America's New Years party could be described as amazing, or terrible. Much like 2016 itself. It was just a stereotypical American New Years party, complete with cheap champagne and shitfaced drunks, which included but was definitely not limited to England.
"Thought you said you weren't gonna drink after last year." America laughed, sitting down next to a wasted brit on the couch.
"Shut up." England groaned, head in his hands. He slumped up against America's much larger frame, starting to doze off.
"Hey! Wake up!" America laughed and shook the smaller country. "You can't fall asleep before midnight on New Years Eve, it's bad luck."
"Never heard that one before." Denmark exclaimed, plopping down beside the two blondes, holding a beer can in one hand. "I think it's just an excuse to keep a certain someone awake for the midnight kiss." The Dane puckered his lips and made a kissing noise, getting glared at by his Norwegian boyfriend staring at him from across the room.
"You shut it, Den. I want Artie to be awake for the ball drop in Time's square, dude! It's gonna be great, we've got a bunch of great artists and there's tons of confetti... Dude it's gonna be great."
"You sound like you've had a little too much to drink yourself, America. You don't hear countries calling each other by human names unless in public under civilian watch-" Germany started, being quickly cut off by a very drunk Prussia, speaking in what first appeared to be fast and jumbled german, but turned out to be gibberish in a thick german accent.
"England. Iggy. You gotta wake up dude." America whispered, shaking the British nation a little bit harder
England made a choking noise. "I'm not asleep." He coughed. "Not asleep."
"Dude. It's 11:47. You gotta stay awake." America said, brushing a stray hair out of his mouth. He couldn't tell if it was his or England's.
"What if I don't wanna." England mumbled, his drunken stupor taking over any pride or orderly sense that he had left.
"You have to though. It's tradition."
"It's also tradition to hold hands with friends and family to sing 'Auld Lang Syne' but I don't see you doing that anymore."
"I'm sure some American families do. It's just not nearly as common as the ball drop in Times Square. You understand."
"5 MINUTES LEFT OF 2016!" Somebody screamed, drowning out England's grumpy response.
"Hey, next year, let's actually go to Times Square to watch the ball drop." America whispered to England.
"Why? It'd be freezing cold, wouldn't it? Sounds okay though. Maybe." England mumbled, playing with his light blonde hair.
"What? Really? Hold on, I should record that so you don't forget you said it when you're all hungover tomorrow."
"Hmm." Is all England said in reply as they started to watch the ball drop.
"Ten,
Nine,
Eight,
Seven,
Six,
Five,
Four,
Three,
Two,
One!"
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Everyone chanted. There were a few midnight kisses being shared, people drinking to the New Year, friends laughing and having a good time.
America turned to England when he got a kiss planted right on his lips, a good one too. England admittedly tasted like alcohol, but America didn't mind as he felt himself kissing back. He could hear Denmark's obnoxious laugh in the background and a camera click, but he figured that'd be much more embarrassing for England than him in the near future.
"Midnight." England said, pulling away from America. "Can I sleep now, Meri?"
The nickname caught America off guard, and the way England said it left much to the imagination, leaving America jumbling over his words as the brit collapsed on his chest.
He wasn't going to protest about it though. England was like a very warm blanket, that was also very effective for covering up any erections that one might have at the time, not that that was America's problem at the moment, not at all.
"Told ya you'd end up getting some." Denmark laughed, downing the last of his drink.
"You shut up." America said from his spot in between England and the couch.
"Something tells me England's probably going to end up staying at America's house after the party as well." France chuckled, smirking behind his glass of champagne.
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Hetalia Drabbles - Crossover One Shots
FanfictionSince I was bored and feeling slightly insane, I decided to write this. This book is a compilation of Hetalia one shots that come to my mind at any given time. Most of them are USUK because I have a one track mind. I will take requests and prompts i...
