Oh hai thar! Yes, I'm back people! I'm so very, very, very, very sorry for not updating my story again. You see, there's this thing called 'life' that I had to deal for the past few months and so far my life right now is like a roller coaster. It goes up, down, around, and sometimes in a loop-de-loop to catch you off guard. And now, thanks to lack of internet at home it'll be very difficult for me to post my stories. Thankfully, there's a library down the street from my house so whenever I finish a chapter I could just go there and use their WiFi for internet. So anyway, I told y'all there was still more to come, huh? Well now, here's something for you to enjoy until my next update which would probably be… oh I don't know… another 10,000 years perhaps? XD By the way, there is heavily implied GerMano smut here. Just thought that I'd put that out there before you read on. Well, until we meet again, that's all for now folks!
I own nothing in Hetalia: Axis Powers unfortunately. The owner of that is Hidekaz Himayura (lucky bastard).
There's a stranger in my bed,
There's a pounding in my head,
Glitter all over the room,
Pink flamingos in the pool,
I smell like a mini-bar,
DJ's passed out in the yard,
Barbies on the barbeque,
This a hickey or a bruise?
Everything that happened last night was a blur. Germany stirred as he began to feel a pounding pain in his head. This was often the post result of being him too intoxicated, probably to the point to where he passes out. He rolled over and opened his eyes to focus them to his surroundings but, to his surprise, Italy wasn't in the bed. Someone else was. It definitely wasn't Italy but this person was obviously a guy because of his body shape and face. His hair was a darker shade of brown but yet had that curl just like Italy did except it was on the other side of his head. Germany looked at him closely. He looked strangely very familiar almost as if he knew him but couldn't exactly pinpoint who he was right now due to the headache that's been slowly getting worse each minute he was awake. He needed some aspirin and also realizing was naked so he got up, put on whatever clothes were on the floor, and headed for the bathroom in the seemingly unfamiliar house to get some.
"What the hell happened last night?" Germany asked wearily to himself as he finally found the bathroom and opened up the cabinet behind the mirror. His eyes scoped the shelves for that ever beloved aspirin that he desperately needed. He found the little bottle labeled, "Bayer Aspirin", opened the cap on top of it, and popped a couple of white tablets into his mouth. After that, he closed the cabinet and looked at himself in mirror only to find a man who looked very tired and worn out. He noticed there were bags starting to form under his eyes and oh - there was something purple and blue on his neck. It almost looked like a bruise. Germany moved closer to the mirror so he could examine his neck more and ran his fingers over the bruise.
"No, it couldn't be..." Germany thought. A look of horror appeared upon his face as the realization of what might of happened last night came into his mind. He gasped out of shock and dismay. His eyes grew bigger when thought about what might've done this to him. He tried to remember what he did the night before but he kept coming up blank. If anything, all he could remember was telling Italy that he was going to a party and invited him to come along. He then remembered that had Italy declined for some reason and said that he'd wait until he came home for their special date they had planned for tomorrow. Anything after that was a blur.
Well today is tomorrow... Oh. My. God.
This sudden fact made Germany's heart drop like a hot potato. He felt ashamed as he rushed back into the room that he found himself in earlier and found the person whom he probably (but shouldn't have) slept with was just waking up. The man yawned, rubbed his eyes, and looked over at Germany with a confused stricken look on his face. Germany mirrored that man's facial expression and finally got to get a look at him before all hell was about to break loose. It was Romano. Of all people in the world for Germany to might have drunken sex with, it had to be him.
Oh no.
"Verdammt!" Germany cursed so loudly that it made Romano jump a little.
"What the fu- GERMANY?"
"ROMANO?"
They stared at each other for a moment and then- "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?" Romano screamed at Germany. He then looked down at himself and screamed again, "WHAT THE FUCK? WHY AM I NAKED?"
"Well we- You see… uhh…" Germany stumbled across his words trying to find an explanation to this awkward moment. There really wasn't any right kind of words for why Romano was naked except for maybe the truth that is. Whatever that truth maybe that Germany hoped to God it wouldn't be. Romano quickly removed the cover that was covering his lower half and got out of the bed trying to find some of his clothes while muttering something in Italian. Germany then turned around as this happened and reached into his pocket for his cell phone to check and see if anyone, mainly Italy, had called or texted him.
Germany read the caller ID and saw that he 3 missed calls, 5 unread texts, and a voice mail. He checked to the missed calls first hoping that maybe Italy was the one calling but, once again, to his surprise it wasn't Italy. Well, the first one was but the last two were Prussia's. Then he went to see the texts messages and saw that Prussia had texted him all of these weird messages. Prussia? Worried about Germany? No way, at least, that what Germany tried to deny to himself.
The first one read: "Yo West, I heard u were going 2 a party and forgot to take the awesome me wit cha! Txt me back!" 10:32 PM, Fri May 21.
Then second one read: "West! Answer ur phone! I'm here at da party 2nite" 12:03 AM, Sat May 22.
Germany knew Prussia probably went the party even without him but he didn't have good feeling about reading these texts and especially the voice mail. Each one seemed more and more like he was in distress about him not picking up which wasn't like Prussia at all which Germany found to be a bit strange and silently praying that he wasn't drunk texting him.
Then the third one read: "Hey y aren't u answering ur phone? R u ok?" 1:34 AM, Sat May 22.
The fourth read: "WEST! I called u twice already n u still won't answer! The awesome me is getting worried :/" 2:20AM, Sat May 22.
And the last but most certainly not least one read: "Yo west! U and Romano sure had some fun last nite! Kesesese~ and the awesome me got pics to prove it. I already put them on my Facebook page and let's just say that ur boyfriend is not a happy camper! XD" 12:54 PM, Sat May 22.
Oh. My. God…
Pictures of last night,
Ended up online,
I'm screwed! Oh well.
It's a blacked out blur,
But I'm pretty sure it ruled,
Damn…
Last Friday night,
Yeah we danced on tabletops,
And we took too many shots,
Think we kissed but I forgot,
Last Friday night,
Yeah we maxed our credit cards,
And got kicked out of the bar,
So we hit the boulevard,
Last Friday night,
We went streaking in the park,
Skinny dipping in the dark,
Then had a menage a trois,
Last Friday night,
Yeah I think we broke the law,
Always say we're gonna stop-op,
Whoa-oh-oh,
This Friday night,
Do it all again,
This Friday night,
Do it all again.
A/N: Forgive me, I'm not too good with Prussia's personality so far, am I? I tried to think of how he would text people. More than likely with text talk because I figured it'd fit him more. Yes, I did I kinda sorta based this off of Katy Perry's new song "Last Friday Night (TGIF)" only because it was just so damn catchy and it finally gave some inspiration to write again! XD Okay, I'll stop talking so you can leave me some reviews now. First one to reply gets a cookie! The warm, soft and squishy one that melts in your mouth and sends you on a trip to heaven and back kind of cookie. Oh, doesn't that just sound delicious?