Do you wanna PARTY? It's PARTYTIME! *rp, everybody invited!*

[i_got_5_meters]

Gilbert had just recently gotten back from yet another run to the store to pick up supplies for the night. Some of the people who were planning on coming to the party had already dropped off their contributions to the festivites and his fridge was now suitably stocked at least for the time being. Not all of it was what he would call top notch

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[viva_la_francis]

Francis was showing up a bit early, but he wanted to make sure he got there in time to set up the food for the party. Nothing but alcohol on empty stomachs was never a good idea and if he was going to be eating... he wanted it to taste good. So Food was always his "duty" when it came to parties.

He'd been in the kitchen all morning with Arthur (Who had watched but not helped under pain of death.) and now they had two carts full of party hors d'oeuvres ready for a wonderful Gilbert Drink-a-thon.

Francis knocked on the door. "Open up Mon Ami! The Food is here!"

[i_got_5_meters]

"Was?" Gilbert mumbled at the knock on the door,waking up to hair gone unruly from having slept on it while it was wet. That always left him a little miffed. The albino stood up and stumbled over to the door

[mathias_danmark]

"Come on Doe-Eyes, this is good for you. Getting you out of the house and a chance to get you out of your funk." Mathias Jensen purred and invaded his lovers personal space by nuzzling the Norwegian's cheek. ... The bop to the head was well worth it in the Dane's mind

[berwaldsverige]

Berwald pulled on his comfortable jeans and his sweatshirt. It was nice to be back on the island where he didn't need a parka, boots, gloves, hat and thermal underwear just to take the dog out to pee.

Tino was already waiting by the door as Berwald approached and they went out to Mathias' Nissan Leaf. Berwald got into the driver's seat... moved it all the way back, adjusted the mirror and then held his hand out for the key.

"Let's go and if you can't make it to the car under your own power after the party I am not carrying you. Manage to stay upright."

[mathias_danmark]

"Tudefjs*." He muttered in Danish with a roll of the eyes as he chucked the car keys Berwald's way. He clambered in the back with Tino. "Tino, man, you can't get plowed here tonight, okay? Seriously. Someone will probably be checking in to see if the minors are drinking. Last thing I need is more detentions. If you get plowed it'll be my second offense at contributing to your drunkness, and I'll get kicked off the football team

[i_got_5_meters]

Gilbert had helped Francis and Arthur make room on the table for the food and directed them to the fridge which he affectionately referred to as the Beer Cave.He searched through the veritable cavern of alcoholic beverages for his half of his and Mathias's so called "Viking Exchange" because if he knew the Dane at all, he knew that even if he had to drag his boyfriend behind him there was no way he would miss out on a good party

[i_got_5_meters]

Gilbert heartily guzzled down the beers he was currently dual weilding and grinned. "Hey, they needed to be instructed in the ways of AWESOME. I'd like to see them try and explain THAT in confession!" He cackled heartily, still holding onto the bottles.

He was about to make another lewd comment about his New Year's excursion when he was suddenly tackled and hugged by a very excited Feliciano, who he didn't even know had shown up. "Feli!" Gilbert tried to turn himself around to hug his little buddy back, but the Italian had quite the grip on him so he just patted him on the head like the excited puppy he almost was. "If bruder had stopped trying to molest you for any length of time and actually let you out, I might have stuck around."

[useless_italy]

Feliciano blushed, but kept that happy smile on his face. "He wasn't molesting me ALL the time, Gilly!" He giggled, and let go of Gilbert. "Luddy told me that I couldn't drink anything with alcohol in it. But I figure if you're around, I should be okay!"

[i_got_5_meters]

"I've seen that box of dvds and shit he thinks he hides so well under the bed. Don't try to kid me on that one." Gilbert shuddered at the sights under his bruder's bed he just could NOT unsee and reached into the fridge once more.

"Damn right! You're starting to catch on well, young grasshopper." Gilbert may be a reckless fucktard most of the time, but he wasn't stupid. The albino grabbed a red plastic cup from the table and poured Feliciano's drink from the bottle into it before handing it to the waiting Italian.

"Just in case Vati or West shows up, ja?" He said with a wink before cracking open his own cold brew.

[useless_italy]

"Vee!!!" Feliciano hopped up an down a few times as Gilbert poured him a drink. "Thanks, Gilly!" He took a long drink, then giggled. "And those dvds aren't THAT bad! At least the ones he lets me watch anyway!"

[mythicalengland]

Arthur was already delightfully three sheets to the proverbial wind... He was rumpled and mussed from Francis' roving paws and he was currently shaking the neck of his beer at the Dane sitting across from him in the living room.

"Bloody, Danish. Always pillaging England. I'll show you what real men can do. I'll drink you under the table. You and that German GIT. And I drink real Beer! Boddington's! Put's hair on your chest!" Arthur slurred with a stupid challenging grin on his face.

(I'm invoking the FAIL! Brothers! Because I can!)

[mathias_danmark]

"Francis, your semen depository is speaking nonsense. Did you fuck his brain out?" The Dane glared, but was smirking darkly. "You're already half gone little man. Are you sure you want to call down the damnation that is the vikings? My ancestors put yours to shame once, need I do it again?" He gloated.

[mythicalengland]

"Listen you! I have the stamina of kings! You bloody Barbarian!" Arthur slurred slamming his empty down on the table.

"I can drink two to every ONE you drink and still beat you, wanker!"

[mathias_danmark]

"Francis, we're friends, but your little little tid bit is getting it. He's writing checks his ass can't cash. I'm going to humiliate him." He glared with the darkest kind of smirk as he ripped a six pack out of the fridge for them to start with. He planned on them being brought more as they went. This was a challenge. "Drink up Englænder, you're going to need to in order to wash it down after you eat your words."

Siguard was rolling his eyes. He knew this would happen. Someone always had to challenge his boyfriend's gullet. He hoped Mads didn't end up too shit faced in this deal.

[i_got_5_meters]

After several minutes of intense competition between himself, Mathias, and the personification of intoxication (otherwise known as Arthur!), Gilbert got up to grab another armload of beer from the fridge to fuel the fire. He cackled wildly at the slurred insults hurled in his direction by both parties as he strode towards the beer cave, only stopping when he nearly collided with Eduard who he had forgotten was in the kitchen working on the beer helmet he'd commanded.

"Shit, kid. Wear a bell around your neck or something." He scolded until he looked at the project in the quiet Estonian's hands. What he saw there had his mind racing in such excitement that he nearly jumped up and down like Feliciano.

[tino_suomi]

Tino could produce only one utterance at what he had seen. "Holy fuck, Eduard. You just got a wet one from Gilbert Beilschmidt... does you mouth taste of sex and shame?" He snorted a little, trying to contain the giggle fit about to burst out.

[darth_eduard]

Eduard frankly had no idea what to say. His mind twitched and beeped internally like a malfunctioning robot. Does. Not. Compute...DANGER WILL ROBINSON! Danger! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!!

"Ummm...g-gummi b-b-b-bears and b-b-b-" He coughed to clear his throat, his voice seeming to have migrated entirely to his head. "It tasted like gummi bears and beer, actually..."

So much for first kisses...