Excuse me for the mega-short chapter but I'm experiencing some writer's block. . More like laziness but oh well. I have another idea so I'll edit this chapter when I finally get myself to write again. Not that anyone really follows me anymore. e_e I've been gone for a long time.

Warning- Some cussing from Romano. *hands him some soap* He needs to wash his mouth out.

-EDIT- The geeky Lines you all asked for Estonia~ :D So many people requested him and nerdy lines are pretty easy to find so I did 3 for him. XD

-EDIT 2- I need to stop writing at 4:00 in the morning. e_e It messes with my head. Anywaaaay Russia on Canada for WoofJenko.(Although, a couple people wanted a Russia line other than "Become one with Russia, da?") I'mma try and get another chapter in before I go to bed though. I'm on a roll.

A frazzled and rather drunk Spaniard squeezed his way through the crowded club. He pushed and staggered in order to get to the younger Italian sitting at the bar. Plopping down next to him, he watched the angry boy fume for a second and forgetting why he was there.

Romano's blush resembled the tomatoes Antonio loved so much, his emerald eyes standing out in front of the scarlet backdrop. Spain wasn't too sure why the other was pissed off this time, but he didn't put too much thought into it. Besides, at the moment his thoughts were pretty blank and blurry- Oh yeah!

Spain snapped out of his drunken stupor as the Italian next to him finally realized he was there, "What the fuck do you want, tomato bastard?" He asked, adding a huff at the end and turning a brighter red under the other's stupidly entranced stare.

"Huh? Oh, I forgot my phone number can I have yours?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.

The response was immediate, Lovino literally glowed, "What the fuck? Don't try that shit on me!" He screeched, slapping Spain across the face so hard little tears of pain formed at the corner of his eyes. It took his intoxicated brain a couple seconds before he understood what was going on.

"Oww…" He rubbed the mark on his cheek, watching as the cute little brunette "Ugh!"ed and started to stomp away.

His eyes widened and he jumped from his seat and hurried after the other, "N-no! I mean it! Lovinooo! I forgot my phone number! A-and we live together! Loviiiii!" He tried to explain desperately, jumping up and following Romano, "Lovi, come back!"

Estonia stared blankly at the huge Russian before him, "What was that Mr. Russia?" He asked, not entirely sure he had heard his boss correctly.

"I said, use a pick-up line on me, Eduard, da?" The huge man insisted, smiling innocently and taking a draught from the vodka bottle in his hand. Estonia glanced back at Toris and Raivus standing in the doorway, eyes looking for an answer, a way out. After a couple seconds at staring at two sets of blank unhelpful eyes he sighed and turned back to the eminent and drunk threat before him.

"What kind of Pick-up line?" He asked trying to avoid actually saying one at this point. The Estonian had harbored a secret crush on the Russian once upon a time. That was, before the insane attacks started up. Ivan would go into distraught states where he could barely distinguish help from harm. He would hole himself up in his room, quaking with fear or abuse one of the Baltics brutally. The only comfort he had was Vodka at those points, hoping it would lure him into alcohol-induced sleep like the pills wouldn't.

"Oh, I don't know, just humor me." He stated, smiling even wider and creepier, sending poor Latvia into a panic-attack.

"Um…." He thought for second before saying the first thing that came to mind, "Computer techs have nice fingers… If you know what I mean."

Russia laughed drunkenly, finishing off the bottle of vodka before demanding in an amused voice, "Another! Another, da!"

Estonia blushed, knowing it was best to keep on Ivan's good side, "No that's not an iPod mini in my pocket! … I'm just happy to see you." At this point, Eduard was beyond embarrassment and just about scraping his memory for good lines.

Another fit of laughter, "One more! One more!" He cheered.

"U-um…" Estonia cleared his throat, thinking, "Want to see my hard drive? I promise, it isn't 3.5 inches and it definitely isn't floppy."

Giggles from the Russian rang throughout the room as he exploded into another fit and after a couple minutes he fell back in his chair and was out cold.

Ivan smiled, standing from his seated position surrounded by the other Allied Forces. After a total win over the axis a nice night out at a popular bar seemed like the thing to do, a celebration of sorts for their triumphant victory after so many years. (Not to mention most of the Allies enjoyed drinking) A couple of his friends looked up although most of them were busy either talking, sucking face, ordering another round, or hitting on girls.

He peered across the room over at the Canadian in the far back at another table. He was hunched over, looking a little depressed with his polar bear resting at his feet, asleep. At meetings everyone would keep having this feeling that someone else was among them and freaked out and Russia would play along. He did, however notice the blonde canadian more often than not, even if he did tease him by sitting on him and pretending to be oblivious, it was fun to mess with his head. But honestly, how could he not know who comrade matvey was? Or not notice his presence? After all he was so cute! Even cuter than little Latvia and that was saying something.

Jerking back from his thoughts, he strode over to the lonesome Canadian, who was drinking some kind of fruity pink drink, enjoying his ability to do so without being called gay, or noticed for that matter. At the table he stopped, put a hand on it's surface and stooped down, grinning, "Hello Matvey~" He sang in a creepily innocent voice, watching as the boy jumped suddenly at hearing his name, "The voices in my head are telling me to come over at talk to you!" With another grin he sat next to the surprised blonde man.

The Canadian smiled back shyly, not sure if the Russian was joking or telling the truth, he never could tell… "O-oh... hi Ivan." He blushed and did something he probably wouldn't have done if he wasn't half-drunk. He pulled the teasingly-smiling Russian in for a kiss, hoping the voices in Russia's head were telling him to just go with it.

Toris and Felicks had been friends for just about ever and Toris had started to notice something about the way he thought and acted around said "friend". Like how he would put up with just about anything Felicks did, even though most wouldn't. Like how he did everything Felicks wanted him to without asking for a reward other than seeing the blonde smile. And particularly like how his heart seemed to swell when they were together and ache when they were apart.

He brought this up with Eduard a couple days prior and the Baltic nation had just adjusted his glasses and stated, "I'm not an expert but that sounds a lot like love." Lithuania had of course avoided using names or pronouns. After careful thought, Toris had decided that Eduard was right, he was in love with his best friend. The problem was, his heart was starting to become selfish, he needed more to make it warm and less and less seemed to take the enormous weight off of his chest.

That's where he was now, facing the fact that he was in love with Felicks and trying without actually saying "I love you, dammit!" to get his point across.

"Felicks," he said, interrupting his friends long one-sided discussion about how men should be able to wear skirts without being harassed.

"Hm?" He asked, "Liet, what is it?" Tilting his head to the side the other's green eyes seemed to pour into the nervous, Lithuanian's skull.

He panicked, his mind going into over drive, "Uh…" the brunette intelligently started, "I know somebody who might like you... a lot… And if I wasn't so shy, I'd tell you who it is." Inwardly he smacked himself upside the head repeatedly.

Felicks blushed, "You mean…?" He asked, before squealing and tackling the other in a hug, "I, like, love you too!"

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