
Germany's head hurt. It ached worse then that one time Italy had refused to leave his house, and Ludwig decided to get himself drunk off all the fine beer in the house.
He cursed in German. What had been in that d*mn beer? He was german, a couple of pints shouldn't be a problem.
Things were about to get worse.
He grinned as he heard Berlin shout to Prussia about wearing her bra. Ha, that fool would! Of course it was at that moment when everything came rushing back.
He was wearing a bikini.
A
pink bikini.

Su-san nodded and got up. He wasn't really hungry, but if Finland wanted to eat then he'd follow along. He went to the bathroom and changed from his pjs back into his uniform.
He'd gotten enough sleep, anyway.

America popped up, blinking. Whoah, he'd had a lot of coke yesterday. What exactly had happened? Georgia was sleeping next to him. He grinned, and pinched the teenaged state's cheeks.
"Wake up, sleepy head!" Alfred said loudly, upsetting everyone who had a hangover. "It's a bright new day! Heroes have to wake up!"

Georgie, who'd had both beer and coke... groaned.