Well, I went on the site looking for a New Years Merlin fic, but nobody had any! I'm very disappointed. So alas, I will have to write one. Without a Beta if I'm to post is ASAP. So sorry about the sucky grammar. And that it's really short. But I'm very tired. Anyway, Happy New Year! And Happy Birthday to Colin Morgan! I love you. In the non-creeper way. But in the your-a-super-awesome-actor-and-I-can-barely-stand-it kind of love.

"I get to what?" The baffled servant inquires.

"You heard me, Merlin. Tonight you'll be coming to Camelot's New Year's Eve party."

Merlin mouths drops, "Like…as a guest?" He asks with a hopeful grin on his face.

The Prince of Camelot stares at him for a long moment before collapsing over, laughing, "Good…one!" He musters between laughs.

Merlin shakes his head sadly and waits for Arthur's laughing fit to finish, "Actually," The prince continues, "You'll be serving. And making sure I get back to my chambers without getting hurt. I plan on getting very drunk tonight." Arthur raises a goblet as if to make a toast to Merlin, and then downs his first goblet of wine today. And he just woke up.

With the young prince's arm draped lazily over his shoulder, Merlin half drags Arthur back to his room. The celebrations had gone long into the morning, and Merlin was refilling Arthur's goblet the entire time. The only satisfaction Merlin got from this was the fact that when Arthur woke up, he'd have a major hangover.

"Sssgood new year." Arthur slurred his eyes half open.

"I think we established that fact four hours ago, sire. You know, when everybody yelled 'Happy New Year'. That was back when you knew who you were."

"Course I know who I am you…"

"Idiot?" Merlin finished for him.

"Tha-that's the word. I'm..um…Arthur, prince of..um…"

"Camelot."

"Yeah, Cameloof."

Merlin gave Arthur a sideways glance and rolled his eyes. Arthur was drunk beyond belief.

"Mhmm, Guinevere." Arthur murmured, and aciddently smacked Merlin in the face.

"Ow! She went home hours ago, Arthur."

"Let's go..go see her."

"I really don't think that's a good idea."

"Merlin, we..we're gonna see Guinevere..or…I'll..I'll…throw you in the shocks."

"Do you mean stocks?"

"Yeah, ssshat works too."

An idea came to Merlin, "Alright, we'll go to Gwen's. Come, this way." He lied.

"Yayy. Guinevereeee." Arthur began to sing an old sailor song, and was cast many astonished glances.

"Ssshhh, Arthur! You're making people stare."

"Of course people will stare at me! I'm a very handsome prince."

The young warlock just rolled his eyes, and was very relieved when they made it back to Arthur's room. After some wrestling, Merlin finally had the prince settled in his bed.

"Whatta bout Guinevere."

"She's on her way."

"Mhmm….good." Arthur began to smack his lips, and soon Arthur's breathing grew steady. Merlin blew out the last candle quietly as to not wake the sleeping prince.

When he made it to the door, Arthur called out his name.

"Yes, your royal pratness?" Merlin questioned."

"My armor needs polishing." This statement was followed by a very loud pig-like snore.