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Chaos at UN's School #2

Arandombruh

Well here is the second part, the party.

WARNING: drug use, alcohol use, basically most things that would happen at a teenage party. 

--Canada's POV--

When I said my house, I really meant meet up at my house and then break into the school areas that UN had said for us not to use and fuck it up. It was a perfect idea of a birthday party and I honestly had no idea how West would handle it, seeing as he was the only one that didn't want to go to the party in the first place. I started to feel guilty, before shaking my head off. This was for his own good, he needed to get out and about. I saw them roll (hah) up and I immediately ran down to my door before opening it up to them and letting them come inside. 

"East! West! It's good you both actually turned up!" I hugged them both before guiding them both to the living room. It wasn't where everyone was collecting, everyone else was collecting on our front lawn.

"I told West. He said he's fine to hang out but not to go any further than your house. Makes sense, because of his wheels." I nodded and sighed. 

"That's fine. Mom and Dad were going to sort him out with moving in with us to get away from Third." I saw him nod and I gently patted his head. "Don't worry about the twins, they're with Belarus this evening before they head off to the party." I saw him nod again and I sighed as East hugged him before going back out of the house and onto the lawn. It didn't take long for everyone else to show up, and I counted heads as America ran back inside of the house to grab the school keys.

It took us a while to get there and get settled but we eventually did it and got the party started. Myself and America usually did it as a joint birthday party, which was why there was more chaos than normal when UN allows us to do a party at the school. One of the main reasons why we fuck the whole school up is to make the janitors work together and hate each other even more. I mean, they're enemies, if we're going to mess up the school just to see Third and Soviet fight it out, we will.

So that's what we were in the middle of doing. I was currently on a table, screaming out 'I Want It That Way' by the Backstreet boys with Ukraine, America was off somewhere screwing Russia in god knows which teacher's desk (and trust me, Russia will not be able to walk in the morning), China, Netherlands, East, Australia and New Zealand were in a corner high off of their shit and trying to play Uno but they kept confusing the colours. On the other side of the room, Italy and Japan were having a sword fight with metal poles, Luxembourg and Austria were scaring the shit out of people and Belarus and Switzerland were chatting in the corner, but mainly on their phones. Everyone apart from the last two were drunk, and of course the Uno group had shared whatever they had taken with Luxembourg because he was cackling like crazy.

Once my kareoke was finished I stumbled my way to the Uno Group. They had started up a new game and I flopped down before watching them for a while. East kept picking up more cards than he was supposed to and halfway through they somehow turned Uno into poker, using anything they could get their hands on as chips: East's glasses, money, the occasional beer bottle, Switzerland, and I'm pretty sure they stole one of the metal sword poles and a chair as well.

I got bored of them soon though and stumbled my way back to Ukraine, who had opened up another whiskey bottle and took a swig out of it before handing it to me. I grinned as I knew what he wanted me to do, and I chugged the bottle. It hurt but I was used to it. I didn't swallow the last little bit but I did smash the bottle onto the ground like I had done with all my other bottles before slamming my lips into Ukraine's, sharing the last little bit of whiskey between us just as America walked in through the assembly doors with a very tired Russia on his back. I giggled before waving him over, needing to ask him something.

"Meriii!!! How long does the vodka bottle need to recharge!!!"

"Give him half an hour, but five minutes with a vodka bottle." There were some cheering and some groans and I got my portion of the bet as well as a little extra. We were always betting on something to do with their sex life, drunk or not. Just so happened that I knew my brother very well.

Some would say too well.

I shoved the money into my pocket and stumbled towards Ukraine again. People were chanting but I didn't hear them as we kissed again, because why not I guess.

--Casual time skip, brought to you by West being forced to bed--

I woke up in the morning. Groaning, I rubbed my head and looked around. How did I get home? I looked beside me where I had felt a shift, and Ukraine was curled up beside me. Welp. Russia would kill me, but he's probably in just as much pain as me right now. I lazily grabbed my phone, reading the texts that people had sent me. There was loads of drunken ones and there were a load of videos, but a video and a text from West caught my eye. That was strange. He never sent me videos, and he only texted me if I texted him about homework. The text was sent hours ago, me just realising that it was 2pm, and it read:

-> I told the teachers that you and Ukraine were both sick, you were lucky that UN let you both and Russia have the day off and that your parents are good convincers. Just try to be quiet the next time, or do it upstairs and not on the couch, thanks.

-> Oh and I'm moving in with you guys since your parents signed the paperwork and everything.

I could only guess what it was, and I played a little of it before pausing it again. Dammit. Well, I mean it was a good video, just a little embarrassing that he managed to hear it all. I reminded myself to apologise to him when he came back from school, and I rolled over, cuddling with Ukraine and falling back asleep.

Done! How'd you like?

Oh and happy late Canada and America independence days!!