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It had been a while since England had gone to France's house. Now he remembered why. France, Spain, and Prussia were making a ruckus in the living room, getting drunk and talking about women. Normally England would have been happy to join them in the drinking, but he was too tired and not in the mood for socializing.
So he went to sit with Romano, who had tagged along with Spain for whichever reason, and now seemed to regret coming as much as England did.
"Theyre so loud... And annoying. " Romano muttered under his breath.
"And also obnoxious" England added, despite knowing that Romano had been speaking to himself.
"Yeah... Jerks. " Romano sighed. He sat back, looking defeated, before pulling out a small plastic container with pills from his pocket and swallowing one. He turned to look at England and held one pill in his hand, offering it.
"You want one? "
England looked confused, staring at the pill in Romano's hand.
"What is that? "
"LSD" Romano answered casually.
England was taken aback by the answer. Was this dude being for real?
"Why would you have LSD? And why in the name of the Lord would I take drugs?! "
"You don't... Do drugs? " Romano tilted his head and looked at England, puzzled.
"No! Do I look like some kind of hippie or something?! "
"Well you're always talking to the air and stuff during meetings so... " Romano shrugged, looking both a concerned and a bit embarrassed
"Right. Whatever. I advise you leave the drugs young man, they're bad for you." England reprimanded.
Romano only shrugged and went to sit down somewhere else.
England thought about the interaction for a bit. It reminded him he needed to take his pills. He stood up and went to the door way, where he reached into his bag, pulled out his own pill container, popped two into his mouth, then sat back down with the other three guys.
They had quieted down a bit, too dizzy from the alcohol to be too loud. But still annoying. Good grief, who dared drink on a Tuesday night?
England was already getting sleepy. He closed his eyes for a bit before a loud sound woke him up. He looked up to see that Spain and France were seemingly now in a competition to see who could throw their bottle at the wall the hardest.
Somehow England didn't find that weird. In fact, it seemed quite funny to him. He was happy about. He felt so jolly, in fact, that he wanted to join them.
England quickly stood up, grabbed a bottle, and flung it out the window (which was unluckily not open when he threw it). They all watched as the window shattered. Instead of being concerned, Prussia cheered and also threw a bottle out the window, which seemed infinitely funny to all of them.
They continued throwing stuff out of the window. At some point England started feeling very weird. The whole world seemed like those optical illusions where still images look like they're moving. Very weird indeed.
It had seemed like hours passed before anything changed. They kept laughing and joking and doing stupid shit for what seemed like hours, even though the moon didn't move much from it's place in the sky.
Slowly, England's vision turned darker, and he could see the sound of scuttling in the walls. How curious. While the rest of the guys continued drinking, he turned towards one of the walls and held his ear to it to see if he could taste more noises coming from it. But the scuttling sounded like it was coming from the floors now.
"France, I think your fancy apartment has rats" England called out, not seeming very concerned.
"Nonsense! It's probably just your schizophrenia kicking in again! " France called back. Everybody but England laughed.
"I told you I'm not schizophrenic, plus, I took my pills already. " England complained, not seeing the discrepancy in taking medicine for a condition he allegedly did not have.
He went to go sit down with the rest again. However, he could not stop feeling scuttling in the walls and under the floor. It made him nervous. He felt like critters were about to pop out of the ground and eat him at any second.
England could swear the faces of the people around him morphed as they spoke. That their limbs moved sluggishly quick, showing the aura around them like their owner's soul.
The three drunken men didn't seem bothered at all. Wasnt there supposed to be a fourth? Oh, right, Romano. He had gone to a spare bedroom to rest his head. How late was it?
England stood up and quickly took his time to walk to the room Romano was staying at.
The brunette was staring in the bed, laying in the ceiling, laughing with a frown. He was holding England's bag.
"Why doe yee have my baeg" England asked, pointing at Romano.
"This my bag, fucking idiot" Romano said happily.
England blinked a few times. Romano's bag? Not possible, considering that's the bag he had gotten his medication from, and it was working perfectly.
England just walked back to the living room where the others were. But it was dark. England blinked a few times and laughed. In the place where his friends used to sit at were dark silhouettes. He could smell them laughing like circus clowns. Circus music played in the back of his head.
What the heck was happening? It was like suddenly everything was turning into a circus. Lines appeared in the walls and turned into zigzags, geometrical shapes appeared out of thin air and arranged themselves into fun patterns. The music grew louder. It was scary. The scuttling came back. Figures of bugs spilled out from the ceiling and landed all around him.
England shook his head, not quite understanding what he was seeing. He heard a hand grab his shoulder and drag him some where. To sit. Down.
More laughter. Clowns. Scuttling. It was scary. England wanted to scream but he really couldn't. Not when the bugs grew nearer. He didn't want to enrage them. Not for. It.
The world caved. It seemed to. Go. It went in, it went dark, England was scared.
More shaking from his shoulder, it grew annoyingly loud. For hours like a vibration in his chest. Whats. His leg. In. He started freaking how. Out. Loud. The music drummed inside his head. He could smell it loudly.
But he couldn't move. Well he could but. When. Did. The. Nothing did. The move. Nothing moved when he did. He was stationary. Except his shoulder, which shook him, from itself the shoulder it, it shook.
Dark. Bug. Crawl. Inside. Skin. Scary. Boo. Cry.
Now, from an outsider's perspective, it would seem that England was clawing at his own skin, as if trying to take it off, while screaming incoherently. This was enough to sober up Prussia, who just so happened to be the only one resistant enough to alcohol to not be passed out by that point. It was now 5 am. But it had seemed like days to England, who was now convinced he was in a circus and being stuffed with insects in order to entertain an audience of laughing machines resembling clowns.
Prussia tried to shake him sober. The German seemed to think that Britain was just very, very drunk.
"Hey... Wakey... Wakey hey.. Hey stop... That. " Prussia mumbled, struggling not to fall unconscious.
All that did was make England even more scared. He suddenly leapt up and ran around, trying to escape his imaginary swarm of bugs. Instead he tripped over a table and hit his head on the wall, knocking himself out.
Prussia witnessed this and shrugged, figuring that his job was done, and allowed himself to fall asleep.
Through all of this, Romano was busy in the guest room, hallucinating that he was the reincarnated version of an ancient God and tasked to take over the world. That kept him busy.
It was only the day after (about 10 hours) until Spain woke up, saw the mess they had made, and promptly started crying. He woke everyone up to clean.
They noticed that both England and Romano seemed to still be under the effects of something, so Spain volunteered to take them both home.
After a few more hours England finally regained enough lucidity to realized what had happened. He promised himself to never take non-prescription drugs.
Romano, on the other hand, learnt nothing, and is still a major drug addict to this day.
Fin.