Dear LORD! I just couldn't get lucky with this one! I'm so sorry about how late it is. SlutBot isn't back from the shop yet, but I got sick of making everyone wait so I went to the library. People don't like me there anymore.

Seriously, I was half done when Slutbot crashed and now my Word is dead forever. Then I did it again when the power went out a few days ago and I forgot to save it. Then I didn't save it because it was a public computer, so that didn't work well. Finally, I just typed the whole damn thing on an old FF document. Apparently that worked.

Oh, and I met my roommate for the year. She's British. Dead serious. And a dork. And this year is going to rule.

Guys, I just want to say how wonderful this has been :) I can't tell you how much I appreciate everyone who's stuck through with this since the beginning and everyone who's read it since. I love you guys, seriously, and I feel all warm and gushy inside. I want to hug each and every one of you and give you panda cuddles and licorice!

If I owned Hetalia it would still be in America, dammit!

The nations cheered loudly and clapped for Prussia and Hungary. Prussia boasted loudly about his awesome fortitude and endurance and the Bad Touch Trio laughed with Canada. Hungary blushed silently.

Austria caught her eye and nodded pointedly at Prussia. Hungary scowled and shook her head. Austria blew a nonexistent strand of hair from his face, which is the prat equivalent of an eyeroll. Hungary cracked her knuckles at him.

Meanwhile, the nations slowly quieted as a group of policemen by the building doors turned and watched them. Alfred and China gulped, silently praying there wasn't enough evidence to pin anything concrete on them, and if there was, the other would be pinned harder.

"Alfred?" England whispered. "You're crushing my hand."

"Sorry!" America let go of England's hand and wiped his sweaty palm on his jeans.

Slowly, one of the policemen broke away from the group and walked toward the nations. Everyone held their breath until they saw who it was. Then they panicked.

The blond man stopped in front of the party and scowled. He glared at them silently and everyone felt their very souls burn under the scrutiny. Italy whimpered a little in his sleep.

Finally, Switzerland spoke. 'Do you know what time it is?"

Some of the nations mumbled incoherently. Japan bowed his head and blushed. "Two in the morning, Vash-san."

Switzerland nodded lightly and scowled harder. "Two AM. Now, can anyone tell me what I would rather be doing at two AM than keeping you idiots out of jail?"

Prussia opened his mouth to answer, but Germany placed his had over his brother's mouth before anything stupid came out.

Switerland ignored the Germans. "I would rather be sleeping. Or watching the news. Or putting together my presentation for our meeting on Monday. But if you asked me for a list of things I want to do at two in the morning, keeping America and China out of jail is somewhere under appendectomy. At least I'd be asleep for that."

"But I didn't do anything!" America protested.

"Look at my face," Switzerland snapped. "Does this look like the face of someone who cares whether or not you tried to burn down an apartment building?"

America and China shook their heads sheepishly and conceded that no, Switzerland's face was not the face of someone who cared who was at fault.

"This is the face," Swizerland said with insane calm, "of someone who will shoot both of you the next time I get a call at one in the morning to drive half an hour to convince the local police not to arrest a couple idiots that really ought to know better."

"Sorry, Switzerland," America murmured. China bowed his head in apology.

"It certainly won't happen again," Austria said.

"And thank you very much," England said. "We owe you."

"Just get some sleep," Switzerland sighed, turning away. "If Monday is a waste of my time, I will shoot all of you in the face."

The nations sat in silence as the hordes of people from the building stood up and stretched, heading back to their cozy, unburnt beds.

Poland yawned loudly. "Omigawd, I'm totally tired!"

"Then stop putting exclamation points in your sentences," Lithuania smiled softly.

England yawned. "I'm ready to sleep."

"I don't wanna drive," Spain whined. Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Alright," America yawned. "Crash here. Iggy and I call bedroom."

"Where's everyone else supposed to sleep?" England said.

"Haven't you ever been to college?"

"Liet and I call couch!" Poland grinned tiredly.

"That's the spirit," America grinned.

The nations stood up and stretched out. Germany carried a snoring Italy gently over his shoulder. Spain had to position a snoozing Romano piggy back. They all walked back upstairs to America's apartment.

Once they got in the door, America headed to his bedroom. He reemerged carrying every pillow and blanket from his bed and linen closet. Wordlessly, he took England's hand as the nations distributed the goods and led him to the bedroom.

The bed was bare except the fitted sheet and a loose sheet. America stripped off his shirt and pants and England smiled and did the same.

"Hope you don't mind sleeping without a pillow," America said and crawled under the sheet.

"Not at all," England said, climbing into bed. He rested his head on America's chest and closed his eyes, listening to the stong, steady rhythm of America's heart.

America entwined his fingers with England's. "Some party, huh?"

England smiled. "Oh, I don't know. I had fun."

"Even with the whole almost burning the building down thing?"

England puffed out his cheeks. "That cake smelled delicious, too."

"This is why you're never allowed to cook in my apartment. Because you say things like that that make me worry about your perception of 'cooked.'"

"Yankee moron."

"Limey jerk."

They kissed each other and fell asleep.

...

Poland grabbed the plushest blanket from America's pile and pulled Lithuania to the couch.

"Lay down, Liet," Poland instructed. Poland climbed on top of Lithuania and pulled the blanket over them.

Lithuania blushed as Poland buried his face in his chest. "Uh... Feliks? What are you doing?"

"Snuggling, dummy. What's it look like?"

Lithuania didn't answer that as Poland twined his legs with his own.

After a while, Lithuania realized that Poland's eyes were still open and he was glaring at the floor.

"Poland?"

"I feel like a jerk," Poland murmured.

Lithuania brushed Poland's hair out of his face. "What? Why?"

"Because," Poland whispered so he wouldn't wake anybody. "You know everything about me and I don't know everything about you."

Lithuania smiled and rubbed Poland's back. "It's okay, it's not a big deal."

"It totally is! Liet, you need to start telling me stories about yourself so I can learn everything about you!"

"Feliks," Lithuania sighed. "It doesn't matter how much I tell you. You never pay attention anyway."

"What? I totally do!"

"No you don't. But it's okay, I think it's adorable."

Poland blushed. "Well, I'm paying attention now! Tell me a story!"

"Are you sure?" Lithuania frowned.

"Yes! Tell me a story I haven't heard before!"

"I can't think of any interesting ones..."

Poland kissed Lithuania. "It's about you, so I'll definitely be interested."

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Okay," Lithuania smiled. "When I was a kid, I had an imaginary friend named... Poland?"

Poland snored loudly in response and Lithuania smiled and kissed his sleeping boyfriend's forehead.

...

"Look," Canada said patiently. "All I'm saying is that you've been drinking a lot and you haven't slept in a while."

"I'm fine," Prussia scowled. "I don't want to go to sleep!" Hungary, still tied to Prussia's waist, rolled her eyes.

"Fine," Canada sighed. "Then I'm tired. Will you lay down with me?"

"Ha! You need my awesomeness as a pillow, don't you?"

"Yes I do. Anywhere on the floor is fine."

Prussia sat down right where he was, bringing Hungary down with him.

"Watch it," Hungary yelped as she fell.

"Shut up, Liz. I'm staying up for the next fifteen minutes just to make sure we get unbuckled."

"Good, me too! You're so irresponsible, you would forget."

"How could I? You're a freaking furnace, who could sleep next to that?"

"Asshole."

"Pervert."

Canada sighed and pushed Prussia to lay on the ground and laid his head on his pale chest. Prussia smiled happily and wrapped his arms around Canada. His eyes closed in contentment and he sighed.

Hungary rolled her eyes and opened her phone to play Tetris and watch the time. Twelve minutes.

She lost. Ten minutes.

She lost. Nine minutes.

She lost. Nine minutes again.

Hungary groaned and watched the clock on her phone tick slowly away. She snuck a peek at her hip. Prussia, despite his declarations of awesome, was already sleeping, his face buried in Canada's hair. Their arms were wrapped around each other.

Prussia kicked a little in his sleep and Hungary smiled. She remembered that well. When they were kids, she used to beat Prussia up for kicking and waking her. For some reason, she'd thought he'd grow out of that. Absently, Hungary wondered what other habits he'd kept from when he was a kid.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. Hungary's heart skipped a beat and she let out a startled "Yeep!", making Prussia kick again.

Hungary placed her hand on her heart to slow the surging beat and opened the text.

It was from Austria.

-Elizabeta, go to sleep.-

Hungary looked at Austria, sitting against a wall. He looked at her and saluted her with his phone.

Hungary typed back.

-Says mister 'I-don't-sleep-at-parties-until-I-know-everyone-else-is-very-very-asleep.-

-You know perfectly well why I don't sleep while anyone else is awake.-

-I know. Best Halloween party ever!-

Austria sighed when he opened the text.

-Just go to sleep.-

-I can't,- Hungary typed. -I need to wait to untie myself from moron.-

-I know what you say you need to do, and I know what you want to do. Go to sleep, Gilbert can hardly blame you if he fell asleep first.-

Hungary paused and looked up at Austria. He stared at her and she blushed, embarrassed, frustrated, hopeless tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She looked down at Prussia in annoyance.

Prussia murmured in German in his sleep and Hungary smiled despite herself. Yes. Even though he was obnoxious and loud and stupid and annoying and with somebody else...

And with somebody else.

Hungary pressed the corners of her eyes to stop herself from crying. She hated Prussia. Because he was stupid. Because he was a jerk. Because more than anything in the world, she wanted to sleep right here on this freezing, dirty wooden floor without the comfort of a blanket or pillow tied in an awkward position to the universe's biggest idiot.

Hungary smiled at Austria. "Thank you," she mouthed. Austria shrugged and Hungary motioned for him to come sleep next to her. Austria moved to lay down next to his ex wife.

Austria glanced at the time on his phone. "It's been an hour," he whispered.

"I'm asleep," Hungary said.

Austria smiled. "Yes you are."

...

The bathtub was cold and hard, but it would do. Spain laid in first so his body would be at least a little bit of a cushion for Romano. Romano, by the way, slept the entire time Spain moved him around on his chest to try to get the most comfortable position for the both of them.

Italians sleep like the dead.

When Spain finally managed to wrap his arms around Romano without hurting himself, he sighed in relief and smiled. In response, Romano stretched out his legs.

Spain chuckled and kissed Romano's forehead. "Te amo," he whispered.

"What did you say?" Romano shot off Spain's chest, slamming his back into the shower control bit. Romano yelped in pain and Spain yelped in shock as the showerhead sprayed them both with freezing water.

"GAH! Romano, turn it off!"

Romano fumbled around, but he was still in his "just woke up" state of drunken uncoordination and ended up slamming his head into the bit. He yelped again and held his forehead.

The water was freezing as Spain pulled Romano's face in and inspected the small cut and rising bruise. "Crap, I'm sorry, Romano. Are you okay?"

"What did you say?" Romano said, muffled with Spain's warm hands smooshing his cheeks.

"I asked if you were okay. It doesn't look too bad." They had to speak loudly to hear each other over the roar of the water.

"No," Romano said gruffly as he was pulled into the cold shower of water to rinse the blood from his head. "What did you say before that?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Before that."

Spain thought for a second. "'Goodness, Lovi, you sleep like a dead person?'"

Romano groaned. "After that."

Spain blushed. "Oh. I'm sorry, I thought you were asleep."

Romano glared at Spain through the water. "Do you always say you love me when I'm asleep?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

Romano grew red and glared at his hands. Spain brushed Romano's wet hair out of his cut and kissed it.

As Spain pulled away, Romano grabbed his hand and kept it on his face. Spain jumped in surprise and looked at Romano.

"Lovino?"

Romano said nothing, but he brought Spain's palm to his lips. The shower barraged them, but they ignored it.

"Lovino?"

"Ti amo, bastardo."

Spain paused. "What?"

"I'm not saying it again, asshole."

Spain smiled. "But you said it."

"Shut up."

"You said you love me!"

"Shut up!"

"Lovi, this is wonderful! I have to go tell Francis!"

Romano grabbed the front of Spain's soaked shirt. "You're not telling anyone, idiot! That's not the sort of thing you go around and tell people!"

Spain held Romano's face in his hands and pressed his forehead against the Italian's. "But I'm so happy," he murmured.

Romano's head spun as Spain's soft, warm lips met his own. Spain kissed him gently, almost timidly, as if the slightest bit of eagerness would scare Romano off. The water, warm now, ran down their bodies and made them slippery.

Romano pulled away and breathed. Spain pushed the wet hair out of his face and smiled.

"You're cute when you're in love."

"Shut up. I am not."

Spain smiled and kissed him again. This time, Romano kissed back and Spain giggled in happiness.

They broke away and Spain turned the shower off behind Romano's head.

Romano sighed. "You knew?"

Spain kissed Romano's ear. "Of course I knew. Wait, what are we talking about?"

"Nothing. We're all wet."

Spain smiled and pulled Romano's shirt over his head. "Yes we are."

"Sorry."

"Who cares?" Spain shrugged.

"Don't try anything. That's the only warning you get."

Spain took off his own shirt and shook his head, spattering the wall with water. He smiled. "Don't worry, tomate, I will protect you from the fiendish perverted clutches of-"

"You?"

Spain thought for a second. "Be nice. It's too late to make sense."

Romano rolled his eyes and curled up on Spain's chest.

...

A couple hours later, the sun seeped through the blinds in America's bedroom. England stirred and turned away from the evil light. He was surprised to find America's peaceful face dozing next to him when he remembered last night.

England smiled. "Best game ever," he murmured and kissed America gently.

England lifted America's arm and quietly crawled out of bed. He found his clothes and slipped them on.

"You'd better not be thinking of making breakfast," America's groggy voice grumbled at his back.

"Relax," England whispered. "I'm just going to make a pot of coffee."

"Do you know how?"

"It's the machine, right? With the digital settings and all?"

"Yes," America said. "Do you know how?"

"Smartass," England groaned. He stepped gingerly out of the bedroom and tiptoed to the living room. He stopped and smiled.

Poland had pushed Lithuania half off the couch and snored loudly. France was curled in the armchair. Italy was naked, for some reason, sleeping heavily on the loveseat. His fingers rested on Germany's chest. Germany had apparently fallen asleep on the floor next to the sofa. Russia sat with his eyes closed, back straight against the wall and legs folded. A ghost of a smile played with his lips.

In a corner, China slept on his side, facing Japan. Japan lay with his hands folded on his chest, eerily still. Nearby, Hungary and Prussia were still tied together, sleeping back to back. Prussia was snuggled with some blond dude with skewed glasses. Hungary faced Austria, fingers curled around her phone. Austria snored a little and England suppressed a giggle.

England walked into the kitchen and smiled. He scooped some ground coffee beans into the filter and pressed the button.

...

"I'm sorry, okay?"

The entire apartment building stood outside again and waited for the firemen to clear the building.

"Who the hell forgets to put water in the coffee machine?" America yelled.

"I'm sorry!" England shouted.

America kissed him roughly. "Switzerland is gonna kick my ass."

"Yes I am," came the voice behind America.

Thank you so much for reading! I love you! Many times forever!