The waitress stood there in the cleared out and empty bar. No one was around due to the place being booked for the night by a man named, "Francis Bonnefoy" who as of seven-forty five, was fifteen minutes late. With a sigh, she began to wipe down the bar top when not thirty seconds after, a loud commotion came from outside of the bar doors.

Just then the door burst open to reveal Gilbert and Alfred, both being loud and rather obnoxious.

"All drinks are on Franny," the albino yelled as he rushed to the bar top.

"We are going to get WASTED!" The American yelled and ran for the dance floor.

As the Waitress watched the two, half stunned, another man approached her. "Excusé moi?" The woman looked up and half gasped at the handsome man in front of her. "We are the Francis Bonnefoy party," he said charmingly. "And if anyone else comes tonight, they are with us as well."

The woman blinked. "R-right, and how many are you now?" Francis turned around and began to count those who were there. "We are currently a party of eleven, Mademoiselle."

OwO

Matthew walked in shortly afterwards and was instantly pulled over to the bar by an over excited Prussian and American.

"Hey! You can't bring kids in here!" Yelled the waitress as the two froze in their tracks and Matthew sighed. "There's no avoiding it I guess."

It wasn't that Matthew didn't have an I.D; it was whether or not this woman was going to buy it. "Here you go ma'am," he said as he passed it to her.

Suddenly Gilbert threw his arms around him from behind and rested his head on Matthew's. "Are you going to stay this size forever," He asked under his breath. "I mean, you are the perfect height for me to lean on and all, but Russia has been eyeing you like a hungry hawk for a while now."

Before he could answer, Ivan came up behind the two of them and did the same as Gilbert, but on the Prussian, making him shiver. "I will admit, he is cuter then even Latvia right now, but if I wanted someone to lean on, you happen to be the perfect height for me Prussia." Ivan then flexed his hands where they rested on Gilbert's shoulders and the albino gave a shriek as he ran and hid beside Ludwig and Alfred.

"What's wrong? I was just going to give him a shoulder massage and then he makes the screaming noise," the two cold, northern nations looked at each other and snickered.

"Kid, do you really think I just fell off the turnip truck?" Matthew looked back to the waitress, who was holding his I.D and did not look amused. "This says you're nineteen and you don't look a day older then fourteen or fifteen."

Matthew began rummaging around in his pocket for a slip of paper. "Why don't you go home and get rid of that fake I.D? You could get in trouble making stuff like that you know." He sighed, but he was already prepared for the words. This wasn't exactly the first time he looked underage at a bar in his life.

"Here," he said as he passed her a phone number. "Call that number and they can verify my age for you." The woman rolled her eyes and walked towards the phone hung up behind the counter.

Everyone in the bar was quite for they all knew what was coming; they had all done the same thing at one point in time. "Hello? Who is this," the waitress asked. "Wait... What do you mean you're the Governor General?! Is this some prank?!... I'm sorry... Yes well-... Yeah, it's about a kid who says you can verify his age sir... Yes, I believe his name is Matthew Williams... Alright..." And with that the waitress awkwardly hung up and looked around the room at the eyes on her. "According to the Governor General of Canada, he is nineteen..."

The room erupted into laughs and chatter as the party came back to life. Matthew laughed with them all and sat down at the bar next to Lovino. "Fuck that never gets old," the Italian muttered and slapped his hand onto Matthew's shoulder.

The woman walked over and glared at him, as she handed back his information. "I still don't believe that was the real Governor General," she said obviously aggravated.

Matthew just raised his eyebrow and smirked. "Would you like to ask the Prime Minister about my age next? Or can I have a drink of Molson Canadian?" The waitress looked at a loss of words and just stalked off towards the taps.

"About that," Gilbert perked up as he sat down next to him. "How does this new body of yours handle liquor," he asked cheekily. "About time we broke in that new liver huh?" With a wave of his hand everyone in the bar, with the exception of Antonio and Feliciano, were sitting at the bar top.

"Time for the drink off, da?" Russian sent a wink down the line.

"Totally dude! No way I'm passing out as easily as last time," Alfred bragged.

Not thirty seconds later there was a line of small cups in front of all of them, and for some reason in front of Arthur as well despite him already being hammered after one beer. They would play by the traditional nation rules. Ten shots, five beers, and then the hardest the establishment had until there was only one left able to count to four in one language. If you started in one and flipped to another or if you couldn't get the numbers out clear enough for anyone to understand, you were out.

"Alright, you all know the rules," Ludwig directed. "And..."

"One, two, three, four," everyone shouted in unison and right after downed the shot. Then they all grabbed the next one. "One, two, three, four," and down it went.

Arthur was the first one down as somehow eight ended up between two and three. Then China as he switched at two.

Then they moved onto the beers and two in, Lovino and Liz were disqualified for arguing and couldn't focus on the contest as a rainbow of multi-language curses were thrown across the bar top. Alfred was after them as he fell off his chair as he tried to swig back the last beer and was escorted by Spain to the bathroom to get cleaned up a bit.

It was down to Natalia, Gilbert, Matthew, Ivan, Ludwig, Francis and Katyusha as Francis requested a surprise round where the waitress picked one drink to serve. When she came out with a bottle of wine, the two German brothers showed worry, and not halfway through the glass, both they and Francis were out as every second word out of Ludwig was German. Francis dropped out saying that his work was complete and Gil insisted that the albino on the other side of the bar was looking at him in an "un-awesomely weird" way, only for him to be looking at his reflection in the large mirror behind the shelves of liquor.

Natalia was next after the first of the sudden death round. When her head hit the table, they knew she was out for the night and after the next drink Katyusha, drunkenly feeling bad for her sister, dropped out to get Natalia back to the hotel. Luckily Antonio, who had thankfully stayed sober, called them a cab. Now it was down to Matthew and Ivan, and the two were both looking pretty hammered. Everyone sober or anything close to, could feel the cold air coming off the two of them as they glared at each other. The round had just started when out of nowhere, Arthur landed on top of the bar top.

"You idiot of a bastard! Who said you could throw me," he slurred out in what sounded like he had gone into a cockney accent.

"Come on dude," America held his hand out to Lovino. "You owe me twenty for getting him past that table and an extra five for getting him past the other."

That was when all hell broke loose. "Fuck that shit you damned fat ass. I don't pay a fucking dime to any fucker." Spain had just walked back in and as he heard the words that came out of Lovino's mouth, he sighed. "Oh Crap. He's gone into mafia mode," he said flatly as he put his fingers in his ears.

BANG! A bullet fired out from a pistol Lovino had somehow acquired and flew passed the drunken American and shattered the glass in the drunken Prussian's hand.

"SHIßE! YOU FUCKER! I WAS DRINKING THAT BEER!"

Before they knew it the place was in an all-out fight between the drunk. Not fifteen minutes into it, the place lit up with red and blue and then everyone was pulled apart by the cops, Ludwig and Francis.

Matthew was staggering out with Alfred and Gilbert on both sides of him and the cop saw him. "Hey! What's a kid doing in here?!" The cop grabbed Matthew and got a good look at him, not realizing that the Canadian personification was actually growling but before they got in real trouble, Gilbert become sober enough to pull out his wallet.

"Ehhhh, don't worry about it buddy." The red faced albino put his arm on the cop's shoulder, pulled out a fifty dollar Canadian bill and slipped the red slip into the officer's breast pocket.

The cop looked at him in shock. "Sir, I am an officer of the law and I do NOT take bri-" he was cut off by Gilbert putting his finger to the other man's lips.

"Shh shh shhh shush shoosh." He pulled out two red bills and put them in the same breast pocket. "Don' wrry about iiit." The cop kept trying to protest, but failed every time as Gilbert emptied his wallet bill by bill into the officer's breast pockets.

-OwO-

Matthew woke up the next morning and all he could feel was his head about to split in two again. "Owww," he hissed. "I thought I had all of my memories," he lazily complained. He tried to get out of bed, but ended up falling off it instead. As he tried to stand up off of the hotel room floor, the room began to twist and he could feel his stomach make a low rumble that went up his throat. Before he could even remember where the bathroom was, he was in it and over the toilet unloading his stomach. "Not memories...," he gasped. "Hangove- urp!"

When his stomach finally calmed down, Matthew opened the door to be greeted by Alfred still out like a light on the bed and Gilbert holding the trashcan. "We have to stop meeting like this," the albino muttered as he spat into the can. Gilbert saw Matthew and gave him a sympathetic look. "Uh... Not an awesome morning for you either?" Matthew glared but couldn't say anything before they heard Alfred stir. "Last night must have rocked...If I feel this terrible, dude."

"Whose room are we in," Matthew asked as he rubbed his temples and sat down. Alfred raised his hand slightly and left the other one across his eyes. "Mine. I was the first to find my room key."

With a finally spit, Gil got up and made for the door. "We better get going," he sighed as he reached for his wallet. "We all missed our flights by the way and," he paused and opening the back pouch of his wallet wider. "Where the hell did all my money go?!"

OwO

"Ready to head home Kumaji-," Mathew paused as he tried to remember the bear's name. "Ko?"

"Close enough," Kumajiro sighed as he hopped down from the bed. It was already four in the afternoon, and Matthew had luckily called and got another flight booked for that evening. He would have been ready earlier if it hadn't taken him so long to clean the taste of barf out of his mouth and for him to least attempt to clean some of it out of the bathroom, rather than leaving it for the housekeeping to deal with it. Alfred and Gilbert had left sometime while he was showering, but promised to meet him in the lobby. "Well," Matthew sighed as he picked up Kumajiro and his bag. "Let's head home, eh?"

As he walked into lobby he saw Alfred, Gilbert, Arthur and Francis waiting for him and walked over. "Mattie," Alfred cried and hugged his brother hard. "Please don't tell me you're going straight home! You promised to go to my house again!"

"Come on Al," Matthew choked out. "I have four years' worth of house work and regular work to catch up on. I have to go home for a bit."

"Nope! I'm kidnapping you. You don't get a choice!"

Matthew lifted one of his hands and before they knew it, both of them were covered in water. "Crap. I used too much," Matthew pouted.

"Dude! No fair using magic bro," Alfred gasped out as he tried to flick water off himself.

"Awesome," Gilbert simply said as he fist bumped Francis.

"Oui."

After goodbyes were said, and all of them took turns hugging Matthew for hours and hours on end, he began to take his leave, but not before Arthur caught up with him.

"Matthew!" Matthew turned and saw the Brit running up to him.

"What's up?" He asked.

"I want to tell you something. It's about your magic," Arthur said seriously. "If you'll allow it, I think it best that I teach you how to use it, I mean... If you'll even have me as a teacher again, after what happened last time."

Matthew smiled. "Of course I would." Arthur looked at him, and before he could stammer out anything stupid Matthew continued. "I mean, if I'm going to soak Alfred next time, I need to learn how to do it without getting myself as well."

Arthur smiled as well. "Mm. Well put lad. When shall I schedule your first lesson then?"

"Well," Matthew sighed. "Al wants me to go to his house next week for three days and before that Francis wants he to go to his house for two, so how about we plan for another three this weekend before that and another three after my visit with the other two?"

Arthur chuckled, but nodded. "Sounds like a plan. I'll be sure to buy aspirin this time." They both laughed as Matthew's ride pulled.

"I'll see you soon," Matthew promised as he got in the car.

"I know you will, lad," Arthur sighed. "This time, there will be no secrets either."

Matthew smiled and in his old, quite voice he said, "Thank you."

UwU

A/N: And so the story ends in the new year. Thank you all SO much for sticking with me until the end and I hope you all enjoyed these feels made by a fan for the fans. I hope this story will go on in completion and others will come around and enjoy it as all of you have.

In other news, my new hiatus story White is up next for all who have been anticipating it and I think I also might try something else as well. What do the fans want? I want to hear all of your story ideas and in my free time after finals, I think a few one-shots are over due. PM me your ideas and I will consider them and maybe try them myself. All I know is, the end of this story is not the end of the road for me and much more is to come.

Thank you to my editor, my friends, my editor and all of you!... and my editor.

Now. To make up for the wait for this chapter, I've decided to handle this like a Hetalian. You will all find one bucket of acorns under your seats for the purpose of throwing at me.

*Raises shield.

Acorns ready? I"ll see you all again soon! FIRE!