After a painfully long and quiet train ride the two had made it to the meeting, right on time to arrive with most of the other women. While Ukraine tried desperately to calm her nerves by catching up with the older women, Natalya wandered around the halls alone looking for the prison of a room she'd be trapped in for the day.
Coming up to a door with a sign conveniently named "Girls Only" Natalya decided to peek inside, the wooden door slowly creaking open and echoing eerily throughout the room. Upon hearing the spine-chilling noise Czechia spun around in a cold sweat, shrieking on the top of her lungs upon spotting a shadowy figure peering at her with a sole, dead eye.
"Oh, if it isn't little Czech," Natalya remarked, her sickeningly sweet voice slithering into the room and strangling the air out of it. With a light push the door flung open, nearly flying off the hinges and revealing her standing sinisterly in the doorway, only making Czechia scream more.
Marching forward she stood eye to eye with Czechia, who was frustratingly the same height as her despite looking much younger and seeming so frail and pitiful. "Why do you not worship big brother Russia?" She asked, her voice severe. The brown-haired girl shrunk back, her face blue. "W-Why do you have to ask that every time you see me?"
"Because you still have yet to submit to him. You should be reveling in his presence, beg to get the chance to lick his boots. He has time and again graced you with his kindness and requested you be friends, for whatever reason, but each and every time you spit at him then go crawl back to the West. You are a traitor to the Union."
"Alright," Czechia muttered, her hands up, backing away slowly and eyes nervously darting to the side. "Would you like to sit down?" She offered with a stiff smile, her hands pointing off to her left.
Looking away from the girl Natalya took in the layout of the room. There was a big circle of comfy chairs and couches, with small end tables between all of them. Over on a table to the left there were multiple plates and bowls of finger foods and snacks, as well as a good hoard of drinks, alcohol or otherwise.
After her moment of analysis she let out a hmph, crossing her arms and strolling over to pick her seat. Czechia let out of sigh of relief, letting her head fall as the tension left her body. This was going to be a long day.
Once Natalya had found the room it didn't take long for the other girls to filter into the room, multiple conversations taking off and making things much more lively.
"Vell, as much as I could go on about myself, I sink I should save some stories for zhe circle. Vhat about you, you and Belarus do anysing fun recently?" Hungary asked curiously. Ukraine reflexively let out a laugh. "Nyet, nothing like that," she denied with a wide smile, her hand lurching forward to grab a large bottle of vodka, quickly pouring a martini glass to the brim and leaning back to down it in an instant, followed by another coy laugh.
Watching her sister and Hungary's amused confusion Natalya rolled her eyes, slumping against the chair. This was already going swimmingly. Once the girls had done their catching up and picked the food and drinks they wanted, they closed the door, allowing the girls' meeting to commence.
Hungary, ever the leader of this event, stood up from her seat on a couch, raising her glass of liquor. "It's zhat time again ladies. I hope you all had a great year and I cannot vait to hear all zhe juicy and scandalous stories you've acquired zhis time." That earned a few laughs around the room, girls smirking devilishly or cupping their warm faces. Or nervously laughing along in Ukraine's case.
"Today ve meet in Prague, hosted by zhe lovely Czechia, who vas generous enough to provide zhe food and alcohol, as vell as a spa ve vill be visiting later," she said while gesturing to Czechia, who was smiling cockily knowing she was going to blow the girls away with her vastly superior spas.
Hungary then moved her hand to direct attention to the other side of the circle. "Ve are also joined again by our honorary member, Liechtenstein, who seems to have finally convinced zheir brozher to let her leave zhe house." More laughs filled the room, Lichtenstein waving shyly with a small smile on her face.
"And finally zhere are zhis year's vinners for the drunken damsel avard. In sird place is myself (which is funny given she is in fact married), second place is Czechia, and in first place, vith a vopping average of tventy liters of alcohol consumed per year, is none ozher zhen Seychelles. Revards vill be given out later. So buckle up and get drinking ladies, ve have a heavyveight in our midsts. Now, bottoms up!"
With an end to her little speech Hungary drank her shot of liquor, the other women with drinks following suit. Natalya will never understand how someone like Czechia or Seychelles, being as small and young looking as they are, are even allowed to drink. If Alfred were here he'd make a hassle about respecting drinking laws or bring up how much he hates the substance.
'What an annoying puritan that boy is,' Natalya thought while extending a hand, another girl handing her a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. For someone who's always trying to find something wild or exciting to do he sure seems to hate the idea of fun. The two of them could have so much more fun if he'd just let loose and drink a little more often. They could laugh and dance and party together without a care in the world, then out of a sudden urge stumble into another room or closet, make out while tasting the alcohol on their breath. . . press her up against the wall.
Her hand gripped into her dress up near her collar, while she stared off into space with a mind swirling with the most depraved thoughts imaginable. She almost didn't notice the other girls had all sat back down after collecting their desired drinks. Before anyone could notice her she took a drink, hoping it'd numb her thoughts a little and give her peace.
"So, who vants to go first?" Hungary asked, her narrow eyes scanning over the women. "Any updates on relationships? Drama? New developments? Sexual encounters?" She finished while bouncing her eyebrows suggestively.
After a moment a hand raised up, the nations turning to see that it was Liechtenstein that raised her hand. "Liechtenstein, vhat do you have for us?" Hungary asked curiously. Liechtenstein blushed nervously, now that she had everyone's attention. This wasn't her first time here but she didn't present that often to be used to it.
"It's doesn't have to do vith relationships or anysing like zhat, and is probably pretty boring, but I sought it vas a veird story. So about a month ago I vas having zhe usual picnic vith my big brozher, vhich ve alvays do facing zhe mountains, so ve have a pretty view vhile ve eat."
Natalya nearly let out a rude groan as Liechtenstein rambled on about useless information pertaining to their brother and how awesome their picnics are together. She didn't care for Liechtenstein, in fact she very much despised them, mostly out of envy for the relationship they had with their brother. She wished Switzerland and Russia could switch attitudes, so Russia would always be doting and overprotective of her.
When Liechtenstein made a strange face Natalya came back in to the conversation. "And zhen I hear gunshots coming from zhe mountain. Vith how often he does it I simply vent back to eating, vaiting for his return, but after a few minutes I hear a strange voice calling out to me and turn around to find none ozher zhan America waving to me."
"America? What was he doing snowboarding there? I thought he wasn't allowed in Switzerland," Vietnam pointed out. To which Liechtenstein shrugged. "Zhat's vhat I vas vondering."
Natalya was puzzled as to why this sounded so familiar, until remembering the picture Alfred sent to her. She remembered finding it humorous how he got shot at, until learning he was run out of the country and had his little vacation put to an abrupt halt until he made it to Austria.
"He seemed to completely forget about running avay and valked over to say hi to me. Vhich you know how he talks. It vas nosing but random. First he asks if I was friends vith Belarus, zhen barely gave me time to speak before he took a picture vith me, zhen ran avay vithout anozher vord."
"Vhat?!" Hungary exclaimed in surprise, her and all the girls slowly turned to Natalya, who sat with her arms crossed and a scowl frozen to her face. "What are you looking at me for? I'm just as lost as all of you. If I were to guess, that dolt was probably just trying to create small talk. He most likely didn't know much about Liechtenstein but knew the two of us interacted before so assumed there was a friendship between us."
Most of the girls, excluding Ukraine, nodded in agreement, finding the statement logical, all except Hungary. She skeptically eyed Natalya's blank face. That was a total lie and they knew it, it had to be. Alfred and Natalya had stayed in the same house and had gone on some cross-country trip together, then he goes off asking about her not that long after. There's no way that's a coincidence.
Hungary gnawed on her lip in thought. Her investigative mind was buzzing. 'Did he ask Liechtenstein in order to keep tabs on Belarus after Russia took them home? No, it's America, he doesn't need to ask around in order to keep track of someone, and he probably wouldn't rely on Liechtenstein to keep confidences. It really could've been some innocent spur of the moment question, making Prussia's theory all the more plausible, which infuriated her, she'd rather die than admit he got it right.
She scratched her chin and looked over at Ukraine. They've been going heavy with the alcohol, at least more than what she usually does. They might know something, something she could squeeze out of them given they got wasted enough. She'll see if she can't get them alone later, see what she can do.
Natalya looked to the small blonde, her eyes cold slits. "So, Liechtenstein, what did you tell him?" It brought Hungary's attention back and focused on the girl trembling in her seat. "O-Oh I um... vell I said zhat ve don't talk much, except vhen you held me, hostage, vith a knife. But he still sought zhat meant ve vere friends. V-Ve aren't zhough of course, ja? Right? Miss Belarus?"
The older blonde ignored the girl, glaring at the ground with a shake of her head. "Only some special kind of idiot could make that mistake. Honestly it's a shock big brother could not immediately crush him and make him a slave."
She further grumbled to herself in annoyance. This is twice in the past twenty four hours Alfred's blabbering has gotten her into trouble. Despite her anger, she'll give him somewhat of a pass, given the slip up with Liechtenstein was before they were dating, but there will definitely be a long talk with him to make sure he doesn't spill their secret.
"Riiight..." Monaco spoke cautiously, looking between Natalya and Liechtenstein. "If you're done with your story, Liechtenstein, I could go next." To which the girl nodded, more than happy to direct attention away from herself.
With the other girls now looking to her as well she began. "Well, girls, I need to rant for a minute if that's alright with you." In unison the girls let out a long "ooooh," as well as other hoots and hollers of excitement.
"So, I was at zhe casino as usual, winning big, when I met zhis guy at the poker table," she said, getting a few curious and devious glances. "'e was kind and proved to be quite zhe challenge, plus I would be lying if I said 'e wasn't quite zhe looker. Anyway we got to talking, nosing too serious, but it was pleasant and we were 'aving a nice time. But zhen out of nowhere France pops out and scares 'im away, zhen leads me out of zhe building."
"No," Taiwan expressed in horrified disbelief, only for Monaco to nod. "Qui! I can't believe 'im. 'e gets to be perverted and flirt with every man and woman zhat catches his eye, but zhe moment I even find someone interesting enough to want to 'old a conversation with, 'e suddenly decides 'e needs to act like I'm getting myself into somesing dangerous and need to be supervised. I mean, zhe double standard of zhat man. In zhat casino alone I saw 'im flirt with four girls while escorting me outside. It's absolutely ridiculous!"
"I get zhat, nobody like a cockblocker," Hungary empathized, but Monaco shook her head and waved her off. "It wasn't like zhat! I just met zhe guy, he was just someone neat to talk to." Hungary gave a wry smile, staring at her reflection in the brownish liquid of her glass. "Sure sure."
"It wasn't like zhat, honestly," Monaco denied sternly. "All I wanted to do was hang out and play poker, and I happened to meet someone nice doing zhe same sing. It infuriates me zhat France has to treat me like a child. Does he forget how old I am? I'm an adult, I can make my own decisions!"
Natalya turned slightly and gave her sister a knowing look, the other trying to turn invisible and disappear from her sister's gaze. Luckily she got her moment when Taiwan let out a praising "you go girl!" which successfully distracted Natalya. "Yeah, stick it to zhe old fart!" Seychelles cheered with a pump of her fist, very familiar with that sort of treatment from France. "Next time zhat happens you should tell 'im off. Make a big scene."
"Or... if handsome men like to frequent zhat casino zhen maybe sic one or two on France to "distract" him and leave you alone," Hungary offered with a perverted expression, some others agreeing with equally wicked smiles.
"Speaking more on zhat, 'ave any of you noticed zhat zhe men seem more... flirty... as of late?" Belgium wondered out loud, earning some questioning looks. "When are they not?" Vietnam responded bitterly, earning a few laughs. Belgium nodded along, but held a focused expression. "True. But seriously, does anyone feel like it's 'appening more often? Or is it just me?"
"Hmm... I suppose over zhe past few decades zhe world has generally gained friendlier relations. Maybe zhat's zhe boys' veird vay of showing it. Plus everyvone is togezher more often vithout zhe constant vars so ve may just be seeing it more," Hungary suggested.
"I don't sink it's more of zhe boys, I sink it may just be zhe same few doing it all zhe time. My brozher has a special list of people to shoot if zhey talk to me," Liechtenstein added. No one wanted to comment on that, though they could completely understand why there was a list.
Taiwan tilted her head back, attempting to resurface some passing memories where she witnessed people being flirted with. Eventually she snapped her head forward, looking at Liechtenstein skeptically. "You sure? Personally I'm not flirted with all that often but I could've sworn every guy's done it at least once or twice."
"Non, I sink she's right," Monaco butted in. "I mean, everyone take a moment and sink about who 'as flirted with you." The conversation paused as everyone took a few minutes to think about their recent encounters, a couple girls even resorting to counting on their fingers. Natalya doesn't understand why they don't just scare the men away. That's what she does and it works perfectly fine.
Dammit why is she still wasting her time here? She could be off flirting with Alfred right now, or go and wait for Russia to be alone to spend time with them.
Once everyone was done they looked around at each other, wondering who should share first. As the one who suggested they even do this experiment, Monaco raised her hand. "Italy and Seborga," she said. The others quickly followed along.
Taiwan: "Italy. That idiot."
Belgium: "Romano. I sink it's sort of cute. Oh and Italy as well."
Vietnam: "...Italy and France. Bastards, the both of them."
Seychelles: "Oh definitely France. Yuck!"
Ukraine put a hand on her cheek, pondering to herself. "Well, I am thinking a lot try to, but they always run. Italy managed to have the success when asking me on date, but Belarus scared him away. More often it is Hungary or Taiwan that is saying something."
"Because you're so beautiful," Hungary spoke earnestly. Taiwan nodded along rapidly. "Yeah, you're a total cutie." She then shoved her fist in the air above her head enthusiastically. "Plus you've got an awesome chest." Right after she said it she darted her eyes around at all the people now looking oddly at her, her face turning increasingly red. "Or, I mean— well... I um..."
Hungary and Liechtenstein gave her sympathetic looks, knowing what she meant. Hungary decided to save their friend from the embarrassment. "For me it's Austria of course. But I suppose zhat doesn't truly count."
"What about Prussia?" Czechia wondered, smirking a bit at seeing Hungary frown. "Ja, if you consider his constant harassment and irritating taunts, flirting. Vhat about you, still playing hard to get vith Slovakia?"
"Eh?! Wha-What?!" Czechia sputtered. "Of course not! That's ridiculous. Why would you think that?" Hungary watched amused as the girl stumbled over words, unable to meet her gaze. "I don't know, maybe because you are alvays teasing him like a smitten schoolgirl, or how every time I see you two togezher you're bose red-faced messes calling each other cute."
Czechia covered her burning face in horror, completely speechless. Hungary then turned her sights on Natalya, the last one left to share. She sat as guarded and quiet as ever, scowling and cross-armed. Hungary was pretty sure they would find a way to talk about Russia, but it was worth a shot.
"So Belarus, anyone try and put the moves on you recently?" Natalya tensed, her fingers curling and digging into her arms while her jaw twitched and audibly ground her teeth together. "Nyet," she answered flatly.
To her surprise, it was Ukraine that spoke up to challenge the statement. "But... had not Italy been doing so when asking you on date?" Natalya glared evilly at her in response. "He was too much of a bitch to speak to me."
"And what about Lithuania? He has been fancying of you for centuries." Natalya could feel a vein in her forehead pulsating. "Are you intentionally trying to piss me off?!"
"But he does flirt vith you, or tries to at least," Hungary stated, causing Natalya to snap. "You think I want that socially awkward piece of shit speaking to me like that?! How many fucking bones to I need to break for him to get the hint?" She raged while slamming her hand on the nearby end table, the bottle of vodka falling on its side with a loud clank. "I don't want him flirting with me, I don't want anyone flirting with me goddammit!"
"Not even Russia?" Hungary questioned coolly, serious green eyes staring into violet. Natalya returned the look, trying to figure out what Hungary was playing at.
"You seem to have a lot to say Hungary. Why don't you go next?" Natalya suggested, narrowing her eyes at the woman. "Oh ho, I have plenty to say," Hungary said with a giggle, before her face morphed into a mischievous little smirk. "But I haven't had nearly enough alcohol to get into zhose stories yet. Vhy don't you go? You've been pretty quiet zhis whole time. Besides zhat last outburst."
Natalya crossed her arms with a scowl. "I have nothing to say. Do I need to beat the message into you all that I do not care for all these ridiculous squealing matches?" Taiwan pouted sadly, leaning forward into a depressed slouch. "But, what do you mean? You almost always are a part of this."
"Only whenever it involves Russia," Czechia whispered while leaning over to Taiwan. Natalya sneered viciously at the slight, striking Czechia stiff in fear. "Do you wish to die?!" She snapped while bolting to her feet. The girl cowered behind a throw pillow, then quickly grabbed Taiwan and pulled her over to shield herself with.
Before Natalya could march over Hungary got to her feet, waving her hands up and down slowly. "Alright alright, everyvone settle down, zhis is a place to relax. No need to get feisty."
The tension in the room remained for a few seconds more, Natalya looking around the circle at the wary behavior of the other women, before she finally huffed angrily and sat back down onto the chair, crossing one leg over the other. "You've got one thing right, I am way too sober for this."
Reaching over to her end table she picked up the knocked over vodka bottle and filled another glass, while the others calmed down and got back into their spots. As she took her drink Hungary faced her from across the room, putting her elbows on her legs and holding her head up on her fists.
"Ve might as vell stay on topic vith vhat Czechia said. Are you sure zhere's been nosing? Anysing interesting happen vith you or Russia lately? It is true you typically have somesing to input in regards to your brozher."
Lowering the glass from her lips, Natalya held a solid face, internally thinking about how humorous it would be to casually let it all out, act like it was business as usual as she left Russia after the China mishap then fell in love and took the virginity of The United States. Hungary would bleed out through her nose. Then she'd rub it in Vietnam's face just because.
Masking the tiny sadistic smirk beginning to form she spoke. "Nyet. Due to all the protesting and other nonsense I haven't been able to see big brother as much as I wished. It is fortunate I still have the next couple holidays to spend with him."
"Oh? Vhat ozher nonsense are ve talking about?" Hungary inquired, head tilted to the side and smile suspiciously large. Natalya didn't appreciate it one bit. "What does it matter? It's all weird, irritating distractions. Paperwork, setting up elections, government responsibilities. Why do you want to know so badly?"
Hungary shrugged innocently. "Just curious is all. Vant to know how you've been, I sink you could find an intriguing story to tell." Natalya frowned deeper, a gut feeling put off by the wide smile. "Right. Maybe I will try to think of one while you bother someone else."
Ukraine sat uncomfortably in the middle, her eyes flicking from one girl to the other, holding the large, filled glass in both her hands and occasionally taking big awkward sips. Some of the heavier drinkers cheered on her enthusiasm.
Hungary decided to leave Natalya alone, not wanting to push her any further. Everyone sat around uncomfortably, slowly drinking or eating, or anything to keep their eyes away from Hungary or Belarus.
Not able to take the stale environment anymore Czechia stood up, everyone turning to her. "Okaaaay, I seem to be sensing some lingering tension. So, why don't we go and release some of this tension in the spa?"
Some of the girls who had been waiting for the spa excitedly gathered what they needed and followed Czechia out the door, while others like Natalya and Vietnam had to be physically dragged out by their overeager sibling and friend respectively. Natalya grumbled as she was pulled along. This spa better be worth it.
"Oh that is feeling sooo amazing," Ukraine sighed in relief as a masseuse pressed their thumbs into her bare back, a loud crack and pop coming from her spine. Ukraine let out a tipsy little laugh, her chin and tilted head resting on her crossed arms. "My back had been so sore as of late. Stupid breasts."
Around her more women lied on massage tables, relaxing or singing their praises as they received massages of their own. Natalya kept silent as a pair of hands roughly worked her upper back, rubbing her tense muscles. She never knew how tight the muscles were in her neck, simply rubbing them sent pains all throughout her body.
Now that she thinks about it, she does have a boyfriend now, she should ask for a back rub every once in a while. His strong, large hands gripping her muscles and squeezing them soothingly, releasing all the stress and tension from her body. She almost had to slap herself. It's dangerous to be left to her thoughts, they always find a way to return to Alfred.
Speaking of which, she had just received a notification, which when checking she saw it was a text from him. Looking over to make sure no one was looking at her, she answered him back.
America
A: Sup! Just checking
in. How's the girls'
meeting? Having
fun? What are u
doing rn?
B: Hello, and it's
exactly as I knew
it would be. So far
all they've done is
rant about boys
and discuss
who's the biggest
pervert among them.
Currently my back is
being kneaded.
A: ...wut???
Are you dough??
B: Wtf? Nyet, I'm
getting a massage.
A: Ohh duh
Should've just said
that.
But hey that's fun
right? Also who is the
biggest pervert? France?
B: I wouldn't say a
massage is fun, plus
it just made me
realize how tense
my muscles are.
And it's Italy, he
appears to have
flirted with or asked
out just about every
one of us at some point.
A: Really?! Wow, I knew
he was a romance
nation but I didn't
expect that. France
isn't gonna like his
throne being taken.
So you aren't having
fun? Have you shared
yet?
B: There is nothing
I want to say.
Hungary was already
on my ass about it.
Nyet I'm not having
fun. And it simply
gets worse the more
they insist on getting
me involved. I'm glad
they at least provided
alcohol.
A: Aww, that sucks.
But c'mon you've
got so many awesome
stories to tell! What
about when you
punched that crocodile?
Or hiked that giant
mountain?
Or learned how to
swim? :3
B: Fuck you asshole!
But nyet I cannot.
Those all involve you.
A: Just don't mention
me then
B: It's not that simple.
How do I explain the
reason behind why I
was in your country?
A: Lie? Or just say you
were somewhere else.
Isn't Europe and Asia
full of mountains and
junk?
B: I'll think about it.
A: Oh btw how's Ukraine?
Still freaking out about
us?
Natalya looked over at her sister once more, who was purring as they got their neck rubbed. She rolled her eyes and texted back.
Alfred
B: She's been drinking
a lot to stay calm,
though at this rate I
fear she'll get wasted
then say something she
isn't supposed to.
A: Oh
B: I don't know why she
she is freaking out so
much in the first place,
she is the one that
encouraged me to go
on our date. If anything
this is her fault.
A: Idk. Hearing your
sibling slept with
someone, because of
your help, is pretty
disturbing for anyone
to hear. I mean, she
basically helped her
little sister get laid
B: I don't think she is too
concerned with that.
She thinks I'm going
too fast. That I should've
waited longer to make
sure this would work.
A: That's fair ig
Seems to be working
well enough so far
B: Da, she worries too
much, it's annoying.
And now I have to
watch her to make
sure she doesn't
speak about it.
How stupid.
A: I wouldn't worry about
that, if everyone is
drunk enough then no
one would remember
anyway.
Anyway I'll leave you to
it. Prussia and Denmark
came over and we're
about to prank call
Germany.
Also try to have some
fun, you're not gonna
feel any better if you
keep acting grumpy
and uninterested. This
is a time to relax and
drink and talk about
whatever with friends
B: They are not my
friends.
A: Then make some
friends. Come on
do it, for me?
B: You think your
approval means
anything to me?
A: Uh huh
I gotta go fr now
Have fun, drink,
party, converse with
peeps. I wanna hear
about all the drama
after you're done
Ok bye love uuuuuu!
B: Annoying.
She set her phone down and rested her head back down, closing her eyes to think. It was still a surprise to her that she fell for him of all people. He's so energetic and happy whenever he talks to her, like a puppy. On the surface level it's loud and annoying to her, the complete opposite of the silence and seriousness she enjoys, but deep down she finds his quick and strong attachment to her endearing. It was a pleasant role reverse from her obsessing over him.
A small smile graced her lips and for once she let it remain, not really concerned with anyone catching her given they all had their faces pressed into their arms or within the hole of the massage tables.
After a while she had had enough of the massage, and moved on to enter a sauna, where she found the remaining girls sitting inside and mid conversation. Some had towels wrapped around their body, others only around their waist. Natalya decided to keep hers up over her chest, always reserved with how much skin she shows, despite how bold Alfred likes to claim she is.
"Oh come on, stop being so modest," Taiwan spoke loudly, in some sort of dispute with Vietnam. The latter trying to hide their face behind a hand. "I'm not being modest, why do you insist on bringing this up again."
Natalya sat down on an adjacent bench, crossing on leg over the other as she observed the conversation. "Because you still refuse to acknowledge that you're pretty! Stop being so selfless, it's unfair when you're so much cuter than everyone else." Vietnam sighed with a shake of her head. This old argument would go on forever.
Natalya continued to watch the back and forth as more of the women slowly filed in. "Who's pretty?" Hungary asked as she walked in, catching a part of the conversation.
Taiwan turned to her as they neared the pair. "Vietnam." Hungary raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Still? Girl you're too modest." Taiwan deadpanned at Vietnam, who turned away shyly.
"I mean look at us. Ve're all a bunch of snacks, ve leave zhe men drooling over us," Hungary encouraged sassily. "Damn right," Belgium agreed, before looking to the floor with a grave expression. "Even if some of us are more plain zhan ozhers."
"You can still look hot even if you're "plain"," Hungary comforted while placing a hand on Belgium's shoulder, but Belgium still looked unsure. "But... people like you, Ukraine, and Belarus stand out so much more, I don't even compare."
"I didn't ask for the attention, count yourself lucky," Natalya stated, to her own surprise. Why was she joining in the conversation? It was too mushy for her anyway.
Hungary nodded, agreeing with her. "She's right, just look at Liechtenstein. She doesn't have crazy unique hair or anysing like zhat but she is absolutely adorable." The young girl mentioned smiled slightly at the praise.
"Vell enough of zhat, how's zhe sauna?" Hungary inquired. "It feels wonderful," Monaco replied, Czechia smirking to herself as she poured more water over the container of hot rocks.
"Where is Ukraine?" Natalya asked, noticing she was the only girl still missing. Hungary got herself comfortable in the room, retightening her towel around her waist before sitting down and facing Natalya. "Still getting a massage."
"Yeah, her back is real screwed up," Taiwan added. "The one downside to big boobs."
"I am here," Ukraine called out as she opened the sauna door, clumsily collapsing down onto a seat. Seychelles snorted as they fell. "It's barely even *hic* past lunchtime." Ukraine adjusted herself in the seat, then stared at the island nation. "Be speaking for yourself."
"Sestra cover yourself," Natalya ordered, scowling. Ukraine waved her off, unbothered by the look she was receiving. "It is just us girls here, it is not big deal. But alright. Yet even so, I appear I have misplaced my towel." She gripped in front of her chest a few times, expecting a towel to be there. "It is around your waist," Natalya pointed out, Ukraine's eyes brightening up as she noticed the towel covering her lower body.
"Ohh, you are right, thank you." She then grabbed the edge of it, attempting to pull it off herself. "Sestra leave it on!" Natalya yelled, her face blanching. How was her sister getting this drunk so fast? She was only starting to get tipsy not that long ago.
Ukraine covered her mouth and let out a little laugh. "Silly me." Standing up she turned around and unraveled the towel properly, hiding herself as she raised it and covered the rest of her body. Turning back around she sat down with a big smile.
At this point Seychelles had her head leaning against the wall as she laughed her head off, Natalya facepalming, and the rest of the girls somewhere in between. This was going to be a long day.
Only a few hours later and all the girls were totally blasted. Having gone through almost all the alcohol even the greatest of heavyweights had eventually succumbed to the bottle. All except Liechtenstein, who hadn't drank and now alone sat in both amusement and concern as all her friends lie strewn about the room, either passed out or too drunk to walk straight.
Seychelles was sitting at the table and sleeping face down in a plate of sandwiches, with Vietnam nearby drunkenly glaring at her trusty oar. The rest of the women were congregated in or near the circle, still talking. Though now in separate conversations that blended into boisterous, chaotic noise.
"Hey, hey! Belarus!" Belgium shouted, lying upside down on a couch, her legs up at the top and head hanging off the bottom. Natalya raised her head off of a table, flopping it onto its side to face the woman. "The fuck you want?"
"You're good at trivia right? Tell us something cool!" Belgium requested, Monaco raising up from where she lie on the floor in front of Belgium. A few others turned their attention to listen in. "Oooh yes, she is great at the trivia. She is so so smart... so smart," Ukraine muttered, half her face smushed against the side of a couch as she was slumped on the floor.
Natalya looked back through her memory, all fuzzy and distorted from the alcohol. "Uhhhhhh. Humans are the only living thing that blushes."
"Oh come on zhat's obvious," Belgium whined, so Natalya continued. "Elvis was blond." Taiwan raised her head off a chair, looking shocked. "Woaaah, really?! Does... does America even know that? Haha! That could've saved him the trouble back when he *hic* he dressed up as Elvis for Halloween then accidentally stained his hair black."
"The remote on car keys work better if you point them at your head." Belgium squinted her eyes as she tried to wrap her head around that one, pressing her fingers to her forehead. "Wait... woah what? How is zhat..? Why do you know zhat?!"
Natalya shrugged nonchalantly. "Because I'm a fuckin' genius." That earned a laugh from the Belgian, which she waved off. "Nah, it's all useless trivia, I don't remember where I learn it from."
"Huh..." Belgium said, still puzzled about the car key thing. A few moments passed in silence, enough time for Natalya to rest her head back down for a second before Taiwan then asked, "so, did you actually fight a crocodile? Like for real?"
Natalya sighed and raised her head once more, resting her chin on the top of the vodka bottle. "Da, I did." She could barely see straight but she was sure Taiwan was making some terrified face. "B-But why would you do that??"
Natalya shrugged again, an amused little grin on her lips. "Ask the crocodile, they were the one that ran at me and tried to bite my head off. It should've known better than to mess with me."
From the seat she was huddled in, Czechia groggily sat up, discarding a bottle of Becherovka she had been snuggling with. "That reminds me, where is-" she was cut off as a loud belch forced itself out of her throat. "Shit! That's not good."
"Wait, it that liquor?!" Taiwan shouted in horror while pointing at the green bottle Czechia detached from. "Dammit Czechia you've been downing beers all day, how much did you drink? Czechia put a hand to her head, a troubled look on her face. "Damn... how much did I drink?"
"You're gonna 'ave a bitch of a time tomorrow morning," Monaco commented, sipping on her glass of wine. "Fuuuuuck!" Czechia groaned. "I don't even remember grabbing this." Natalya couldn't help but laugh at their agony.
"Anyway, where is who?" Monaco wondered. "What? What do you mean?" Czechia replied. Monaco blinked at the girl a couple times. "I... what? You were about to ask us if we knew where someone was."
"Did I?" Czechia asked, seemingly lost. "I was... oh! Yeah, where's Hungary?" All the girls looked various ways in search of the woman, finding them behind one of the couches curled around Liechtenstein in a tight hug and cooing over them. "Svitzerland is so cruel, how could he keep you avay from Austria and I for so long? I alvays vanted a little sister."
"To be fair, you did have Italy vhen he vas younger," Liechtenstein reminded them. Hungary chuckled. "I guess you're right." It was then she noticed all the pairs of eyes peering down at her. "Oh... hello. Can I help you all?"
"You said you had stories to tell. Do you think you're drunk enough now?" Czechia wondered. Hungary nodded and detached from Liechtenstein, standing up with a wobble. "Ja. I guess I can now."
As her and Liechtenstein walked around to reenter the circle, Hungary looked over at the table, giving Natalya a threateningly sly smile, before quickly averting her attention to Vietnam. "Hey Vietnam, could you try to wake up Seychelles?"
Vietnam extended her oar and poked Seychelles a few times until they stirred. Slowly they lifted their head up, bread crumbs all over their face. They looked completely out of it, their eyes glazed over and unresponsive even as Vietnam tried to speak to them. She took about a half second glance around the room, then stood up, stumbling her way around the table and nearing the circle of seats.
The girls all watched curiously as she walked, but then she paused, turning away and walking over to a potted plant in the corner. "Seychelles? You alright?" Liechtenstein asked with worry, assuming a puking fit was about to ensue. Seychelles didn't respond, positioning herself overtop the plant, starting to mess with something under her dress.
With intrigue the girls drew closer, noticing the strange look of relief wash over the girl's face. "No vay..." Hungary muttered, the first to catch on to what was about to happen.
And right there in front of a group of drunken women, Seychelles began peeing on the plant. As soon as it happened the room was in uproar, girls screaming and laughing hysterically. Even Natalya got involved, walking over to the rest of the group. "Oh my God! Oh my God she is so fucked!"
"She's going to need a puke bucket," Vietnam added. "I mean shit she is basically unconscious right now!"
"Is anyvone recording zhis? Somevone record zhis please! I'm losing my damn mind," Hungary pleaded with a cackle, quickly being shushed by Monaco. "We got it, we got it," she said, barely able to hold in a laugh as she held her phone up, Czechia and Taiwan giggling as well as they watched the recording from over Monaco's shoulders.
After a few more seconds Seychelles finished up, fixing her clothes and stumbling off to one of the couches, crashing down onto it and almost immediately passing out. The girls then flocked to the phone, rewatching the video.
"Holy shit! Send zhat to me right now," Hungary requested, pulling out her own phone. Monaco nodded, sending the video to Hungary and the other women. "That's so good," Czechia chuckled, looking at her phone before tucking it in her pocket. "Alright enough distractions. What is it you want to talk about?"
"Oh right," Hungary responded, her and everyone else returning to the seats. Taiwan sat down on the couch next to Seychelles, roughly pushing their feet out of the way to get room. Once everyone was relaxed Hungary looked back at her phone, but just before she could speak Ukraine stood up. "I am going to bathroom too."
"Alright. Do you vant me to vait?" Hungary wondered, but Ukraine shook her head as she staggered away. "Oh nyet nyet, don't *hic* be worrying about *hic* me. Just tell me after."
"Right, so, you guys know zhe usual relationships we seorize about, right?" She asked rhetorically, her eyes still attached through her phone as she scrolled through something. The girls all nodded, so Hungary went on. "And you know zhe ones about Russia?"
Natalya had to stop herself from flying off the seat. She knew there was something mischievous behind the smiles Hungary kept giving her. Before she could speak out Hungary shouted, "vell get a load of zhis!" She then flipped her phone around, revealing a certain, familiar picture of Russia and China.
The uproar started again, some girls overjoyed that they got their theory right. Others blushing or aroused at the display, and those like Taiwan and Vietnam disgusted at seeing China in the picture. Natalya was fuming, her vision going red. Seeing a furious tantrum imminent Hungary jumped off the couch, speeding away as Natalya gave chase.
Just as she started running after the woman, her distorted vision caused her to knock into Vietnam. "Watch where you're going you bitch!" Vietnam snapped. Natalya stopped her chase on the spot and whipped around. "The fuck you call me?!"
"You heard me. I'm sick of watching you *hic* you sit around and sulk and grumble. It pisses me off," Vietnam spat, shoving Natalya by the shoulder. "Oh you're one to fucking talk! I saw you looking all miserable and pathetic in the corner."
Vietnam scoffed. "Oh go eat the fattest dick! I may look pathetic but at least I don't bitch and *hic* moan whenever I can't be around my "BiG bRoThEr," she said in a mocking tone. "You were probably creaming in your pants just looking at that picture of him." Natalya's face twisted in fury, her lip twitching, as she pulled out a plethora of knives. "You wanna go bitch?!"
"Stop it, both of you! Mon dieu, why do we 'ave to 'ave two angry drunks?" Monaco grumbled, putting a palm to her forehead. Both girls ignored them, Vietnam instead giving a threatening calm, "gladly," in response to Natalya's challenge, her hands curling around the handle of her boat oar.
They rushed each other, a drunken fight ensuing, girls screaming in terror as they tried to avoid flying knives and the brawling women. Or in Belgium's case, discreetly record the whole thing from behind the safe confines of a couch.
With Natalya off her tail, Hungary began doubling back toward the room, but slowed as they noticed Ukraine teeter her way around a corner. Ukraine noticed her as well, waving lazily. "Heyyyyy, Hungary!"
She attempted to skip her way over, tripping and crashing into Hungary instead, who could barely hold them up. "Settle down zhere girl. you're gonna go flying through a wall or somesin' at zhis rate."
"Sorry, I am just so clumsy," Ukraine laughed from Hungary's chest, grabbing onto the other's shoulder as she struggled to get upright. "So what had I been missing?" She asked once stabilized.
"Oh nosing much," Hungary shrugged, striking up a chat despite the fact that, to her knowledge, Natalya was still around somewhere and hunting her down. "I vas showing zhe girls a picture I received of *hic* ...fuck... *hic* of your brozher getting all sexual vith China."
"Oh that is most horrible!" Ukraine cried, though they didn't seem all too troubled by it, in fact they laughed some more. "And now everyone knows of their relationship?" To which Hungary nodded. "I take it your sister didn't take zhe revelation vell?" Hungary assumed. "Oh awful, most awful," Ukraine confirmed while shaking her head. "So how is she?" Hungary inquired. "She seems to have cheered up surprisingly quick. Given she is rarely anysing ozher zhan hostile."
"Oh, da she is doin' great," Ukraine nodded. "Better than she has been in long time in fact." Hungary threw her brows up. "Oh really now? Vhat's gotten her in such good spirits?" Ukraine didn't respond, drifting into thought as she recalled what had happened. Though she lost her focus halfway through, her head seeming as if it were tracking her fleeting thoughts as it slowly leaned back to look blankly up at the ceiling, causing her to stumble back a few steps and fall on her butt.
Hungary couldn't help but burst out laughing, wobbling her way over to her friend. "Hey, don't go passing out on me yet, you're leaving me on a cliffhanger here." She reached out and helped Ukraine back to her feet, but Ukraine looked around confused, like the impact from the fall had traveled all the way from her butt to her head and gave her amnesia. "Sorry what? Was I..? What am I- OH!" She remembered suddenly, her hands slapping onto the sides of her face.
"Da, I remember now. I was so full of the anger when she told me. She had been so *hic* so slow and careful for months, then is immediately turning around and losing her vi- "losing what, Ukraine?" A voice called out. The two turned to see Natalya standing further down the hall, her lip split and a vaguely squarish red mark on the side of her head.
"Were you talking about me?" She asked darkly as she neared them. Ukraine closed the distance and crashed into Natalya this time. A finger promptly flew up and pressed harshly against their lips, stinging the fresh cut. "Shhhhhhhhhh," Ukraine demanded, her face only a couple inches inches from Natalya's. "Don't tell sestra, she will be the furious at me."
Natalya sweat-dropped and stepped back, causing Ukraine to fall forward and flap her arms around in an attempt to regain her balance. "Jesus fuck sestra, how much did you drink?" She couldn't keep herself from finding the situation a little funny. Ukraine laughed sheepishly, raising her right hand up to rub her head.
"Woah, wait! Where did you get a hammer?" Natalya asked between laughs, Hungary also only now noticing the object in Ukraine's hand, after their whole talk together.
Ukraine took one look at it, said something completely intelligible, and fell like a plank headfirst into a wall.