My American Oneshot Book

Oneshot 12

this is for Lyndmcc9426 

Basically a crack chapter of Alfred witnessing his family/friends being drunk idiots.

Also, I'm going to be holding requests for a bit. I haven't updated "The Expecting American" or the "Reference Book" in a while and I need to get them updated. So, I think this is the last oneshot for a few days so I can square off some other works.

Please, inbox me if you have a request. I will still do it, but just not this weekend!

I love you all!

Kimiko Lee

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Alfred wasn't one for drinking. Yes, he did crack a casual beer once or twice after a stressful day and he did go out with other nations. But, he didn't like drinking for the fact of getting wasted. He just didn't like anything about it: he didn't like the hangover that came the morning after, he didn't like the changed behavior that was caused, he didn't like the mistakes one might make, and he didn't like the fact that someone might not be there to help others who did get smashed. He also doesn't have pleasant memories of drunkness because of England, though he wasn't abusive England was still different when he drank. So, Alfred made a promise to never overdrink.

Many of the party nations thought that was boring, but it was the opposite for Alfred. Since Alfred didn't get drunk, he remembered everyone else's drunken fun that they never seemed to recall. Which brings us to this situation...

Alfred was in Berlin for a World Summit. The meeting that day had been hectic as hell, everybody seemed to chime into everyone's conversations and a few nations had to be treated for puncture wounds when a chair was thrown across the room and it shattered to splinters. The stress really just piled for the young superpower, so he called up his best friends Gilbert and Mathias. The three of them were pretty close so maybe they could all melt away some stress as a group. There wasn't any surprise when the two nations, dressed in jeans and graphic tees, showed up at Alfred's hotel door. Alfred, of course, was wearing much the same. A plain white tee, blue jeans, red sneakers, and his iconic bomber jacket.

"Where are we heading Gilbert?" Alfred asked as they strolled down the hall together.

"It's un secret," the albino smirked as the small trio left for their mystery destination. After walking for a bit, Gilbert led them to an old building. The line to get in was wrapping around the building. Alfred felt guilty cutting all those people, but Gilbert kept dragging them. That's when Alfred and Mathias realized where they were, they were cutting the line to the KitKat! The kinkiest and freest sex club in Berlin!

"Dude!!! Last time you dragged me in there the bathroom attendant asked to watch me pee and three random guys asked me to join an 'on the fly' photoshoot!!! You know I'm shy when it comes to sex, Gil!" Alfred screeched. They walked into the club after checking in and began to disrobe in the cloak room. Alfred blushed as he disrobed down to his tight boxers, one's that curved around all his assets. Gilbert was wearing a thong and Mathias was wearing a jockstrap. Alfred was then dragged out by Gilbert.

"Come on, jou valk so slow!" Gilbert groaned as they headed to the bar. Alfred was shocked to find a few other nations had made an appearance: Spain, Germany, Canada, Italy, Romano, and of course France were all sitting at the bar. Seeing the others in just their underwear when music was blasting in his ear made Alfred blush more.

"Vow, jou actually got Alfred to come?" Germany quirked a brow as he sipped his beer.

"honhonhon~ little Amerique is blushing!" France laughed, making the others chuckle.

"Come on, you guys know I'm not used to it! America is a lot more modest than Europe is!" Alfred shouted with blush dusting his cheeks. A small group of regulars overheard the plea from young Alfred, giggling. They walked over, the small trio consisting of: a blonde girl with a pixie cut, a large bald man with a goatee, and a scrawny man with black hair pulled into a ponytail.

"Jou're from America? I vouldn't expect somevon from somevhere so shy vould be here," the scrawny guy jested, "I'm Vincent. Zat's Agnes und Thomas,"

"Jou shouldn't vorry, Hansel," Agnes giggled at the little nickname, "jou have quite ze group vith jou,"

"Ja, just have fun und don't zink so much," Thomas winked as he escorted his two friends away. Alfred was blushing more now, and Gilbert and Ludwig were laughing at the nickname Agnes gave Alfred.

"Amigo, what does 'Hansel' mean?"

"Oui, you two are laughing quite loudly,"

"Ve~ Hansel is a nickname for a boy who looks innocent or is like a gift from God. Some German officers called me a Hansel back in the day," Italy chirped. Knowing the meaning, the others laughed more. Alfred rolled his eyes and went to the bar.

"what's the strongest thing you have?" Alfred groaned, glaring behind him at the loud group. The bartender came back with a small glass of an unknown liquid. Alfred began to get out his wallet, when the bartender stopped him.

"Jour vith Gilbert, ja?" Alfred nodded, "Ut is fine zen. He has un tab here. Payback for him dragging jou here," the bartender winked. Alfred smiled.

"Danke," Alfred said waving as he walked off. By the time he got back to his friends, he saw that France, Spain, and Gilbert were having a drinking contest.

"My money is on Gilbert," Germany bet.

"Are you kidding me, if anything it's that tomato bastard Spain's got this,"

"Non, papa surprisingly can hold a lot of liquor. I bet him," Canada finished. Alfred was smiling when he felt arms wrap around him.

"You look nice like that, Fredka," Ivan purred. Alfred jumped a bit but then latched onto Ivan's back.

"Vanya! You're here too!" Ivan twirled Alfred happily, kissing him sweetly.

"Da! I found out Gilbert was taking you out, and I knew he was most likely going to take you here," Ivan kissed Alfred again.

"Pole dance off!!!" was screamed and Alfred turned around. France and Prussia were each grabbing a pole and began to dance beautifully as a drunken idiot could. The entire club was watching the two compete as music fell through the room. Alfred laughed as the two nations fools of themselves, Ivan laughing along with him.

"Hey Fredka, why don't you show them how you dance?" Ivan whispered. Alfred shook his head.

"I don't want to embarrass them more than what they are already doing to themselves. Besides, only you can see that part of me," Alfred kissed Ivan again, smiling sweetly. Mathias and Canada were still judging the competition, and in the end, the two just declared they were equal and drank more. Drinking, dancing, and laughs were shared the entire night. Alfred did embrace his more sensual side once Ivan came around.

The best part of this, Alfred didn't get wasted from the drink. He just drank soda the rest of the night so he could capture the crazy antics of his peers. That night was a night to remember. Too bad they were all too smashed to even notice. Oh well then, that's what God made cameras for, right?