*arrives a few months late but without Starbucks*

The Penumbra Club

"We should go clubbing," England suggested out of the blue. The fact that it was Arthur making the suggestion, and not so much the suggestion itself, caused every head in the room to turn in his direction. He looked up from his book with a bemused expression. "What?"

Allie blinked, "Actually, that's not a bad idea," she said from where she was sitting upside-down on the couch, her legs dangling over the back and her hair brushing the floor. "That actually sounds fun. I'm not doing anything later."

"You're never doing anything later," Eric told her pointedly. "And sit up. You're going to give yourself a brain hemorrhage or something."

"Don't tell me what to do!"

Spain leaned over the back of the couch. "There's a club nearby!" He informed them with a cheerful grin. "Alfred spoke to the bartender last week! It's called – como se llamaba de nuevo?" He turned to Alfred for help. The American shrugged helplessly, the McDonald's straw never leaving his mouth. "Ah, si, I remember! It's called Penumbra!"

Eric blinked. "What kind of ominous-ass name…?"

The name seemed to have piqued Allie's interest, who immediately sat up and suffered a violent fit of vertigo. "That sounds cool! Ow, there are so many colours…" Arthur sighed and patted her on the shoulder while she did her best to reorient herself. "I support this notion!"

"Why?" Eric turned to her, one eyebrow raised. "You've never been clubbing."

"Technically, neither have they," she gestured to the units, who nodded. "So no time like the present then! Francis, please get James. For some reason he's not here and that's making me worried!"

Romano rolled his eyes at her as she half-rolled, half-flailed off the couch. "That bastard doesn't actually live here you know."

"Ve~, be nice Romano!" Feliciano grinned, casually wrapping himself tighter around Ludwig and making the big German look like he was ten seconds away from bleeding from the nose. "I like James!"

"That doesn't count for much! You like everyone!"

While the two devolved into typical sibling bickering (oddly tame on Romano's side), Francis returned with James tucked against his side. Apparently he had already been on his way over. "I heard we were going clubbing and honestly I'm disappointed that I wasn't the one who suggested this venture."

Allie cocked her head at him. "Why are you disappointed?"

"I'm the wildcard! The bad boy!"

"Sweetheart, you were late because you got distracted by a cat."

"Okay but I'm the promiscuous bisexual who makes bad decisions! TV said so!"

"James you're a virgin."

He went bright pink up to his ears and huffed. Beside him Francis looked starry-eyed and like he was a second away from cooing. "I told you that in confidence. Fine, whatever, let's go dancing. Where are we going anyway? Oh my god do any of you even have clothes?"

"I still think that this is a bad idea," Eric said, but the units had already dispersed to find outfits (with the exception of Greece who was still napping and probably hadn't heard a word of the entire conversation). He sighed loudly before pushing himself off the chair to invite his girlfriend along for moral support.

oOo

Penumbra was a relatively large white building with the name spelled out in flashing purple lights like a Vegas arcade. Allie was certain that they made up the majority of the line into Penumbra, and as always they seemed to have drawn a lot of attention. "As the only girl here without a boyfriend, I'm sticking close to Ivan," she declared loudly over the thump of music.

"You don't want to dance?" Arthur asked. His green eyes were ringed with black, and looked even larger and more piercing. He was dressed in distressed blue-black jeans and a black graphic shirt with a rips along the sides and an artistic Union Jack splashed across the front. Around his wrists were spiked cuffs and he was wearing black fingerless gloves. It was the sort of look that would have drawn attention anywhere except for a flashy club scene.

Heck it still drew attention there because Alfred couldn't stop staring. Allie shrugged. "I want to dance yeah, but like I also don't want to get hit on my creeps and one way to do that is to have a terrifying Russian close by. Right Ivan?"

Not wanting to shout, the Russian only looked down at her with a beatific smile. Allie had convinced him to change into something other than his winter coat and boots, but hadn't bothered to ask him to ditch the scarf. He appreciated the subtle gesture.

Aima blinked at her, and Allie swore she was getting mesmerized by the flutter of her thick lashes. Both girls had done their make-up together so there were some similarities, namely the kohl around their eyes and the smoky eye-shadow. Aima's lips were stained with bright gold lip-stain, drawing attention to their shape and fullness. "You could hang with Eric and I," she offered sweetly.

"Wouldn't that just make her an awkward third wheel?" Arthur pointed out.

"Yeah but she's still my sister," Eric frowned. The line jostled forward. Antonio, Ludwig and the Italy Brothers were closest to the door and Ludwig was tall enough to peer inside. He was dressed like BDSM fan's wet dream, in black leather and a black muscle shirt. Somehow Feli looked even smaller beside him. "I still want to look out for you. I'm going to check in on you every now and then. Keep your phone on you at all times."

Allie snickered and even Aima looked amused, but also very fond. "Awww, Eric! You do care!"

"I have to. What will I tell mom and dad if you get kidnapped at a seedy club?"

"I don't know. I guess you'd have to explain the ten-or-so handsome guys living in our house," Allie wrapped an arm around Arthur and Ivan's waists.

Arthur smirked down at her. "You think I'm handsome?"

"Gentlemen do not fish for compliments," she chided playfully.

"They don't wear ripped up clothing either love, but here we are," the punk wearing Arthur's face rolled his eyes. Allie had never noticed before, but had he always had pierced ears or were those clipped on?

The rest of their time in the line was spent chatting aimlessly amongst themselves until finally they were at the door, and then they were in.

The music hit Allie like a runaway train. It had been loud outside, but she hadn't taken into account how much the walls had insulated the sound. There was So Much going on; the bass thumping through her throat and chest, the flashing strobe lights that nearly blinded her, the hot press of humanity on all sides.

She almost panicked and backed out, until she felt a large hand on her shoulder. Ivan stared down at her, his lilac eyes dark and considerate, then he bent so he could speak into her ear.

"We can sit down, yes? Order drinks?"

Allie nodded, already feeling calmer with him at her side. Ivan shouldered through the crowd easily, the perks of being over 6 ft and built like a brick house, and sat down at the bar. Distracted by the array of colourful bottles, Allie could only squeak in surprise when his next move was to pick her up and dump her on his lap.

The bartender was a tattooed redhead with a silver stud in their nose who didn't bat an eyelash at them. Apparently large and intimidating Russians bearing tiny black girls happened all the time. "Yeah? What can I get you?"

"Whatever has most vodka," Ivan replied immediately. "And something small, for my small friend."

They snorted an amused "alright," and turned to begin mixing something together. Allie wanted to comment that she wasn't legal, but apparently no one cared so she just watched the fluid movement of the bartender's hands in awe. Somewhere in the crowd something amazing must have happened because cheers broke out.

Soon they turned and presented Ivan with a large glass filled with something blue and incandescent. "A Blue Moon for you, and a Babydoll for the small friend." Allie eyed the pastel pink drink in the short, curved glass with a mixture of admiration and trepidation. It smelled sugary and fruity, like candyfloss.

"I lowered the alcohol content," the bartender confessed with a shrug and a smile. "You were staring at all the bottles like you were terrified of them; I figured you weren't much of a drinker," they winked.

The drink tasted like strawberries and spun sugar, and underneath all of that Allie could detect the faint sharp taste of alcohol. The bartender moved off to deal with other orders, and Allie sipped her drink while Ivan gulped his down.

"Is good?" He asked her when he'd swallowed down more than half of his own glass and she'd barely made a dent in hers.

"It's good," Allie confirmed, and then eyed his drink. "Is that good?"

Ivan shrugged and angled the glass her way. Allie passed him her own drink and waited for him to take a sip of the sweet concoction before taking a sip of his own. She immediately choked, coughing to dispel the burn in her throat while Ivan laughed and rubbed her back.

"It tastes like paint thinner!" She croaked which only made him laugh louder and hand her back her glass. It took three gulps of the Babydoll to wipe the burn from her tongue and throat.

"There! See, I told you they'd be here!" James appeared out of the dancing crowd, dragging Francis behind him. Behind him were Gilbert and Matthew who were covered in body glitter for some reason. "Allie, you would not believe what Gilbert did!"

"Would it explain why he and Matthew are covered in glitter," she asked dryly as the Canadian came close enough to sit beside her.

"Gilbert challenged Eric to a dance battle," he whispered to her. "He lost. Someone had balloons filled with glitter threw them so Eric looks pretty much the same."

Allie giggled at the picture. "So why do you look like that?"

His eyes narrowed. "Proximity."

"I think it looks nice on you," Ivan complimented. Matthew spluttered and went faintly pink under the glitter and lights. Allie took a long sip of her drink and then was dragged off to dance by James. By the time they both returned, her drink was gone, both were sweaty, and they had somehow acquired an unwanted guest in the form of a tall blond frat boy.

James batted his hand away for the fifth time in half as many minutes. "She said no, you creep! Jeez, take a fucking hint!"

"Aw come on!" He whined, trying to get past. "I love chocolate! Lemme get a taste!"

"Oh my god I feel so violated right now," Allie grimaced and pulled at James. "Come on. Forget this guy. We have Alfred for all our frat-bro interactions."

"That doesn't mean he has the right to objectify you like that!" James yelled back over the music.

"That's so sweet James! Look, there's Alfred now!" They both caught sight of the American frozen in place while England gyrated and spun around him, rolling his hips in a way that frankly made Allie quite uncomfortable. "Um…wow…"

"Whoop, get it Arthur!" James cheered. If either of them heard him they didn't show it. "You know, I didn't expect that. I totally predicted Feli and Ludwig, Antonio and Lovino, me and Francis…"

"Predicting your own romance doesn't count James. Now see if you can spot anyone else."

James saluted blithely and peered between and above the crowd while Allie did the same. A moment later he tapped her arm, "I found them!"

"Really? Where?"

"On that stage."

"There's a stage?" She spun around to see that indeed there was a stage on one side of the club. It was meant for amateur bands and the occasional paid performance during which it was cleared of the miscellaneous items on it which usually included balloons, spare metal piping, a microphone on a stand, and a karaoke machine.

Spain, apparently mildly drunk evidenced by the slight stutter of his gait, had stumbled onto the stage at the behest of his 'friends' and was fiddling with the controls. Somewhere else Francis and Gilbert were pleading with/bribing the DJ. A second later the music lowered, causing many heads to turn.

"Buenas tardes gente hermoso!" Antonio's accent was thicker, probably from the atmosphere and all the alcohol. Several girls close enough to see his face hooted because who doesn't like attractive foreigners? He grinned sweetly, the tight black jeans he was wearing hanging low enough on his hips to give a teasing glimpse of sculpted hipbones. "I just thought I could put on a little show for you, since it's my first time!"

Amidst catcalls, Lovino slunk over to Allie. "I don't know him anymore," he told her blankly. "If he comes over to me after this I'm kicking him in the balls."

"It probably won't be that bad," Allie defended just as the first notes to Muchacha Kiss Kiss Bang came on. "Oh shit fam."

Spain was actually a really good singer. His smooth accent and husky vocals caressed the notes while the spark in his eyes gave the song a playfully romantic air. James hummed thoughtfully. "This is actually a jam. I could bop to this."

"I don't know him," Lovino hissed, and then he groaned. "Oh Dio is he looking over here? He is isn't he? Fuck, I'm going home."

"You are not!" Allie hooked her arm through his own and forced him to stay beside her as Antonio continued to sing along accompanied by unintelligible screams and the occasional coherent comment.

"Y yo sé que eres mía y yo para ti!"

"Do you think we should be getting this on instagram?" James asked after a second. "Or at least snapchatting it?"

"I already got it," Matthew materialized beside them holding three phones. He was followed by Feliciano who was attached to Ludwig, and behind them was Ivan holding another drink. Matthew lowered the phones when the song seemed to be winding down. "I'll send you guys a copy."

Lovino covered his face with his free hand. "At least it's over – and no, there goes the tea bastard!"

England had stormed onto the page, obviously drunk with the sleeve of his black vest slipping off one shoulder and a black military cap balanced rakishly atop his blonde hair. He shoved Antonio away from the microphone. "You call that a show?" He said with the sort of confidence that turned people on. "I'll give you a show."

"Oh my god," Allie gaped as the opening to For Your Entertainment began to pour from the speakers.

"So hot, out the box, can you pick up the pace? Turn it up, heat it up, I need to be entertained!"

"Whoop! Get it Arthur!"

"Stop encouraging him!"

"I want to leave."

"Has anyone seen Alfred?"

"I think he's having a crisis, eh."

Arthur ground his hips against the microphone as he continued to sing, his poison green eyes sweeping the room. "Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet! Ya thought an angel swept you off ya feet! But I'm about to turn up the heat! I'm here for your entertainment!"

"You know, this is sexy and all," James commented after Arthur finished his performance by winking sultrily at a woman in the audience, causing her to screech and almost claw her way up the stage before she was restrained by her friends. "But it's not totally reeling me in."

"Bonjour, how about something a little slow, hm? Ain't this what you came for? Don't you wish you came more? Oh what you playing for? Ah, come on…"

Allie reached out and pushed James's drooling mouth shut. "Focus you hormonal fuck!"

"Allie, I'm in love."

"For goodness sake James."

"I think it's sweet, sorella!"

"Lasciamoci, please?"

Translations

Como se llamaba de nuevo – what was the name again (Spanish)

Buenas tardes gente hermoso – good evening beautiful people (Spanish)

Y yo sé que eres mía y yo para ti – you're my queen and I'm your king (Spanish)

Lasciamoci – let us leave (Italian)

It should be stated that this author does not condone underage drinking but she lives in a place where the legal drinking age is 18 and forgot that America's drinking age is 21. I may also change Spain's song but I was listening to Muchacha Kiss Kiss Bang and it is honestly a jam.