DenNor ~Mistakes~

Fucked up

denmark downed the last of his second beer, he wasn't drunk... not yet anyway, but he had a bit of a slur. "ya know... relationships are pretty shit. i mean you get these gorgeous people who just use the other for sex and money. it's a neurological con job." america listened to what he had to say as he sipped on his first beer. "don't get drunk too soon or else the night is gonna be early. sip don't chug. we can get fucked up later." denmark looked confused as to what he meant. "later?" america let out a chuckle "yeah, we're going to this awesome party later tonight, and you're dead wrong if you think you're not going."
"i kinda thought tonight would be more chill... i mean, no one wants a depressed guy at their party."
"personally i think parties are the best way to shake depression. c'mon get up and go get a shower, you smell like beer and B.O, not a fantastic combination." america stood up and headed to the bathroom and hit the light switch "there's hair gel under the sink." he continued on his way to his room to get ready.
(( 15 minute shower later ) no smut yet u gay fish ;"^) ))
denmark came out of the bathroom in a red button up, black dress shoes, black dress pants and a black tie. "house party... not a dinner party, den." denmark looked down at his outfit and back up to america. "it's what i had left in my bag when i left." america  let out a small chuckle "so you rob a macys when you run away from home... c'mere." america motioned to his room and pointed to his closet. "pick a t-shirt and a pair of pants and grab those black converse." denmark picked a faded coca-cola shirt and super dark skinny blue jeans.  denmark was a little bigger than america so the t-shirt was a tight fit on him and you could see more detail (wink wonk)  america came back to his room with his bomber jacket over his favorite blue nasa t-shirt. he smiled at den. "ready to go?"

around 10 minuets later they got out of the uber and walked up to one of the other nations house. denmark made an educated guess that it was russia's place based on the loud music being played that could be heard from the street. they trekked up the steep walkway and america abused the doorbell until the tall nation answered. as soon as he saw america's face he lit up like a christmas tree. russia pulled america into a bear hug and pulled them both inside. he handed them drinks that were so sweet you could barely taste the alcohol. russia pulled america off in some unknown direction and denmark wandered around the party as he drank his diabetes inducing drink and ran into a few nations he had met previously and some other new people. he got a second drink and stood against the wall watching people dance, laugh, and chat until a ridiculously handsome guy caught his attention. he had light brown hair that stood up like his but not spiky, bright green eyes, a perfect nose and a strong jawline. denmark's eyes traveled downward and he noticed how his toned chest and abs almost threatened to tear his shirt to shreds, his arms were lightly tanned and godlike. he looked like he could uproot and carry a whole tree by himself. he continued looking until he noticed that he was being watched by the handsome stranger as well. his whole face became tinted pink and he quickly excused himself off into the kitchen. he looked outside at people jumping into russia's pool fully clothed and smiled to himself he thought about possibly going in but then he remembered wet jeans don't feel so great. he went to another part of the kitchen and started eating random snacks that had been set out. he noticed that the hot guy had walked into the kitchen as well but he pretended he wasn't there in order to avoid further embarrassment. the guy walked up to him and smiled "your name must be coca cola, because your so-da-licious."
(i'm really sorry you can hate me for that i'll understand)
what happened after that was a blur.
denmark woke up with a massive hangover and tried to recall what he did last night and who's bed he was in.
he remembered bits and pieces but from what he could recall he had slept with that hot guy, who was nowhere in sight. he got dressed again and cleaned himself up a bit and went downstairs to see if he could find america. he was greeted with a mess of cans, cups, various food wrappers, dropped and crushed snacks, moved and overturned furniture, and a broken coffee table. "...wild.."  america was passed out on the ground next to a pyramid of beer cans. his shirt and shoes were missing and he only had one sock. denmark went over and patted him on his chest. he tried his best to sit him against the couch and all america did was groan and slouch over. he went into the kitchen and snatched a water bottle and a handful of goldfish left out from last night and brought them back to him. america still wouldn't wake up so he put the goldfish in a pile on the floor between his legs and went off to see if russia was around. he was talking to canada over a stack of pancakes in the dining room. they were so enthralled with their conversation they barely noticed him walk in and take a seat.

(let me know if anything is wrong i revised it but it was kinda fast)