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[qittenpie]

Norway twitched a little when New Zealand latched onto his leg. It was a surprisingly commonplace event for him...maybe not so surprising, considering that he was Nordic. And Vikings loved their beer, while Denmark still did. He peered under the table tipsily, looking at the other nation. "Yer going to killsh my fairies? YOU MONSHTER. LEAVE MY TROLLSH ALONE." He simply ignored America, focusing on the more immedite threat.

((Lol I didn't know how to type a reply to America in there. XD))

EDIT: ((WOAH. Wait, wasn't there a post there before? ))
EDIT 2: ((I didn't know you could get drunk off of rping. >.<))
EDIT 3: ((haha. I totally knew that. YOU didn't see anything!))

[beekind]

((New Zealand is the one under the table. BErlin is next to them,Invading Romano's personal space XD))

[::madlyhazel]

(((@Madame Butterfly- Is that picture of Germany in and apron holding a spatula. If not, I know i'm a tad bit spazzy right now. Tea always makes me spazzy.)))

New Zealand hissed at America and lashed out at his leg, "BAD! BAD!" She grabbed hold of his leg and attempted to scratch him, though it failed. "HAHAHAHA!" She just started laughing like a mad woman and went clinging back to Norway's leg.

[Lore-heika]

((... This has gotten so hilariously bizarre-! XD))

Romano nearly toppled backwards in alarm at Berlin's sudden drunken approach. He opened his mouth to retort something, but found that no sound would come out. This was Berlin, just another potato freak, right...? But, at the same time, he had never been good with drunk nations... Handling them could be quite an issue. Instead, he said nothing, though hoped desperately that the force of his (diminishing...) glare would shoo her off.

... And THEN she had the nerve to hug him. That was it! "L-Let go of me, &#$@ it!" he swore, frantically squirming around, curl bobbing and eyes ablaze in his typical anger and great discomfort.
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Prussia continued giggling, though about what he had no idea, and drank a few more sips before falling completely backwards and collapsing onto the floor, nearly landing directly on top of his brother in the process. Cheeks flushed and eyes glossy, the drunkard slurred something once more in German before the room began to rotate around him.

[beekind]

"But I Lurve you Romano!"She cried,locking her arms around him.Of course,normally she wouldn't have anything to do with The Tomato paste twin.but,then again,she was drunk.

[Madame Butterfly]

(Yes. Yes, in fact; it is. xD)



"NOT THE BRITISH!" America spazzed. He reached and grabbed both Norway and New Zealand. "We. Must. Warn. Everyone." He managed to lift them over his shoulders, and started running away.



Georgie-kun ran over to trip his dad. "Stop that!" He said, "Why, where're ya manners? Ya should've carried'em liek this!" He picked up New Zealand bride-style. America grinned at his son, and ruffled his hair.

He gave a thumbs-up and a flashed a hero's smile. Then he picked Norway up, bride-style.



Germany 'oofed' as the ex-nation collapsed, somewhat on top of him. He blinked. The hit had been hard enough so that he was getting a little more sober...

"Whaat, get off'  me, you son of--" he pushed in vain at the other.

[::madlyhazel]

(((@Madame Butterfly- Aw! You made me spit my tea all over my keyboard with this post!)))

New Zealand wriggled in Georgia's grasp, "NOOOO! PUT MEH DOWN!" She wriggled then managed to turn around far enough to bite him. "PUT. ME. DOWN." She hissed through it.

[beekind]

BErlin,wo was still as drunk as ever,snuggled into ROmano and moved even closer to him.

[Lore-heika]

Oh, Dio, how he was grateful for his dislike of beer! Romano let out a (manly! Of course it was manly!) shriek and brought his hands up to shove Berlin off- though found that the ridiculously uncomfortable snuggling threw him off balance, and he fell backwards out of the chair with a thud.

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Prussia sighed obnoxiously, shoving his brother lightly on the shoulder and smirking again. "Lighten up, West! 'ave some more beer!" he slurred, forcing a mug of beetmr into Germany's lap, insisting that the younger German continue drinking. Nothing was worse than being totally wasted and having Germany sober enighh to yell at you.

[beekind]

Berlin Sniffled. "R-"She stopped to hiccup "Romano,Why won't you hug me?" Tears started forming in her eyes. "Why d-don't you like me romano?" Now,she was totally wasted.She didn't even now what she was saying.