A/N: Hallo! This is my first Hetalia fanfic, so I'm excited. I learned I'm not good at fanfics that involve a lot of plot changes and character development. However, this is Hetalia, and I can research history to help me with the stories, which is nice. The fanfic is rated T because of various (a lot of) mentions of alchohol and mild swearing. Enjoy!

"You know, part of the reason why I'm so awesome is because I drink beer." -Prussia

Germanic Reunion - July 25, 2011

~Third Person~

There is one thing that all of the children/grandchildren of Germania have in common. And that one thing is alcohol.

For once in a human lifetime it seemed as if this one reunion would be sort of normal and would result in the least damage to the host's home. Except, this year it ended up being held in Germany's basement. Which, with that factor alone, was enough to result in a riot. It was Germany's basement for heaven's sake! What do you expect to find there? Guns? Dead bodies? Prussia lives there for a reason, you know! There were barrels in that basement. Barrels of beer.

~Prussia's Awesome Perspective~

"Yo, West! What's for breakfast?" I yelled out, walking into the kitchen. I thought today would be like every awesome day I had, West and I would have breakfast, Germany would go out to walk the dogs while I would obsessively clean the house, or vice versa, Italy would show up, we'd have pasta for lunch, and then I would go out drinking with France and Spain.

Today was not my regularly awesome day however, because when I walked into the kitchen, my bruder was in an apron, baking at least ten different cakes and pastries. And a date on our calendar was circled with a bright red marker, announcing that today was the Germanic reunion. I silently cried* inside. In the most awesome way possible, of course.

"Prussia, there you are, I need you to go and get all of things on this list before anyone gets here," Germany said, shoving a list in front of my face. I sighed, taking the list. The only awesome part on this list was the part with all the alcohol on it. Not that we actually needed it. West and I have an emergency beer supply that could last us for two years. Of course, that supply would only last for a third of the reunion if anyone where to get there hands on it.

I quickly grabbed our three dogs, Blackie, Berlitz, and Aster, and began my walk to the government building that was not too far away. The first thing on the list was a lot of paperwork and forms, just in case one of the countries that would be visiting got arrested.

~The Perspective of Germany~

I sighed as I continued with my baking. The moment I woke up I already had a headache. For some odd reason, some of my Germanic relatives refused to eat or drink anything that wasn't from their country. -cough-Denmark-cough- -cough-Austria-cough- And today was the day when Italy would not be able to distract me from my duties in order to save him from another country. -cough-England-cough- -cough-France-cough-

Carefully placing the first batch of pastries in the oven, I made my way to a phone so I could call Italy and tell him I would be busy today. Of course, that probably wouldn't stop him from getting into my bed tonight. I've tried everything, from barricading my door to gluing the windows shut, but he still manages to get in.

I sent Prussia off with the list of items required for every Germanic reunion that was ever to be held. Paperwork from the government in case someone gets arrested, ropes and locks for restraining any country that was more than just a little tipsy, cleaning supplies to clean up the blood and other body fluids that would most likely be around the house afterwards, medicine for hangovers, and more alcohol. I honestly have no idea why we still have alcohol at reunions when it seems to be the cause of many headaches, but I guess it wouldn't be a Germanic reunion without one. From what I know, every year since Germania disappeared, my relatives have been holding these reunions as often as possible.

~Perspective of Switzerland~

I have dreaded this day. In fact, I was hoping that I could skip this day all together, but when I got a letter from Germany, telling me the details of the reunion, I immediately readied my weapons. I would not go down without a fight.

Today, was one of the only days when I could manage to get drunk. Today, was the day when my neutrality would be put to the test. Today, was one of the only days that Liechtenstein would have the chance to drink beer.

I polished my peace prize the entire way there, checking my pockets for bullets every five minutes. The ban on weapons for Germanic reunions be damned, I had my honor and a sister to defend.

-Time Skip-

~Third Person~

To say that the Germanic reunion was a chaotic disaster was an understatement.

It had all started out normal. Eating Germany's sweets that no one, except Prussia, knew was made by Germany and having some small talk. Switzerland did not break out any of his guns yet, which was a very good sign. Denmark wasn't attending, though, which was an even better sign, seeing as how he ended up wrestling Sweden after he got drunk enough. Since Norway was unable to attend due to **recent attacks, Sweden had informed Germany that Denmark insisted on staying with the Norwegian until he recovered.

So, for the first time in centuries, it actually looked like minimal damage would be done to the house this reunion. That prediction was wrong, so very wrong.

~Prussia's Awesome Perspective~

The punch I just drank was spiked. Oh, wait. I'm drinking beer, which is way more awesome than my spiked punch. That explains a lot of things. That prick, Austria, took my phone earlier. He said he needed to make a phone call to Hungary. Why he doesn't have her phone number on his phone makes no sense, since they always seem to be together. Not that I care, I'm way too awesome for anyone to handle my awesomeness, even America and Denmark can barely handle my pure awesomeness. The former Duchy of Prussia is so awesome, I don't need anyone, since I'm way too awesome.

So far the only people drinking is Sweden and I. It takes a lot to get Sweden drunk, though, so West only seemed concerned about me, since I'm currently chugging down a barrel of beer. He shouldn't be worried though, because I'm awesome.

My rational side is telling me to stop drinking, but who listens to that part of them anyone, they're definitely not even close to being awesome if they did. I need more beer.

~The Perspective of Germany~

I looked over at Prussia with concern. Countries can't die from alcohol poisoning, if that were possible, Denmark, England and my brother would be long gone. With the way he was going through all the bottles of beer, however, it seemed like he would die from alcohol poisoning. He was practically drowning himself in beer, kind of like that one time when he had the crazy idea to fill France's pool with beer and swim in it. He wasn't able to fill the pool all the way though, because they ran out of beer and France refused to let him use his wine. So, from what France has told me, he jumped into the pool anyway, with all his clothes still on.

Sighing, I went back to drinking some of the fruit punch that Prussia bought and prepared. No one dared to touch the alcohol, except my brother and Sweden, so for once, it seemed like our reunion would go by smoothly.

~Sweden's Perspective~

I came to the reunion because Denmark and Finland made me. I should really be with the other Nordics, helping out Norway. However, they insisted that I go, to represent Denmark, Norway and I. Not that I enjoy representing Denmark for him, that drunkard is annoying. By now he would be downing all the beer, getting as intoxicated as possible.

For fifteen minutes it seemed like the reunion would go smoothly, but being a country with experience with these kind of things, I knew the peace would end soon. The only reason why this reunion hasn't escalated into chaos as quickly as other reunions is because Denmark isn't here. Sure, it might be mean to say, but when he's here, you already have two-thirds of the Drunk Trio and two-thirds of the Awesome Trio. My pride gets dragged into the reunion too, when the Danish man starts drinking. It starts as a drinking contest and ends in dressing up like vikings and pillaging the nearest home. I think we got arrested the last time we did that. Probably because the reunion was being held in Switzerland last time.

Five minutes passed and Prussia was nowhere to be seen. now if Germany were sober, he would have been looking for his brother, however Germany is now drunk and is passing out more beer to everyone. It was probably that fruit punch everyone was drinking. As much as I want to accept the fact that Prussia dislikes getting drunk on Germanic reunions, I know that he secretly adds alcohol into things when nobody is looking. After all, it wouldn't be a Germanic reunion without beer.

~Third Person~

Germany was very drunk. Very, very drunk. He was actually handing out the rest of the beer to the other nations. He even gave one to Liechtenstein. Yes, Germany was indeed drunk. Switzerland was probably drunk too, since he didn't stop Germany from giving alcohol to his sweet little sister.

The punch Prussia made did oddly reek of beer, but no one questioned it, except Sweden, who was drinking light beer, and even then, he wasn't drinking a lot. You see, there's a trait that runs within the blood of Germania's children. Once you taste alcohol, you don't stop. You'd have to have amazing willpower like Sweden to not down a whole barrel of beer in the next five seconds. Of course, that doesn't mean that Sweden won't eventually down a barrel of beer, he just has a higher tolerance than most. That most did not include Liechtenstein.

~Sweden's Perspective~

Yes, everyone was definitely drunk. Except for Liechtenstein and I, since we happen to have the highest tolerance to alcohol than the rest of the Germanic nations. I don't know why Switzerland gets worried whenever she drinks, that nation could handle even more than me.

I took a cup and poured myself some of the punch that had gotten nearly everyone drunk. Taking a sip, I forced myself to not spit some of it out. It was as if Prussia had mixed vodka, whiskey and wine all together before shoving ten packets of fruit juice mix into it. Setting the cup back down and resisting the urge to have more of the weird drink Prussia created, I went down to the basement, where everyone had migrated. They were having a contest. A contest of drinking barrels of beer. Against Liechtenstein.

~Third Person~

Switzerland was intoxicated. And was also losing in a drinking contest against his own sister. Had his sober self been watching this, he probably would've been very disappointed. Not only did he throw away his pride, honor and neutrality, but he let his own sister soil his honor. Forget the earlier statement, his sober self would've been crying.

Austria was probably one of the least drunk people there, since he had the third highest resistance. That did not negate the fact, however, that he was still quite drunk. He was switching between cheering on Switzerland to crying into Prussia's shoulder because he lost a music score last week.

Prussia was now literally drowning in beer. He ripped off the top of a beer barrel and was now sitting in it. He was also talking to Gilbird, who was let out of his cage, about his problems.

"Gilbird, why did they have to disband my nation?"

"Chirp~Chirp-Chirp-"

"I know, they probably were jealous of all my glorifying and beautiful awesomeness that cannot be defied because it is so awesome,"

"Chirp~"

Liechtenstein was practically rich because everyone, except Sweden, had placed bets that she would lose the beer barrel drinking contest to her brother. Liechtenstein was currently splitting the money between herself and Sweden, while still crushing her brother in the drinking contest.

Sweden was more than tipsy. He was splitting the money he earned from betting, between himself and Liechtenstein. He was also texting Finland. Thank the ancients that he was only texting Finland. Who knows what we'd be hearing if he was talking to Finland on the phone.

Germany was now drunk off his ass. Okay, that's a lie, he's the drunkest he has ever been and will probably stay drunk until next week. Now he has his phone out and is calling North Italy and-Oh Holy Roman Empire, why?! Censor! Someone get me a censor!

*Prussia silently cried tears of joy inside. There are multiple hints in the story that suggest that Prussia is the main reason as to why nearly everyone in Germanic reunions ends up drunk. Most of the hints are in Sweden's perspective, however, since he remains sober most of the time.

**If you notice the date that I decided the Germanic reunion would be held on, it is not long after the 2011 terrorist attacks on Norway. Norway and Denmark were originally going to be a part of the reunion, but my friend told me to just stick with some of the Germanic nations. Iceland wasn't attending the reunion because he was with Norway and Denmark.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. If I did, all my ships would've been made true by now.

A/N: Reviews make the world go 'round! I apologize if I update late, however I put my studies and music first, before I reach my anime and fanfiction. And I'm super sorry if the characters are OOC. Suggestions for groups are always welcome, too!