Romano was now trying to get Spain off his with violence. Italy was hugging Germany, probably afraid of the crazy man whom had just attacked his brother. But Italy lightened up and hugged Spain while he was still hugging Romano. Needless to say, Romano accidently hit Italy and Italy was back into Germany's arms now crying. Luddy just rolled his eyes. Mexico just looked surprised while Spain was hugging and being attacked by her date.

"So Lizzie? You haven't thanked the awesome me yet," Gilbert said while everyone else laughed at Spain and Romano.

"Thank you for what?" I asked knowing fully well what he was talking about.

"When Denny attacked you! Unawesome of him," he replied.

I rolled my eyes. "I could have handled him." I was not giving Gilbert Beilschmidt the satisfaction.

He laughed and sarcastically said, "Because Denny isn't the biggest guy in school." He wasn't, Russia was and Sweden was a little taller than Denmark. But no matter how many times you correct this guy, he will never learn. "So, the awesome me saved you from the mean Viking. Opa always told me to say thank you to those who help you."

"Russia's coming," I said.

Gilbert took France and ran like hell into the gymnasium. I now had something on Gilbert. This worked better than my frying-pan. Of course, this time, Russia was actually coming. Both Latvia and Lithuania walked on each side of him, shaking. Belarus was also stalking her brother. That was when Poland's attention left the screaming Romano and to Russia. Oh, oh.

"Like, this is totally unfair!" Poland yelled marching to Russia and his gang. "You, like, have three dates and most everyone seriously has none!"

"I only have two dates," Russia said hugging Lithuania and Latvia closer. So Ukraine was right.

"Little brother!" Ukraine yelled running to her brother. "You look very handsome."

"Thank you big sister," he said smiling.

"No he doesn't. Like, those shoes so, totally, don't go with his… tie!" Poland said, the only person that is brave or stupid enough to insult Russia. "There are totally two different blacks! Like, everyone knows that you totally can't put two different shades of the same colour together! And that scarf! You, like, seriously need to be stopped by the fashion police!"

"No one insults big brother!" Belarus said with her knife out. Yeah, this was much more interesting then Spain and Romano. Ireland thought so too. We both stood there watching this weird scene.

"Someone with that bad fashion taste, like, shouldn't seriously have three dates to the Christmas Dance," Poland concluded.

"I must agree with that! Big brother, just take me to the dance," Belarus said looking cutely at her older brother. "Then we can get married." Wow, Belarus was insane.

"Go away!" Russia said afraid. Wow the boy that can bring Gilbert to tears was afraid of his little sister.

"Liet, you, like, can totally come with me!" Poland said grabbing his best friend.

"Feliks," Lithuania said worried. I'm not sure Lithuania knows that he's in a middle of a love triangle… well if you add Latvia and Belarus, it was a pentagram. The maybe we could add China... but that might be going to far. Only in this school.

"Come on Liet!" Poland said pulling his best friend's arm while Russia hugged him tightly.

"Feliks! Ivan! That hurt's!" Lithuania yelled.

"Ivan you're crushing me!" Latvia cried now beside Lithuania in Russia's hug.

"Let go of Tor-Tor!" Russia told Poland.

"I'll make this easier!" Belarus said taking her knife to Lithuania's arm.

"Little sister, don't cut his arm off!" Ukraine yelled getting into this fight.

"Mine!" Poland said.

"Natalia, please don't cut off my arm off!" Lithuania cried.

"I told you only big brother can call me that!"

"HELP!" Latvia cried.

"What's going on here?" General Winter said.

"Daddy!" Belarus said dropping her knife.

Russia had dropped Lithuania and Latvia forcing Lithuania to fall on Poland. Belarus, Ukraine and Russia looked at her father with doe eyes and halos around their heads. Latvia was crying on the floor. After Lithuania pushed out of Poland's hug he went to hug his adoptive brother. Ireland and I took this time to leave them to explain whatever that was to General Winter.

Ireland and I giggled like school girls as we walk to the gymnasium. This dance certainly started interestingly and we haven't even gone into the dance yet!

"How long before Vice Principal Germania starts giving detentions like candy?" I asked Ireland.

"Thirty minutes after Denmark arrives with the beer," she said.

"I thougth Denmark was banned from all dances because of last time?"

"Principal Rome told him to come with wine this time," she laughed.

"I don't know if our principal is the best or the worst?" I asked. Yeah, this was not the first time he did some every other principal in the world would have never in a million years have done. Last year, he decided that we students needed an "alone" room. Needless to say, it was now called "La chamber amusant de Francis" or "Francis' Fun Room". No one wants to go in there.

Ireland and I arrived at the gymnasium's doors. I remember seeing on T.V. that most schools have a person to whom we give our tickets to. But this was not like most schools and all we have was Madam Dacia guarding the door. Madam Dacia was our folk lore and legends teacher and the Romanian teacher. I like her a little better than her eldest son but that wasn't saying much. She was a vampire like him. At least she didn't give that gene to her youngest Moldova. Now, Moldova is nice.

"I'll wait here for Roderich. You can go ahead," I told her.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yeah, Belgium will need some company tonight," I said giggling.

Ireland waited a little bit before leaving. But she did and soon everything was boring. People walked in and out of the dance. Mostly they were just groups of friends. Why are-there so little females in this school, no wonder most of the male population is either gay or bi! Who was straight? Maybe Switzerland (unless if you pay him) and Prussia swears he is (I didn't believe him). Who else? Maybe some of the African male nations? This school was a yaoi fan's heaven.

"My Lady?"

I turned around and saw my Roddy. I don't think he realized that this was a semi-formal event and not a formal event. Roderich was wearing a dark blue old fashion looking suit. He wore a white scarf-thingy (Roderich told me the proper name but I forgot it) instead of tie. No wonder Gilbert and I made fun of him when we were younger. Gilbert still did, but I stopped and fell in love with this pianist. As a child, I would have made fun of this outfit but now, I find it extremely handsome. I just wished I had a puffy princess dress to match with him. Haha, me in a puffy princess dress? That's funny.

"Yes my prince," I said trying to sound like an old fashion noble woman.

"Why is a beautiful woman like you stand here alone?" he asked taking my hand. He then kissed it.

"My good sir, my date is late. I wish he would get here," I explained.

"I'm late?" he asked.

"Yes, you missed so much!"

He took my arm. We walked into the dance arm in arm while I told him what he missed. While I talked, he found us a table and we sat down. I finished and noticed we were sitting with Luddy, Italy and Japan. People liked Roderich but the only person he really called his friend was Ludwig. I looked around, America had decorated this dance. Lights were everywhere! Green, blue, red, white! I felt like it was day time. One second the lights make you feel like you're in a winter wonderland and the next they make you feel like you're in Vegas. Every table had a different colour cloth, not all were Christmas coloured too. Our table cloth was pale yellow. Wasn't that an Easter colour? So, all the tables surrounded a dance floor and in the middle of the dance floor was a huge (way too huge) tree. It reminded me of the tree in Finland's room, Christmas had thrown up on it. The tree was blinking non-stop and the star burned brighter than the real stars. Then, near the door were cakes, bight Christmas Cakes. I think one of the cakes glowed. I don't think that's healthy. At the other side of the room was America acting like a D.J. with England yelling at him. The music wasn't that bad. England must have had won because the Beatles were playing.

"Russia's scary," Italy said. "Did he really kill his puppy?"

"Russia's too cute to kill a puppy," I said, still a little worried that might be true. "So, do you know when's Denmark coming?"

"So you can be him up again?" Germany asked.

"No," I said a little irritated. "I just want to see everyone drunk. Maybe I'll get lucky and be able to use my camera." With France here, I'm almost sure my camera will get some action.

"Elizaveta, I sometimes worry about your hobbies," Roderich told me worried.

"Don't be," I said taking my camera out of my purse.

Roderich's violet eyes looked at my precious in disgust. My more precious, I love you.

For sometimes, our table talked among ourselves. Romano came at one point and started to yell at Germany. Why can't he see that Luddy loves his brother and will never ever hurt him… on purpose. But Spain came with some wine, Denmark had arrived. Drunken Romano allowed my precious some action. Who knew Romano was a slutty drunk. Italy was horrified at his older brother. Other drunks weren't that surprising. Denmark and Gilbert got into a fist fight. When they get drunk… usually together, they look for a fight. France groped everyone, including me. He was lying on the floor because of my trusty frying-pan. England was funny. He got up on America's DJ table and started singing;

The seven seas are like my back yard
Romance and plundering
I manage holiday houses in India and Hong-Kong

Tea is delicious

Everyone watched him, and then they watched Denmark and Gilbert fight their way into the DJ table. England fell with a bang on the floor but got up and starting talking like he was a pirate. All three of them got detention. Spain was a happy drunk… so far. I heard some horror stories from Gilbert about how mean Spain can get when he had passed his limits. Though, at the moment he was happily dancing with Belgium and various other people. At one point Romano. I was glad I had my camera out for that. Russia had drunk a little bit, but Poland kept stealing his glasses. Poland had told me this one story about Russia being drunk… it's too horrible to even mention. Latvia ended up drink the drinks Poland stole. That boy can hold his liquor. Poland drank some. He sadly could not hold his liquor. But he was the sad drunk and spent his whole night crying on Lithuania's arm. Much too Russia's disapproval. Italy kept trying to get a glass of wine, but each time Germany intervened and somehow, before breaking the DJ table, Prussia took the Italian's drinks. How much alcohol was in this wine? Well, Denmark did bring it. He probably spiked it with more alcohol.

Roddy nor I drank. If I had drunk, I could have never taken so many photos. Memo to self, thank Denmark.

After the DJ table disaster, America made his way towards our table.

"Well since the DJ table is broken," America grumbled looking at England (who was on a table with Spain sword fighting with I think chair legs. He also talked like a pirate while Spain spoke in Spanish and called himself a Conquistador). "Can you play for us Austria?"

"No, he cannot," I said annoyed. Both my boyfriend and America looked at me confused. "I didn't get my Christmas dance."

"Fine whatever," America said sadly. He then made puppy eyes, begging to let Roderich play. I shook my head. "Spain! You know how to sing right?"

"Si?" Spain yelled holding his hand up. This allowed England to stab him with enough force to knock him down. "Ow."

"You're up," America said. Spain jumped up and then fell down again. "Or not."

"America-san, Italia-kun, Germany-san and I have been practicing something," Japan said.

"Si!" Italy said excited. "Let's sing!"

The three of them walked up on the stage. Italy was jumping up and down. Japan had a certain little smile on and Germany shook his head wishing he had never come. We all know you wanted to come to the dance with Italy. Stop lying to yourself. Italy had taken the mike first.

"Merry Christmas!" he yelled.

"Merry Christmas!" Germany said.

From the somewhere in the room we heard Gilbert yell, "Go West!"

Japan put a cd in and then we started to hear a familiar Christmas tone. "Merry Christmas!" he yelled.

Germany was the first to start singing. "Now, a Merry Christmas from you to me. A Merry Christmas from me to you."

Then they all sang, "Santa Claus is coming to town."

I looked at my boyfriend. He was now standing up and gave me his hand. This wasn't exactly a great Christmas song to dance too. But hell, we'll make it a romantic song to dance too. I gave him my hand and he led me to the dance floor. We both smiled shyly at each other. He wrapped one arm around my waist as I put the parallel hand on his shoulders. With our free hands, we brought them together. With a slight blush, we started to dance. It was slow but romantic. This is what I've been really waiting for. The Yaoi pictures were just a plus. I wanted to dance and spend a romantic time with my boyfriend. I ignored everything that was going on around me. Who cares about everyone else, it's just me and my Roderich. And everything was perfect.

Italy's voice started to get hoarse, and Germany and Japan were having trouble thinking of another song to sing. It didn't matter very much because most of the people were gone. Everyone who drank got detention from Mister Germania, but Russia, Latvia and Poland. Latvia because they didn't realize he was drinking and Lithuania had brought Poland into his room earlier during the dance. And Russia, I think even Germania is a little afraid of him. After the drunks left… or in England's case fell on the floor and almost got raped by France. The dance wasn't as lively. Though, it must have been entertaining when Romania and Bulgaria, and Roddy and I had a small dance competition. Roddy and I were going to win if Miss Ancient Greece didn't break us up. After that, Roderich was tired. So we sat back at our table and watched. Italy, Germany and Japan were up on stage still singing. By this point it wasn't even English. America was sighing annoying at an empty chair… wait… sorry his brother was in that chair. Ukraine sat with Russia, who was talking to an annoyed China. Poor, China because he was also bring groped by South Korea. He also had Belarus glaring evilly at him while Georgia tried to talk to her. Iceland, Hong Kong, Taiwan and Macau were talking at their table. Mexico talked with Belize. She was annoyed that her date went all slutty on her. Or at least I think so. Somalia was sleeping on Ethiopia's shoulders. Belgium was dancing with her younger brother, Luxembourg. England was still on the floor shitfaced. Slovakia danced with his sister Czech. Romania and Bulgaria were still dancing. So was Sweden and Finland. I got out my camera and took a picture. They were truly happy. I took another picture. These pictures were not for my yaoi collection, they were for my matchmakers' collection. Maybe when I look at this picture, with two people looking as happy as I had ever seen them, it would remind me why I started the matchmakers. Everyone deserves to be happy.