Hetalia x Male Reader - One Shot Book

The World Is A Nightclub - England/America

A/n: idk, I just found this vid online

£Narrators Pov£

¥Lets start¥

"Arthur! Come on, it's only a nightclub, you've been to a nightclub before!"

     The c/n male yelled at the Englishman, accompanied by the American running around and packing a bag full of random things he thought he'd need. The slightly younger men had planned to take Arthur to a nightclub, he opposed, reasonably, but they were bugging him to go, and had been for hours.

"Iggy, Iggy, come on dude, please come with us! We planned this, and we've never planned anything properly before!"

"No, I said no, both of you, let me be."

     M/n was beginning to give up, he was ready to call off all his plans and let Arthur be, but Alfred had other plans. Like he had done before, he picked Arthur up and threw him over his shoulder, running out the door to the car. The screaming Englishman tried to wriggle out of the Americans arms, but failed, and was left yelling at the other males, quickly locking the door and running after the others, the c/n was quick to catch up with the two countries.

"Alfred! Oh my God, put him down!"

"Quick, dude get the door!"

     Opening the back door on the battered car, m/n ran around to the other side and got in the front seat, putting the child lock on after Alfred got in, and threw a packet of bourbon biscuits at the yelling Englishman.

"Biscuits don't make this okay! I don't want to go to your stupid nightclub!"

"Biscuits should make this okay!"

"But they don't!"

     Speedily driving off towards the nightclub, m/n pulled up outside and stuffed two fake IDs into Alfred and his pocket. Arthur noticed this and snatched the id out of the c/ns pocket.

"Are you two illegaly taking me to a nightclub?"

"No, it was m/n's idea and he drove us here, so he is illegaly taking us to a nightclub."

"Arthur, be happy you aren't the only one invited, Francis will be there too,"

      Taking the child lock off and jumping out the car, the Englishman started yelling at them again, but seeing Francis across the street with Matthieu, he soon shut up. The pair made their way towards the trio, waving and looking slightly worried about the angered Brit. Arthur stood, a dangerous mix of fuming and calm, hunched into himself, arms crossed and brows knitted together.

"Quel est son probléme, Mon amis?"

"Il est un party pooper,"

"Est pauvre Arthur triste?"

"No, stupid frog."

"Come on dudes, we'll miss all the fun if we're arguing out here all night!"

      The younger three of the group had started yelling, shouting and giggling about god knows what, whilst running to the doors of the nightclub. Francis and Arthur were slower to walk to the front doors, talking about how much Arthur thought he'd hate it there, and then Francis jokingly pitying him, all while trying to make sure the younger nations didn't do anything stupid just yet.

      The trio of youngsters had already gotten in the club and their yelling could be heard outside, and had left the duo to try and find them in and amongst the flashing lights and booming music. Drinks had already started to be passed around the countries, Alfred grabbed a bottle of rum, whilst Mattie went for a simple beer, m/n went full out, three Jägerbombs he probably wouldn't finish. Becoming worried about the now drinking young adults, Arthur and Francis tried to pry the bottle of rum from the youngest, Alfred, who had drunk half the litre bottle in less than a minute, despite the bitter taste.

"Technically, we're all over a hundred years old, so we can legally do this, so we aren't breaking the law, so that means that you two need to calm your shit."

"You've only had two drinks m/n, gosh, calm down, eh?"

"Francis, Mi amigos! Funny meeting you here!"

"Antonio, Romano, bonjour, what brings you here mon amis?"

"Stupid potato loving bastardo Feliciano invited us,"

"Oh be nice, Romano!"

      The c/n yelled at the other angered male in the room, who had his arms crossed as well. The trio were partially drunk, Alfred and Matthieu on their second bottles, and the h/c haired one on his fourth Jägerbomb.

"M/n, Alfred, stop drinking so much, someone has got to drive us home, and it's not me again."

"Calm your tits shit-biscuit."

"Haha, dude, I can't even legally drive, Hahah!"

"That's not a good thing, Mr America,"

     A loud Russian accent filled the room, accompanied by manic drunk laughter from the Chinese and Korean man beside him, who were watching Kiku, in a drunkard state try to flirt with someone.

"Ivan, you're alive!"

"Da, why wouldn't I be alive?"

"I didn't mean that-" "I think what my brother meant was that he's happy to see you, " "not after-" "shut the fuck up, Alfred."

"Ah look brother Ivan, little Canada is swearing, ".  Before Ivan could reply, he was cut off by a certain crazed male, who wasn't even partially drunk yet.

"Yoo-hoo, don't worry humans, the awesome me has arrived, kesese,"

      Following behind him was the blond German with the other Italian clinging to his arm. Gilbert quickly ran the bar and stole five bottles of beer, all for himself, and then proceeded to dangerously smash the neck of the bottles instead of taking the lid off like any other human being.
    
"Bruder, stop you'll die from doing something that stupid one day,"

"HahA, suck it losers, I'm already dead!"

"Aw, don't joke about your existence like that, ve~'

"Shots, anyone?"

     Ivan agreed to pay for a round of shots, and then ended up paying for the other two rounds after that, by this time, near everyone was drunk or at least tipsy. Even Arthur. Surprisingly the only sober one left was Francis, who had the job of dragging everyone back outside to the cars at around midnight, Matthieu, who was tipsy but just below the limit, took the other car, or m/n's car, and drove himself and six others back to Arthur's house. Francis doing the same.

¢To be continued?¢

A/n: sorry guys, would've updated sooner, but my best friend passed away last Thursday, so just a few days ago, I will try update again on Friday :).