Moments [Hetalia x Reader]

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Doing karaoke was, admittedly, a good idea. Mixing it was alcohol? Not so good. This landed (Y/n) in this predicament. America had invited the Allies and the Axis plus a few others to go karaoke which sounded like fun, so, most of them agreed. They all agreed to meet up at 7 PM at the place.

It started off normal enough. People were singing, England hadn't started stripping yet, no one was drunk yet, everything was fine. China had brought some snacks and actual food was provided by the karaoke place. (Y/n) was happily chatting with her fellow nations while listening to everyone else sing.

It was then, someone found out the punch was spiked. If anyone had asked (Y/n) who she thought spiked it, she would have said France or Russia or Prussia, not that she was complaining. Somewhere along the line, everyone decided, "whatever, we're already getting drunk anyways" and got more alcohol.

What did you expect? Normalcy?

At the moment, (Y/n) could count herself as tipsy but not yet drunk. Her senses were alright, not too clouded by the alcohol. As for some of the others, she couldn't say the same. Karaoke was still happening, abet, they were starting to substitute the actual lyrics with other ones. Most of the parodies made sense, the others? Not so much.

"The club isn't the best place to a stalk a lover

So the gym is where I go.

That's when I spy on you when you box,

I pretend I box also," England drunkenly sang, seemingly not bothered by the lyrics. If anyone was 5 beers soberer, maybe they would've cared more. (Y/n) sipped her drink as America joined in with the next verse. Italy was giggling beside her. He was definitely drunk. She wasn't sure where Japan had gone but he was probably somewhere.

"Are you going to-a sing later?" Italy asked.

"Noooo," (Y/n) denied, "I'll make a fool of myself."

He laughed and flopped over on the couch. "You don't-a know that!"

"Someone's definitely keeping blackmail."

"Mhmm," he agreed.

"We're going sooo hungover tomorrow."

"Si~"

England and America had finished singing at this point and Prussia was up next. Spain was picking out a song as France leaned over his shoulder. (Y/n) knew that Prussia had been chugging beer and France was drinking wine so there was no telling what would happen. Mercifully, Spain remained blissfully tipsy but not drunk. She had heard the Spaniard was scary when he was truly drunk.

"Do you know who's going to pick us up?" (Y/n) questioned.

"I-a think Roderich is."

"He's picking up me, you and Lovi, right?"

"Yup!"

"Mhmm."

(Y/n) focussed her attention on Prussia. He was singing the original lyrics to the song, thankfully. She wondered what time it was. It certainly felt like it was after 12 AM. Italy wandered off away, probably to find Germany. She downed the rest of her drink and left the couch. She found Romano scribbling in a notebook.

"What'cha doing?" (Y/n) tapped his shoulder.

"Writing the-a parody lyrics," he mumbled, continuing to write the words.

She peered over his shoulder and found that indeed, he was writing out the parodies people had sung earlier. Looking back at some of the songs, she wasn't drunk enough for this.

"'M gonna get more alcohol," she informed Romano.

She didn't get to hear his answer before she walked away. Maybe if she drank enough, she would be able to forget the blaring music and terrible parodies when she woke up.

End!

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