"Hey, Prussia! I bet I'm an awesomer drinker than you!"

"You're on, un-awesome viking!"

That bet... That damned bet was the beginning of all of Denmark's problems. If he had never joined Prussia in a drinking contest, he never would've gotten drunk. And if he had never gotten drunk, then he wouldn't find himself trying to sneak out of Norway's bedroom as discreetly as possible.

Denmark felt the need to groan extremely loudly as he found that his clothing was strewn all around Norway's room, but refrained from doing so out of fear of waking the slightly shorter man up. As quietly as he could, Denmark got up from the bed, but gasped in shock at the pain that shot up his back.

His eyes widened at what this meant and tears began to build. "No way..." He gasped, his right hand moving to rub at his sore backside. "How much did I drink yesterday?"

He somehow managed to limp his way around the room to fetch all of his clothing, and without even bothering to shower, he dressed as quickly as his pain would allow.

After getting dressed in his red dress shirt, black slacks, and shoes, Denmark threw his tie over his neck without even bothering to tie it. Then, with tears brimming in his eyes, he limped out of the room as quietly as he could.

The walk of shame to his house was excruciatingly painful. He didn't have crazy nights of sex often- not after his wild viking days- and he certainly never bottomed whenever he caved to his needs. Not once had he been taken by another man...

One loose tear fell from Denmark's eyes and he quickly scrubbed at his cheek, glaring darkly at the smooth pavement below him.

Just what had he been thinking while he was drunk? Had he been thinking at all? ... Nah! That wasn't like him at all! And, if he remembered correctly, Prussia had brought England along for their drinking contest, which meant the three most dangerous nations when drunk were together to do something pretty stupid.

Just as Denmark groaned into his hands, he felt his phone start vibrating in his pants pocket. He jumped slightly at the sudden movement, but still grabbed his phone and answered the call.

"Hello? Who's this?"

There was silence on the other side for a second or two, then Denmark hissed when Prussia screamed in his ear, "Denmark-O! Where did you disappear to yesterday night?!"

Denmark groaned in pain at Prussia's loud tone, which was not helping his hangover at all, then growled his answer, "Where the hell were you, Prussia?"

Again there was silence from the other line, then Prussia belched loudly, "Damn, North! You missed one crazy night yesterday! Iggy and I both passed out after our twentieth or thirtieth beer, only to wake up in bed with two extremely hot chicks! Apparently they were Roderich and Francis! Who knew Iggy's magic actually worked?"

Denmark cursed silently as his head rang even more painfully than before, Prussia's yells not helping his mood as he made his way back to his home.

"We all know it works, Prussia. Both you and I have been turned into women countless times..." Denmark breathed in slightly as he finally saw his home. "Look, I have to get off the phone. I need to bathe."

"Oh ho ho! Did someone have a crazy, wild, hot night of incredibly AWESOME S-"

Denmark ended the call before Prussia could finish his sentence, completely not in the mood to even think about what had happened to him. So, stuffing his phone in slack's pockets, Denmark limped as fast as he could to his home and locked himself inside, shutting himself away from the world for quite some time.

"North, you un-awesome bastard! Open the damn door and let me in! I am freezing!" Prussia screamed and banged the door to Denmark's home, glaring at the annoying flag painted on it.

"Maybe you should give him some space, Gilbert." England sighed as he stood behind the Prussian, arms crossed and head throbbing slightly in annoyance.

"No way, Iggy! The bastard's been hiding from us for three whole weeks! He even missed a fucking World Meeting!" Prussia growled at him, then proceeded to bang on the door once more.

England sighed at his friend's insistence, then looked up in shock when the door's lock was unlatched. Prussia's hand fell from the door and he stared at it in shock, completely curious as to what they would find behind the door. Slowly the brightly painted door opened to reveal a scowling Denmark who only wore a large red shirt and baggy pajama pants.

"What the hell, Prussia?" The Dane hissed, glaring at the albino darkly. "What are you doing here?"

Prussia blinked at his friend, shocked at what he saw. Denmark's blonde hair was not sticking up like always, but instead fell all over his head, somewhat obstructing his eyes. Not only that, but he was pale. Paler than he should be. And his blue eyes... Seemed dull.

"We were worried about you, Denmark." England stepped forward when he noticed Prussia was not going to speak, too busy looking Denmark over. "You didn't go to the World Meeting."

Denmark hissed slightly, "I called in sick. Didn't Germany tell you?"

England frowned as he turned to Prussia, who chuckled a bit nervously now. "He he... No?"

Both England and Denmark glared at the albino, but Denmark's face shifted from one of anger into one of urgency in less than a second.

"Denmark? Matthias? What's wrong?" Prussia asked as he noticed the man's change, only to gasp in shock when Denmark took off running.

England and Prussia looked at each other for a second before they both set off to run after the Dane, shocked to find him enter the bathroom and empty his stomach's content into the toilet. Prussia was shocked and disgusted at the sight before him, but England quickly ran to comfort Denmark.

He rubbed at the blonde's back as he leaned against the toilet, murmuring soft words to soothe the Dane. It took a few minutes before Denmark was done, but once he was he finally allowed Prussia and England to see the tears streaming down his face.

"What's wrong with me?"

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