((A/N: Thanks once again to Dark Meow Meow Kitten of Doom))
"Boys' Night Out!" America whooped, and turned to smile at Coats Island who was tagging along with him, for once. She hesitantly smiled back, and he grinned, attempting to hug her. She scooted away as quickly as possible, jumping and glaring back at him.
"No hugs!" she said, and he sighed, before running ahead to sling his arms around Denmark and Norway's shoulders, shouting loudly. Iceland was to the side of Norway, and caught sight of her shaking her head at her elder brother. His cheeks went quite pink – she was wearing a rather nice outfit of a white cardigan over a dark red dress, although she had thick boots on underneath it. She still looked rather cute…For an overly loud crazy oddball, of course. That's all. He began berating his stupid mind inwardly, and she walked quickly enough to catch up to them. She ignored the pleadings of Prussia - she didn't care if he wanted her to try and get Mattie's number for him, much to his aggravation. However, Sweden was now watching him, and he didn't want to risk his wrath.
"PUB AHEAD!" England shouted, and America fell back to sling Coats over his shoulders, laughing as she squeaked and kicked his back. She gave up and sighed, with a grin crossing her face. The bartender looked up as they filed in - England, Scotland, Iceland, Norway, Romania, Finland, Denmark, Sweden, Russia, America, Prussia, France, Spain, Germany and the Ireland twins. All of them migrated to a table at the back, and sent Spain to order the drinks. Iceland sighed and Norway looked at him in puzzlement, before sipping his cider. Iceland had ordered brennivín, and America had the beer. Most people had ordered their country's special – although the Ireland twins had been frisked for poteen before they left home, apparently. Coats seemed to have a cocktail, judging from the bright colours of her drink.
Once they spotted the karaoke, it looked to be a good evening. England was shoved towards the machine by Romania, who was cackling loudly. He sighed and began to flip through the songs, before choosing one. They began to call dibs on the next turn as the former pirate surprisingly chose a New Romantics song, and it was decided that Coats would be fifth and Iceland would be seventh, among the others. Coats seemed to be keeping a steady head despite ordering more of the same coloured drink, whereas the others seemed to be getting steadily plastered.
When it was Coats' turn, she took a long time flipping through the tracks, before smiling as she apparently found what she was looking for. The instrumental started up and England blinked in shock before clapping in time. Coats grinned before beginning.
"On the floor of Tokyo
Or down in London town to go, go
With the record selection
And the mirror's reflection
I'm dancing with myself…"
She actually had a pretty good voice, loud enough, and leading a few to wonder what Canada's voice would be like if he had come along. As she sang, Iceland found himself actually listening more and more, until he was full-on staring at the girl as she sang, before Norway and Sweden both caught him at it and looked at him, causing him to jump, blush and heatedly defend himself in a whisper.
"I'm only listening to the song!" he said, and they both raised an eyebrow simultaneously.
"So let's sink another drink
'Cause it'll give me time to think
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
And I'll be dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Well there's nothing to lose
And there's nothing to prove
I'll be dancing with myself,"
When she finished, she seemed surprised, before America dashed up and started to choose – it turned out to be some song by a Spanish guy about being a hero – of course, Spain sang along in the original language, sounding much better. Then it was Iceland's turn, although he had to be pushed up by Norway. He sighed, and started looking through the tracks, eventually choosing a somewhat old track, and began to sing, cheeks pink from both alcohol and seeing Coats watching him with a large smile. A small part of him was impressed that she didn't appear wasted at all.
"I pictured a rainbow
You held it in your hands
I had flashes
But you saw the plan
I wandered out in the world for years
While you just stayed in your room
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon
The whole of the moon…"
I'm not singing this for anyone! he thought furiously, but noticed Norway and Sweden raising their eyebrows again, while Denmark was full on grinning and England, although definitely drunk (he was talking in his slurred accent), was looking oddly between him and Coats with a dawning look of comprehension.
"I spoke about wings
You just flew
I wondered, I guessed and I tried
You just knew
I sighed
But you swooned
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon
The whole of the moon..."
When he finished, Scotland stood up to sing, and Iceland walked back to sit down with pink cheeks, before Coats leant over with huge sparkling eyes.
"That was so cool!" she said, and his face went bright red.
"It's just singing, I don't see why you're getting so worked up about it!" he snapped, and she grinned. He began to hope this would be over soon.
…
"Denmark! Get out of the road!" Coats shrieked, tugging the large man out of the path of a car. He simply laughed, staggering onto the pavement. Sweden was carrying a passed out Finland on his back, and himself seemed unaffected by the alcohol.
For Iceland, however, everything was sort of blurred, but everything seemed remarkably clear in his mind as to what he should do. Half of that included consuming more alcohol, and part of it included leaning on Coats while he asked her the very important question.
"Why….why aren't you drunk?" he asked with a confused look and she sighed.
"No alcohol. It was a non-alcoholic drink. Unlike yours, which got you wasted." She gently took his arms and placed one of his arms on Norway's shoulders, who had his arm on England's shoulder. She began to do the same with the others until they were in a sort of baby elephant line. Occasionally one of them would break away and be fetched back by Coats. Iceland thought this was rather nice of her, before staring at her for a very long time, until she noticed and turned around.
"What is it?"
He stepped forward and pressed his lips softly against her cheek, before standing back and wobbling. She had frozen, her face gone completely red, before she pulled her phone out, starting to speak quickly in French when whoever she had rung had answered.
He frowned, before darkness blurred and he was hoisted over Denmark's shoulder as he passed out.