Hello fandom people. This is my first Hetalia fan fiction ever. I just got into Hetalia and watched three season and the movie. I understand it enough, however, to write in character of a few people. Enjoy. Sorry for any grammar mistakes and some stuff at the end might be offensive. Just warning ya.

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America clapped his hands together. His plan to get Britain and Japan to party was well underway. He already asked Germany to bring some beer to his place, and lots of it. He asked Italy to bring some pasta (just because Germany told him that it'd keep him happy) and some wine.

As everyone knew, Britain and Japan were the two most serious people in the group. America planned to loosen them up a bit-no a lot- because he wanted to see Britain drunk and he was freaked out by Japan's lack of emotions.

The doorbell rang, and he went to answer it. "America, this better be drop dead funny or I'm leaving!" Germany stated loudly, as he marched in and set four twelve packs of beer on the dining table. "Uh, dude? We're gonna need more beer than that." Germany yelled out the door," ITALY! COME ON!" Italy came in with two more twelve packs, pasta noodles and sauce, and a bottle of Italian wine. Perfect, America thought, now this'll be interesting.

"Trust me Germany. If you knew what Britain looked like drunk you'd be laughing already. And who knows what Japan will be like!" America said excited, taking a beer. Germany did the same as Italy started to cook pasta, humming to himself.

By the time Britain and Japan arrived, the pasta was done and wine was poured. They all started to eat dinner.

"ITALY! STOP EATING ALL THE PASTA!" Germany yelled. Italy just smiled and took another plate of pasta from a giant pot. America looked at Japan and Britain. They sipped on wine and ate the pasta.

Britain cleared his throat, "America, what type of sauce is this?" He poked at the pasta sauce. It was as brown as the beer America, Germany and Italy had put in it. America smiled, "It's a special recipe a friend of mine gave to me. It's called Bolognese Mix Stir." Thank god they had never tasted German beer, America thought.

Britain smiled a bit, "It's very good. I like it. What's in the sauce?" America kept smiling," A tiny bit of red sauce, garlic, onion, and a secret ingredient you can only get from my friend. He only gives it to me though, and I can't share the ingredient with anyone else."

Britain nodded, and he and Japan stuffed themselves with two plates of the pasta, with a lot of sauce.

Then came desert. Germany gave them both two scoops of "chocolate ice cream" while taking some himself. They ate the ice cream and then it happened. They were starting to get drunk. So America took some glasses, and while they weren't looking, filled it with German beer, and put ice in it. It looked like soda. Perfect, America smiled.

He kept giving them "soda"-at their request, of course. They kept asking for more, claiming the stuff was good. Hell yeah its good, America thought drinking a bottle of beer himself, cause you both are about to be humiliated.

Finally, after about ten or twelve glasses of the beer soda, they were drop dead drunk.

"I will stabbbb you wiffffff my samuri sword," Japan slurred. He poked Britain in the shoulder and fell over laughing. Britain slurred as well," Dangggit 'Merica, GERMANY NAZIS ARE ATTACKING AND YOU'RE LAUGHING LIKE YOU DID WHEN THE NAZIS AS THEY FELL! LONDON BLITZZZZZZZZ! AHH!" Britain fell over, swatting America as he laughed at Britain's drunk self. Germany was recording the whole thing while Italy ate more pasta.

Japan grabbed America, "Americaaaaaa why did the chicken cross the road? SO YOU WOULDN'T KILL HIM AND SELL HIM TO MCDONALDS!" America was laughing so hard he fell to the ground, "Dude that was so stereotypical but you're so drunk I don't care! AHAHAHAH!"

Britain and Japan said in unison, "WE ARENT DRUNK YOU'RE DRUNK!" Britain grabbed America's shirt," 'MERICA I SLEPT WITH ITALY'S CAT I THINK IT LOST ITS CATGINITY." Britain then fell to the floor laughing. Japan grabbed Britain's shirt," I TOLD YOUUUU I LIVE ALONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" They both fell to the floor laughing and smacking each other.

"This is going to be showing at the conference Monday," Germany laughed. America smiled to himself. Mission accomplished.

The day after, Japan and Britain were under a blanket on America's couch shivering. "America, I hate you you fricking twit." Britain grumbled. America laughed, "Serves you right for being so funny when you're drunk." Japan groaned, "Mr. America, can you refrain from tricking us to drink alcohol again?" America laughed again, "Sorry Japan. I won't do it to you again. I might do it to Britain again." Britain sighed, "You are mean. Truly mean."

America smiled and walked away, "You two have fun being hung over. I'm gonna go play video games. And also, you're in for a surprise Monday morning at the conference."

That's it! Let me know if it was good! Like I said, this is my first Hetalia fan fic, so have mercy please! ~ Alex