HetaliaxReader - We Own The Night

You sighed, walking away from yet another meeting full of pointless arguments. You felt an arm rest on your shoulders and you pushed it off, only for it to return.

“What do you want Denmark?” You grumbled, pushing his arm away once again.

“We are heading to a local bar and you are coming with us” he answered, grabbing your arm and practically dragging you out of the meeting building with him. Attempting to fight his grip was pointless, as you had learned from a previous experience, so you allowed him to drag you to the bar in question, the rest of the Nordics following dutifully behind.

When you arrived, you were surprised to find most of the other countries there, causing Denmark to finally release you arm to make his way over to his friends, completing the Awesome Trio. You followed the four remaining Nordics to a group of seats by the door, at which point you took in your surroundings. Though the exterior of the bar had been covered in neon lights, the interior was the opposite. To be specific, it was attempting to imitate a classic English pub, with the small groups of seats and the wooden paneling on the walls, completed by the photos and random objects on the shelves that were attached to the walls at random intervals.
Lukas got to his feet to get the drinks, leaving everyone else watching the chaos that was beginning to unfold as the countries began to drink.

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Several hours later, everyone was stumbling out of the bar. Most of the countries were drunk, requiring help from their semi-sober friends to make their way back to America’s mansion. At the moment, you were helping Romania support England, Lukas was attempting to keep Denmark on his unsteady feet with the help of Scotland while the drunken BTT were stumbling along quite happily on their own; with Italy and Romano nearby to offer help should it be needed. The countries started heading to separate apartments they owned in the area or that were owned by friends, but the rest were staying with America in his mansion, where you knew they would continue drinking. Sadly, you were staying there too, so when everyone arrived at the front door and America couldn’t find the right key in his nearly drunken state (He was what you could describe as the ‘Happy’ drunk, still somewhat aware, but not totally), you had to hand England over to Romania and open the door for them.

Everyone barrelled past you and headed straight for the living room, America and the Ireland twins heading into another room to grab some more alcohol while you just headed upstairs. Finland followed you, but you handed over the video camera so he could video the evening’s events. After all, it was one thing them getting drunk in the bar, it was another when they got to America’s house and continued drinking. It tended to be hilarious, often worthy of blackmail material, specifically when the BBT were involved, so Finland had offered to stay up and film it for you so you could keep the trio away from you. You locked your door once the Finnish man left, getting changed into your pyjamas and dropping into bed before they got too loud, drifting off to sleep.

You were rudely awoken two hours later by the loud music. You groaned and rolled yourself out of bed, unlocking your door and making your way downstairs to sabotage the speakers, only to stop at the bottom of the stairs as you took in the sight before you.

The video camera had been set aside, still recording, and Finland had joined the rest of the Nordics around a table. He had a drink in his hand, but you could tell he wasn’t drunk, yet he was singing along to the song that was playing.

May our hearts be full like our drinks tonight
May we sing and dance 'til we lose our minds
We are only young if we seize the night
Tonight we own the night
Tonight we own the night


La la la la la
La la la la la


When my time is over, lying in my grave
Written on my tombstone, I want it to say,
"This man was a legend, a legend of his time.
When he was at a party, the party never died."


Hey, everybody's got a dream so what do you say
Are we making history?


May our hearts be full like our drinks tonight
May we sing and dance 'til we lose our minds
We are only young if we seize the night
Tonight we own the night
Tonight we own the night


La la la la la
La la la la la


For tonight I'm famous, for tonight I'm king
And I will be remembered for centuries. They'll say,
"This man was a hero, a hero of the night.
When he was at a party, the party never died."

Hey, I'm a little drunk but I got something to say


May our hearts be full like our drinks tonight
May we sing and dance 'til we lose our minds
We are only young if we seize the night
Tonight we own the night


And let us wake up inside of stranger's bed
Let us drink until there is nothing left
And this night, my friends, we will not forget
Tonight we own the night
Tonight we own the night


May our hearts be full like our drinks tonight
May we sing and dance 'til we lose our minds
We are only young if we seize the night
Tonight we own the night
Tonight we own the night

You couldn’t stop yourself clapping as they finished, a giant grin forming on your face. Though the song sounded odd being sung by so many different accented voices, most of them out of tune, it was still amazing. It was proof that they could all work together; sadly it was also proof that it was only possible when they had alcohol. You were ignored as the next song came on, a song which sounded oddly familiar.

“Come on (c/n), join us!” Scotland shouted over the music. You were about to decline when you found yourself lifted off the ground and thrown over someone’s shoulder, only to be deposited next to said Scot a few moments later. Wales nodded to you once he set you down and Scotland handed you a drink.

“Join us lass, even for one night” he said, throwing his arm over your shoulder as Denmark had done earlier. You shrugged.

“Why not?”

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You looked to the speakers, only to find them connected to a second set of speakers, which were in turn connected to an iPod dock with your iPod sitting in it.

“How did you get my iPod?”

“Norway” the Kirklands answered. You narrowed your eyes at the Norwegian man for a moment before continuing to drink. You could sort it out in the morning.