Scotland's new ear piercing and the bad touch trio's drinking contest.

('The Hangover' for short)

"Get up." A muffled sound reached his ears through the buzz of the hangover. "I said get up! You wanker!" He scowled when he heard the insult, opening his eyes a crack. He instantly regretted doing so as the bright light blinded him. He heard up his hand to shield his eyes and squinted. He mumbled something with a heavy slur and even he didn't know what he was saying.

"I can't understand you! Now GET UP!" His ears hummed under the sound and they felt painful and swollen. Scotland frowned, moving his hand so he could see whoever was yelling down at him. Messy, blonde hair and green eyes with large eyebrows stared down in a frown at him.

"Whut?"

"I said get up! Move! Leave!" Scotland frowned.

"Where am I?"

"My kitchen table!"

"Eh?" Scotland squinted and looked around to see in fact he was on England's kitchen table. "Fucking hell…." He groaned as he tried to kick start his brain and make his body function. He body shuffled a little before he gave up. England was still standing above him and tapping his foot. The resounding tap tap tap of his shoes was messing with his head. He ran his hand through his hair, moving it from his face and ears.

He saw England staring down at him curiously suddenly. "Whut?" He barked, his head ache giving him a bad mood.

"When did you get a new piercing?"

"Huh? Ma ear has always been clipped…." His voice still sounded gruff and dry. England huffed a little.

"No I mean your NEW piercing! I knew that your bottom left was already pierced but when did you get the top one." Scotland looked startled and confused.

"Huh?..." He touched his ear sensitively. It felt red and swollen, painfully enough to touch so that he winched, but there was a distinctive metal clip in his upper ear.

"Ow!" He frowned. He can't remember getting a piercing there. It must have been last night… but he couldn't remember last night. He turned his head to the side. "Hey France! When did I get my ear clipped?"

The English man jolted as he realised there was a passed out blonde leaning against the counter on the floor. He didn't see the Frenchman when he first entered the room. To his undying gratefulness, France still had clothes on.

"Frog face?" The blonde lifted his head groggily.

"Oui?" England was in shock at the sudden appearance of the Frenchman. Scotland butted in with an annoyed gruff question.

"Hey! When did I get my ears clipped?"

"Huh? Tu got your ear pierced?"

"Aye."

"Ohonhonh-OW!" He had chuckled before wincing in pain at his hangover. Scotland gave him a very weak finger while France groaned and clutched his temple.

France moaned a little. "I think… tu got it for the bet? Oui?"

The two British nations spoke at the same time, with the same surprise, turning to face France. "A bet?"

Scotland pushed himself up off the tabletop so he was sitting up and demanded "Whut bet?"

"The un with ze drinkin' contest…" France closed his eyes again.

"You had a drinking contest?" England spoke too loudly and was greeted by two glares. He crossed his arms. Scotland looked at France.

"Aye… that bits cuming back to me…"

"You lost the bet?"

Nae! Who do you think you are talking to?... Prussia lost."

"Prussia?"

"Aye. Prussia." Scotland rubbed his temples. "Got any aspirin?"

England smirked. "Not for you!" He turned to France. "Or for you either Frogface!" France pouted but was ignored. "So where is Prussia then?" Scotland and France looked at each other, slightly confused.

"Maybe still at ze pub? That's where we left him." England groaned and face palmed.

"So you, France and Prussia had a drinking contest and~"

"Et L'Espange." France corrected.

"Spain as well?"

"Aye."

"So you, France, Prussia AND Spain had a drinking contest with a bet? What was the bet?"

"Dunno… I fergot…" England sighed. France murmured something.

"Speak up Frogface."

"Ze winner got anything they wanted and the other trois had to pay for it…."

"And I wanted a fucking ear clipping!" Scotland seemed angry and in shock that of all the things he wanted, the one he chose was an ear piercing. Well that's what you get for deciding something when drunk beyond all reasoning.

"Oui…." Scotland sighed. England was slightly amused by this story.

"So what happened after that?"

"I dunno you bassa!…"

"I can't zemember either." France shrugged while Scotland stumbled to his feet. He walked through to the hallway unsteadily and looked in a mirror. England followed him to make sure he wouldn't throw up or pass out again. The red head grimaced into the mirror as he stared at the metal ring, wrapped tightly around his upper ear lobe which was crimson.

"Damn…."

"It's your own bloody fault you know."

"Pish off." Scotland's mood was still bad and his voice dry and scratchy. England actually chuckled a little before frowning again.

"So where is Spain then?" Scotland scratched the back of his head.

"Maybe at ta flower shop?"

"You went to a flower shop?" France's voice called through from the kitchen.

"Oui! After visiting ze book shop and before ze fish et chip shop."

"Aye. We were kicked out of all of them too." He smiled a little. England raised an eyebrow.

"What were you doing at a flower shop and a book shop and a fish and chips shop?"

"I dunno! We was hammered!" England shook his head.

A few seconds later the door bell went off and France and Scotland clutched their ears and cried out angrily.

"Zat Hurts!"

"Fucking Bassa!"

England smiled a little, enjoying the fact it wasn't him for once, though the two nations seemed to be handling their hangovers a lot better than him. He answered the door and was surprised to see Wales standing there with a plastic bag. He looked uncomfortable to be here and not practically happy to see England.

"Oh? Wales?"

"Is Scotland here?..." England strained to hear the quiet country but when he did he was even more surprised.

"Umm… Yes. But he has a horrible hangover…"

"I know. He texted me last night." Before England could reply, a sore sounding voice sounded just behind his ear.

"Last night?" England jumped at how suddenly close Scotland was. Wales smiled weakly and pulled out his phone to show the text. The text was in Gaelic. Scotland read it out loud for England's benefit.

"Huh? 'Come to wee Iggy's hoose tomoorow. PS – Bring tha hangover kitx4.' I really wrote that?"

Wales nodded. "The time sent is recorded as 3:15 as well." England turned to Scotland stunned.

"You could text Wales, drunk, at 3 o'clock in the morning?"

"Aye. I guess so." (it's really amazing what some drunk Scottish people can do) Wales held out the plastic bag and Scotland grabbed it happily. "Cheers Wales. I owe ya one!" Wales just smiled and shook his head.

"No problem." He turned and left, just as Scotland began rummaging through the bag. He pulled out a thermo-flask and pulled the top off with his teeth. He drank the strange liquid inside it quickly. He sighed contented after he downed the whole thing.

"Much betta…" England stared at it curiously.

"What was that?"

"Ma instant hangover cure." He stated proudly. His gruff and dry voice was replaced by his regular voice. England stared at it, amazed but slightly annoyed.

"Why did I not know of this before? I have had hangovers too!"

"Aye but yer funny when pished." England scowled.

"How did you know you were going to stay here anyway?"

Scotland smiled a slightly cruel smile. With his hangover over, he was back to his normal self. "Cause I lost ma keys last night and…." He paused in thought as if waiting for something when a huge blech sound reached their ears from the kitchen. France had obviously just thrown up. Scotland's grin became wider. "And cause France always chucks in tha morning afta drinking." England paled at the craftiness of his older brother, even when drunk he was sly.

He pulled out another flask and walked through to the kitchen, completely stable and normal. He tossed the flask at France who failed to catch it horribly. "Ze cure?"

"Aye. Bottoms up." He managed to pick it up eventually and un-screwed the top and began drinking. France re-vitalised before England's eyes.

"Ahh… Zat was bien!"

"Aye. Now take the remaining two flasks to Spain and Prussia and go home! Ya smell like puke!" Scotland wrinkled his nose and France laughed a little.

"Ohohonhonhon. Oui, of course!" He stood up gracefully and stepped over the vomit on the floor. "Merci pour un fun night, L'Ecosse!" He grabbed the two remaining coffee flasks from the bag and twirled out of the kitchen. Just as he was leaving he called back. "By the way, L'Ecosse! Your keys are buried in the garden somewhere."

"Aye?"

"Oui! In ze panzys I think!"

"Cheers!" The door slammed as France left.

England gaped at his older brother and Scotland raised an eyebrow. "Aye?"

England shook his head. "Oh. Nothing… You just amaze me sometimes…"

"That's cause I'm flipping amazing!" He grinned widely, pulling a cigarette packet out of the plastic bag, plus a new, clean set of clothes. "I'm using yer shower." He said without really asking. England just sighed.

"Okay."

Scotland left him alone in the kitchen which was messy from France and Scotland breaking in through the window and then passing out. He tried to avoid looking at the French vomit. He would have to clean this all up after Scotland left. He couldn't help but wonder what the hell went on last night and why Scotland's keys were buried in his pansies. He chuckled again, remembering the fact that Scotland had his ears pierced again.

The red head is always actually more drunk than you realise and drunk more often than you think. It was hard to tell when he is drunk though as he acts the same, sober or drunk. It always took alot to actually get Scotland drunk enough to act differently or pass out so England knew that the four probably had a LOT of alcohol last night.

England sighed before smiling. He still couldn't believe the shock on Scotland's face when he realised that he got another piercing.

(A/N - I still haven't finished my first story yet but I needed a break from it. So I wrote two one-shots! I hope you enjoy this quick little story and the next one. I promise I will finished the first story soon. I don't have Writer's block but I still need a pause from another story. BTW I have a small WB on 'Who's my Papa.' I know what is going to happen but I'm having trouble phrasing it. On 'A growing Maddness', I decided to pause on that while I write some more of this one. This is my favourite fanfic at the moment so this one will probably be updated more often than the other two.

Ask if you would like translations for Scotland, ask! REVIEW PLEASE!)