Onee-chan Nightray: Hello~ I realized that LonleyPerson has a habit of writing the first two chapters, both without informing me. Anyway, the first chapter she writes is usually somewhere around 800 words, while the second is much over 1,500 words...

LonelyPerson: I believe you were the one who said they didn't like writing first chapters, Onee-chan. And I have a crazy imagination, introductory chapters simply aren't enough to contain all my mental awesomeness v.v

Onee-chan: Oh my fucking Jesus. WHEN DID YOU WRITE THAT^? && I meant the first chappie by saying that. I know all about your imagination, but please, make the first chapter longer then.

M'kay, so, we don't own Hetalia.

"Who the fuck does Allistor think he is? He just walks into our house like he OWNS this place. But of course he didn't listen to me and is fucking smoking as usual. Like seriously dude! Those smoke alarms are fucking annoying! He just took Arthur right before I was going to show him who's stronger and more awesome!" Alfred screamed, well, more like whined.

Matthew just sighed, Alfred really was annoying sometimes, more often than not.

"Just so you know, we were invited to go to their house on Saturday."

"What? Why?" Alfred questioned.

"They're having the usual drinking competition and are throwing Arthur out of the house during it. Therefore, they want as many people over as possible." Matthew explained.

"Dude, we are so totally going!" The American exclaimed and went back to eating. Matthew sighed and walked out of the room. He remembered the time back when Alfred wouldn't even think about pissing Arthur off.

"Mattie..." Alfred hesitantly said.

"Yes Alfred?"

"When's Saturday?"

"...Tomorrow." Matthew sighed, Alfred was just so...stupid sometimes.

TimeSkip~ 'Cause I really wanted to write the party...or at least it's beginning

"Damn. That is one party dude!" Alfred exclaimed, standing in front of the house that Arthur resided in with his siblings. The said building was almost visibly pulsing from the music which was playing loud. There were a bunch of people just standing in front of the house, doing their best to be hear over the music whilst drinking from plastic cups. Matthew automatically decided that it was alcohol.

"The hero is here! It's time to partaayyyyy!" Alfred yelled, running full-speed into the house. His brother just sighed and slowly walked in after him, taking a good look around.

Alfred was already at the mini-bar, ordering a drink, probably some shitty American beer or whiskey. Ludwig was right next to Alfred, quietly sipping his German beer, probably waiting for his boyfriend, Feliciano, to show up. Sitting next to him was Matthias, whose back was turned and in his lap he firmly held a squirming Norwegian by the name of Lukas. Right next to Mattias, and Matthew's heart was pounding loudly at this point, was Gilbert.

His white face was slightly flushed, probably because of the level of alcohol he had already consumed. Gilbert laughed, and as he drew his head back to be obnoxious about it too, his silvery hair flipped back and for a moment his red eyes looked straight into Matthew's violet ones. Matthew automatically dropped his gaze, feeling nervous because of the butterflies whirling up a storm in his stomach, and just started walking toward Alfred. But, to his secret delight, Gilbert was not too intoxicated to see him.

"Birdie! Come to the awesome one!" The albino yelled, loud enough to be heard over the increasingly loud music. However, Gilbert was intoxicated just enough to fall out of his chair while yelling. Matthew giggled and mouthed "Later."

Finally reaching his brother, Matthew sat on the chair which was not occupied. Automatically Alfred leaned over and having to shout to be heard, yelled, "Do ya see that tall dude wearing a scarf over there?" Matthew nodded. "He's one sexy Russian." The Canadian looked at him in shock, whilst Alfred just grinned widely, staring at the mysterious Russian. Matthew rolled his eyes, wondering how the hell his brother knew he was Russian, before standing back up and walking over to where Gilbert was.

"Hey Birdie! You finally came to the awesome one!" The albino yelled, sloshing his beer all over the counter, oblivious to the temporary bar tender's glare. Matthew guessed that the bar tender was hired just for the party. Matthew just smiled meekly at Gilbert and sat down next to him. Gilbert turned to him with a cocky grin on and leaned toward Matthew until there was barely any space between them. "Would you mind if the awesome me took your vital regions? Kesese~" Gilbert said while smirking, while Matthew's face turned all red and he only sputtered out incoherent phrases.

Meanwhile, at Alfred's little corner in the middle of the bar, the oh-so-mysterious Russian was sitting next to him, drinking precious vodka.

"So, dude, are you from Russia?" Alfred asked.

"Da. Where it's cold and lonely."

"My name's Alfred. What's yours?"

"Ivan."

"So, Ivan, how much can you drink before passing out?" Alfred asked, smirking.

"Much more than you, da?" Ivan smiled, it was a child-like grin, like a kid that just got a triple scoop of ice cream instead of one scoop.

"It's totally on dude!" Alfred yelled, answering to the challenge. "The looser has to do whatever the winner wants. Agreed?"

"Da. Let's begin." Ivan said, putting a bottle of vodka between them.

Onee-chan: Damn...This took me awhile...but I didn't want it to be shitty...Well I hope you like it ^.^'

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