Corner of the Earth : a Hetalia Fanfiction

Festivities

-Alfred's POV-

I grabbed my microphone and grinned at the crowd, adrenaline rushing through me. Like a superstar, I leaned  back and shouted "LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTEEEED!" Pop music started to blare behind me. Fuckin' awesome.

I jumped off the stage, grabbing a smaller man by the shoulders. "KIKU, DUDE, THIS IS AWESOME, RIGHT?!"

He cringed back at me. "It's very loud..." he muttered.

I sighed. "But that Vocaloid stuff can be loud. How is that any different?"

"Because i-it's better!" he responded with a knowing tone.

I shrugged at him. "It's good, but is it better? Pfft, you think you're so cute. Yolo."

Without waiting for a response, I ran to Francis next. "Francis, I know this is a party, but make sure you don't do what you did last time..." Images of the Frenchman getting up on the table and stripping filled my mind. "...please."

France gave me a catlike grin. "Oh, no no. Of course not~"

I sighed deeply. "Why don't I believe you...? Please, dude. This isn't that kind of party."

Suddenly, something grabbed my shoulder. "AAAH!" I yelled, whipping around to see Carter cackling at me like the witch she was. "D-Dude, not cool!" I shouted.

She grinned, putting a hand on her hip. I noted her jean jacket. Ah, good. She had gotten the message that it was a casual party. I forgot to tell some people.

Carter stuck her tongue out. "No, dude, it was most certainly cool." She cackled again and ran off.

"I will get you for that!" I shouted, pulling out and waving my Nerf gun.

No surprise, but Britain wasn't there. He had a tendency of showing up at the party completely hammered and actually mingled... although the man was easily brought to the verge of tears. Part of me was hoping he would show up, though. Part of me was hoping he would apologize.

Guess not.

I spotted Allison and skipped over. She was wearing a nice dress. I guess she didn't get the message. "Hey, Alli! How are you liking the party?!" I called.

The woman gave a tiny smile, her eyes hinting at mischievousness. "It's kind of fun... Freddy."

I let out a tiny snicker. "Please don't call me that, dude."

Allison laughed and gripped her elbow. "So... I... I was wondering." She reddened just a little. "...where's Kiku?"

Before I could respond, country music blared out of the loudspeaker. My face lit up as I forgot about her question. "OH EM FRIGGEN GEE, I LOVE THIS SONG!" I grabbed Allison's hand and dragging her out onto the dancefloor. She resisted a little, but followed me anyway. I grabbed the small portable mic in my pocket and yelled "EVERYONE HAS TO DANCE OR THEY ARE GETTING KICKED OUT!"

I paused for a second, reconsidering. "Unless you are drunk. Then please don't."

I grabbed Allison's hand again and attempted to get her to dance to Timber with me. Truthfully, she moved very awkwardly and didn't dance very well. However, I didn't tell her this. That didn't matter, it was a good song and I was having fun! However, at one point, Sweden and Finland bumped into us, and Allison ended up falling over and getting stepped on. Smooth. She was okay, though, so we kept dancing.

After the "dancing portion" of the party was over, I turned off the music. Everyone mumbled in disappointment.

"Cake time!" I shouted. On verbal cue, chefs unveiled the huge cake. It didn't have any neat colors, but there were layers of cream and chocolate that looked just toooooo good.

After everyone consumed the ridiculously portioned cake, I got opened some gifts. I some new headphones from Japan, some pasta from Italy (weirdo), a new hand gun from Germany, some... I'm not telling you what France got me, some china from China (we'll see how long it takes for those to break), a football (ultimate Christmas Story reference) and some spices from Carter, a small bag from Russia (he noted that if I opened it some bad stuff would happen), a tiny hamburger cooker from Allison, bunch of pure maple syrup from Canada, and some other stuff from other people. England mailed me a Sears gift card. A twenty dollar Sears gift card. What a fucking loser.

I bounced over to the music and started playing the music once again. I didn't see Allison for a while after that. The noise must have overwhelmed her.