Hetalia One-Shots

America's Friday Nights (OLD STORY)

*England's POV*

"Where is America? That bloody git. He never shows up to these conferences." England sighed, and grabbed his phone to call America. On the third ring, the phone was answered - by, surprisingly, Peter, America's butler. "Hello, America's house, Peter speaking." England cleared his throat. "Where the bloody hell is America? Why didn't he answer?" "....Its a Saturday," Peter said, as if that was an explanation.

  "So?!", England snapped angrily. "He's completely hungover." That took England by surprise. "Hungover? What?!? America doesn't drink!!" Peter sighed. "On Friday's, yes, he drinks. Usually he's passed out before the party's over, so I have to send a bunch of people home." England blinked, confused. "Party?", he echoed, confused. "Yeah, he has a huge one, every Friday night." England narrowed his eyes. "Why aren't we invited?" "America says you guys wouldn't be able to handle them - and, honestly, it's probably true."

  Suddenly, England heard a low moan on the other line. Peter sighed. "I've got to go. That's America. Bye, England." The call ended. England put his phone back in his pocket, slightly disgruntled. "Well?", Germany demanded. "Where's America?" England let out an annoyed sigh. "He's not coming, Peter said he has a bad hangover." The other countries looked over at England in surprise. "America, eh? But he doesn't even drink!", Canada exclaimed.

England shrugged. "Apparently he does - every Friday, at this huge party that 'we can't handle.'" Germany narrowed his eyes. "A party that we can't handle!?", Italy exclaimed. Germany slammed his fist down on the table. "Today, we'll be discussing how to get into America's party next Friday."

*America's POV*

-6 days later, Friday, 7:30 p.m.-

America rushed around, setting out drinks, cups, pizza, burgers, and glow sticks. He quickly changed into his "party clothes" AKA, his "casual clothes", and he walked over to the sound system, checking that the volume was all the way up. He took a small sip of the already open beer. Peter walked into the kitchen, sighing. "America, seriously, you need to stop with these parties." America shrugged. "I told you, Peter, once this month is over, I'm done with the parties." Peter narrowed his eyes. "You better not be lying..."

-three hours later-

America laughed loudly, a drink in hand. "So I said to him," he slurred, "that's not a burger, it's a BOOK!" The group of drunken people surrounding him laughed loudly. America took a swig of his drink, spilling all over himself in the promise. He walked over to the food table, practically stuffing a whole piece of pizza in his mouth. Music was blaring, and people danced wildly. America took another drink before launching himself into the crowd of dancing people.

*England's POV*

Japan, Italy, Germany, Canada, England, and France all awkwardly stood outside of the car they had rented. They stared at the large mansion, which had hundreds of people dancing both inside and out of it. There were people diving into a pool, and a huge bonfire was in the front of the house. The music was extremely loud, and pretty much everything was bright or glittery... And it seemed as if everybody was drunk.

"Uhhh...um.... uh....", England stammered, confused. "Now what?", Italy said. "I don't know why I agreed to this...", Canada whispered. Germany sighed. "I guess.. Act American." The six of them walked into the mass of people. "Hey dude", they said to almost everybody they passed - the people hardly noticed, probably because of the music (and the drinks).

  Soon they were in front of the bonfire, where a very drunk America was attempting to do some kind of drunken dance with a girl. He fell backwards, landing on his butt, laughing hysterically. England blinked several times, very confused. "Oh, God. He's worse than me when I'm drunk," he muttered. Italy laughed. "And Germany, too!" France walked up to America. "Erm, America? Are you alright?"

  America stopped laughing and looked up at France. He jumped to his feet, swaying back and forth. "Francey!", he squealed, tackling him in a hug. France grunted, stumbling backwards. America turned towards the others. He hiccuped, stumbling towards them. "Look, all my best friends are here!", he slurred. Japan facepalmed in the background. Canada backed away slightly. "Not sure what I think aboot a drunk America..", he mumbled.

England cringed as America wrapped both arms around him, hiccuping loudly. "Look at my big bro!" He turned towards Canada, practically falling on top of the country. "And my little bitty brother!" Canada was struggling to escape. "America, you're cru- crushing me!", Canada squeaked out. America simply laughed, let go of Canada, and then wrapped his arms around Italy. Italy returned the hug, smiling brightly. America looked at Germany, and held out his arms, grinning like an idiot. Germany glared at America. "NO." America faked a sob, then crashed into Japan.

England sighed with relief as he saw Peter (who was thankfully sober) walking towards them. Peter sighed. "America, you're going to kill Japan." Japan was being held several inches off the ground, and he was squirming around in America's hug of death, his face turning a slight shade of purple. America giggled and dropped Japan. America stumbled into the large group of people. "YEAAAAH, PARTY ON DUUUUDES!!", he screamed. The crowed responded with whoops and cheers.

The six nations stood there in shock. "He smells like a minibar," Germany growled. Canada was rubbing his sides. "I think he crushed my ribs," he whispered. Japan still looked confused. Suddenly everything grew quiet. The music stopped, the talking stopped, the dancing stopped.. Everything was almost completely silent. The countries pushed their way to the front of the crowd to see America standing in front, staring at two just-arrived police cars.

Several cops emerged from the cars, sauntering up to where they were standing in front of America. One of the cops crossed his arms. "This your party, America?", he asked gruffly. "Yup," America said, taking a sip of his drink. The cop standing directly in front of America smiled widely. "I hope it's a BYOB!!", he yelled as a cops behind him held up several cases of beer. Everybody exploded into cheers, and the music started up again.

"......What just happened?", England asked. Germany shook his head. "No clue."

-2:30 a.m.-

America stumbled up to England, putting an arm around him. "Ergh... Hey duuuude... Wanna drank," he slurred, spilling his drink everywhere as he talked. Canada sighed. "America, I think you've had enough," he said quietly. America stumbled backwards slightly. "Nah, bruh, I just-", suddenly America stopped mid sentence, leaned forward, and threw up all over the ground. The other nations backed away, looking disgusted. America stared at the ground. "Woah," he announced loudly, before swaying on his feet and falling flat onto his back.

Peter quickly jogged over there, grabbing the passed out American and practically throwing him at Germany. "Hold him," he commanded. He shut off the music, and grabbed a microphone. "Party's over! Go home!!", he yelled. A loud "AWWWWW!" came from the crowd as they turned back towards their cars. Peter walked up to Germany, taking America back. He began to drag him towards the mansion. The countries stood there silent for a moment. Finally Japan spoke.

"I think America was right. We really can't handle these parties." A murmur of agreement spread through the group. They shrugged, took one last look at the destroyed lawn, and walked back to the rental car.

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