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"Dude, here's your invitation!" a red envelope falls onto the desk in front of you. You look up to see Alfred, the star quarterback of your school's football team. He's grinning and holding up more invitations.

"Uh... Thanks?" his grin falls to a light smile as he looks at you.

"I just thought that since you were new and all, you'd like to meet some people. Get a little taste of life."

"I have a life, thank you very much." you mumble, a little flustered. He laughs.

"I mean a new one! You can't live, like, a million miles away with your old life! You live here now, with a new, totally cool life! Cuz I'm gonna be your new best friend!"

"What?!" he laughs and turns away.

"You heard me! See you at the party!" he hurries off laughing. You look up at the ceiling a little angrily.

"I didn't ask for this..."

~Time skip~

Sighing, you look at the invitation, then back at the house. It's the right address. Sadly. The outside is as bright as the sun. Every inch of the house is covered in Christmas lights. They're set up with a song, but (thank god) your phone doesn't have a radio app and you don't carry a pocket-sized one around, so you don't know what song it is. Unfortunately, the house is also making a great bit of noise. Muffled loud music is practically making the ground shake. A few voices are coming from the backyard, loudly laughing or other various sounds.

You take a deep breath and walk up to the door, noticing a sign.

Don't even try knocking, bro! Can't hear ya! Just come in!

Reluctantly, you push open the door. The house is packed. The music is even louder than you thought.

"I guess this is what a 'party' is supposed to be like, anyway.." you mumble, closing the door and looking around. Beginning to walk around the house, you get a little nervous. You don't know anyone here. Why did you even bother coming? Shaking your head, you turn around, trying to head back out. Someone knocks into you and you fall back, someone catching you from behind.

"Haha, another drunk, Mathieu?" a French voice teases above you.

"Mm, I'm not sure, Francis, but he's cute..." a smooth voice speaks softly. You look up and see a blonde with slight stubble smiling down at you. Looking in front of you, there's another blonde who, you can't help but think, has a really great body. Though, he is dressed like a slutty elf.

"I am not drunk!" you say, shoving yourself up and away from the two blondes. The smaller one giggles and holds out his hand.

"I'm Matthew, preferably Mattie, Williams. You must be the new boy in Al's class. I'm his brother." you shake his hand and nod.

"Yeah.. Nice to meet you." the French boy takes your hand and kisses your knuckles, winking at you. You blush, but hold his gaze.

"I'm Francis Bonnefoy. Mathieu's cousin. Wonderful to meet you."

"N-Nice to meet you as well. U-Uh, I have to go.." you gesture in a random direction and quickly head off before they can stop you. You come into a kitchen. No one's in here, but there's food and a couple kegs in the corner. By the status of the kitchen, you assume they are already empty. You didn't really want to drink anyway. You grab a plastic cup off the kitchen island and fill it with tap water, though. Maybe you could stick around until you at least finish it. You wander out into the backyard where a few people, mostly drunk girls, have stripped down to their underwear and are swimming in the pool. Admittedly, you were never good with girls. You dated one in seventh grade, but she broke up with you because your best friend had her favorite color of hair. Somehow, you still hold him against it. Sighing, you decide to just find a quiet place to sit and turn around, only to be knocked over by two loud people.

"Ah, hey, what are you doing?! The awesomeness of myself is too much for flakes like you! Now, apologize for being in my way!" you look up at an albino boy, smirking and wearing boxers with the Prussian crest on them. They must be custom made. Either way, this guy annoys you. He ran into you, he should be sorry!

"Now, now, Gilbert, mi amigo, let's not be an gilipollas all night." a tan guy says. He kind of fits the description of a Spaniard. He smiles and holds his hand out to you. You take it and he pulls you up. "Sorry, hombre. My name's Antonio Carriedo. This is Gilbert Beilschmidt. You're the newbie, right?" you nod and vaguely remember these two always being around the French kid from earlier during homeroom. The Spaniard smiles and nods. "Great! Are you having a good time? It really is nice living in California. The weather's not always cold or bad during the winter." the albino sighed frustratedly.

"Antonio, come on! Why are you wasting your time on such an unawesome jerk?" you really think this guy is annoying.

"Jerk?! You're the one who ran into me and demanded that I apologize! You're the jerk!" his red eyes focus on you and anger overcomes his face.

"Oh really? Well, why don't we settle this like real men?" he shoves you back. You frown and push him back. He raises a fist and you think for a brief moment:

I really did NOT ask for this!

You flinch and wait for his fist to make contact, but it never does. You look up to see a tall light-blonde haired guy holding the albino's arm.

"Bruder, stop this! Why do you insist in turning everything into a fight?" he has a strong German accent, and is apparently Gilbert's brother.

"That's Ludwig." Antonio tells you. You nod and notice a little Italian worrying behind him.

"Ve~ Your brother is right! You don't need to cause trouble for others!" he smiles at you and hurries up to hug you. "You're new, ve~ Welcome! I'm Feliciano Vargas!"

"Hey, get your hands off my brother!" a boy resembling Feliciano yanks him away from you and glares.

"Romano, I was welcoming him, ve~" Feliciano explains, smiling still. "He's the new boy!"

"I don't care. We're leaving, this party sucks anyway."

"Lovino! Hey, I've been looking for you!" Romano tenses as Antonio exclaims, walking to him. Romano suddenly turns and dashes off and you realize everyone else had dispersed quietly as well. How did that happen? You also notice that the party has thinned down quite a bit and check the time.

Wow! Already nearly midnight!

"Hey! Dude, I've totally been waiting for you to show up!" oddly, you feel relieved at hearing Alfred's voice and turn to look at him. He's coming towards you with his arm around a boy with large eyebrows. "This is my new friend, Artie." the boy scowls at Al and smiles at you, holding out his hand.

"I'm Arthur Kirkland. Pleasure to meet you." you shake it, smiling at his British accent and introducing yourself as well.

"The numbers have finally died down, so we're starting the real party downstairs. You're staying the night, right?"

"Well-"

"Great! Come with us!" the noisy boy puts his other arm around you and leads you back to the house.

~Time skip~

The basement contains you, Gilbert, Antonio, Francis, Matthew, Alfred, Arthur, and a baby polar bear and bird sleeping in the corner. The six of you are sitting in the center of the room, playing a mixture of spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven. Basically, someone spins the bottle and goes into a closet with them for seven minutes exactly. So far, you had gone into the closet with Francis and Arthur. You and Arthur had sat and talked while Francis had been all over you and you were almost certain someone extended your time. Honestly, you'd been playing for about an hour and you just never got picked. It was odd, but you shrugged it off. You felt like a lot of these people already had a relationship somewhere anyway. The game continues without much event. You ended up in the closet with Al. He politely explained his relationship with Arthur, though, then you had to pinky swear that you and Arthur hadn't done anything in the closet. When you had come out of the closet, only Arthur and Matthew were around.

"Where did everyone else go?" you ask out loud. Mattie smiles.

"The same place as Al and Arthur." you notice the two blondes walking into an extra room. "To get some privacy." the boy stands and walks over to you, smirking lightly. You blush and hesitantly take a step back. The boy walks right up to you and speaks softly. "And would you look at that.. You're under the mistletoe.." you look up and notice he's right.

You end the night making out with Mattie.

(You got the good ending!)

((... Lol like you had a choice in what ending you would get.))

Description
"Dude, here's your invitation!" a red envelope falls onto the desk in front of you. You look up to see Alfred, the star quarterback of your school's football team. He's grinning and holding up more invitations.

"Uh... Thanks?" his grin falls to a light smile as he looks at you.

"I just thought that since you were new and all, you'd like to meet some people. Get a little taste of life."

"I have a life, thank you very much." you mumble, a little flustered. He laughs.

"I mean a new one! You can't live, like, a million miles away with your old life! You live here now, with a new, totally cool life! Cuz I'm gonna be your new best friend!"

"What?!" he laughs and turns away.

"You heard me! See you at the party!" he hurries off laughing. You look up at the ceiling a little angrily.

"I didn't ask for this..."

~Time skip~

Sighing, you look at the invitation, then back at the house. It's the right address. Sadly. The outside is as bright as the sun. Every inch of the house is covered in Christmas lights. They're set up with a song, but (thank god) your phone doesn't have a radio app and you don't carry a pocket-sized one around, so you don't know what song it is. Unfortunately, the house is also making a great bit of noise. Muffled loud music is practically making the ground shake. A few voices are coming from the backyard, loudly laughing or other various sounds.

You take a deep breath and walk up to the door, noticing a sign.

Don't even try knocking, bro! Can't hear ya! Just come in!

Reluctantly, you push open the door. The house is packed. The music is even louder than you thought.

"I guess this is what a 'party' is supposed to be like, anyway.." you mumble, closing the door and looking around. Beginning to walk around the house, you get a little nervous. You don't know anyone here. Why did you even bother coming? Shaking your head, you turn around, trying to head back out. Someone knocks into you and you fall back, someone catching you from behind.

"Haha, another drunk, Mathieu?" a French voice teases above you.

"Mm, I'm not sure, Francis, but he's cute..." a smooth voice speaks softly. You look up and see a blonde with slight stubble smiling down at you. Looking in front of you, there's another blonde who, you can't help but think, has a really great body. Though, he is dressed like a slutty elf.

"I am not drunk!" you say, shoving yourself up and away from the two blondes. The smaller one giggles and holds out his hand.

"I'm Matthew, preferably Mattie, Williams. You must be the new boy in Al's class. I'm his brother." you shake his hand and nod.

"Yeah.. Nice to meet you." the French boy takes your hand and kisses your knuckles, winking at you. You blush, but hold his gaze.

"I'm Francis Bonnefoy. Mathieu's cousin. Wonderful to meet you."

"N-Nice to meet you as well. U-Uh, I have to go.." you gesture in a random direction and quickly head off before they can stop you. You come into a kitchen. No one's in here, but there's food and a couple kegs in the corner. By the status of the kitchen, you assume they are already empty. You didn't really want to drink anyway. You grab a plastic cup off the kitchen island and fill it with tap water, though. Maybe you could stick around until you at least finish it. You wander out into the backyard where a few people, mostly drunk girls, have stripped down to their underwear and are swimming in the pool. Admittedly, you were never good with girls. You dated one in seventh grade, but she broke up with you because your best friend had her favorite color of hair. Somehow, you still hold him against it. Sighing, you decide to just find a quiet place to sit and turn around, only to be knocked over by two loud people.

"Ah, hey, what are you doing?! The awesomeness of myself is too much for flakes like you! Now, apologize for being in my way!" you look up at an albino boy, smirking and wearing boxers with the Prussian crest on them. They must be custom made. Either way, this guy annoys you. He ran into you, he should be sorry!

"Now, now, Gilbert, mi amigo, let's not be an gilipollas all night." a tan guy says. He kind of fits the description of a Spaniard. He smiles and holds his hand out to you. You take it and he pulls you up. "Sorry, hombre. My name's Antonio Carriedo. This is Gilbert Beilschmidt. You're the newbie, right?" you nod and vaguely remember these two always being around the French kid from earlier during homeroom. The Spaniard smiles and nods. "Great! Are you having a good time? It really is nice living in California. The weather's not always cold or bad during the winter." the albino sighed frustratedly.

"Antonio, come on! Why are you wasting your time on such an unawesome jerk?" you really think this guy is annoying.

"Jerk?! You're the one who ran into me and demanded that I apologize! You're the jerk!" his red eyes focus on you and anger overcomes his face.

"Oh really? Well, why don't we settle this like real men?" he shoves you back. You frown and push him back. He raises a fist and you think for a brief moment:

I really did NOT ask for this!

You flinch and wait for his fist to make contact, but it never does. You look up to see a tall light-blonde haired guy holding the albino's arm.

"Bruder, stop this! Why do you insist in turning everything into a fight?" he has a strong German accent, and is apparently Gilbert's brother.

"That's Ludwig." Antonio tells you. You nod and notice a little Italian worrying behind him.

"Ve~ Your brother is right! You don't need to cause trouble for others!" he smiles at you and hurries up to hug you. "You're new, ve~ Welcome! I'm Feliciano Vargas!"

"Hey, get your hands off my brother!" a boy resembling Feliciano yanks him away from you and glares.

"Romano, I was welcoming him, ve~" Feliciano explains, smiling still. "He's the new boy!"

"I don't care. We're leaving, this party sucks anyway."

"Lovino! Hey, I've been looking for you!" Romano tenses as Antonio exclaims, walking to him. Romano suddenly turns and dashes off and you realize everyone else had dispersed quietly as well. How did that happen? You also notice that the party has thinned down quite a bit and check the time.

Wow! Already nearly midnight!

"Hey! Dude, I've totally been waiting for you to show up!" oddly, you feel relieved at hearing Alfred's voice and turn to look at him. He's coming towards you with his arm around a boy with large eyebrows. "This is my new friend, Artie." the boy scowls at Al and smiles at you, holding out his hand.

"I'm Arthur Kirkland. Pleasure to meet you." you shake it, smiling at his British accent and introducing yourself as well.

"The numbers have finally died down, so we're starting the real party downstairs. You're staying the night, right?"

"Well-"

"Great! Come with us!" the noisy boy puts his other arm around you and leads you back to the house.

~Time skip~

The basement contains you, Gilbert, Antonio, Francis, Matthew, Alfred, Arthur, and a baby polar bear and bird sleeping in the corner. The six of you are sitting in the center of the room, playing a mixture of spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven. Basically, someone spins the bottle and goes into a closet with them for seven minutes exactly. So far, you had gone into the closet with Francis and Arthur. You and Arthur had sat and talked while Francis had been all over you and you were almost certain someone extended your time. Honestly, you'd been playing for about an hour and you just never got picked. It was odd, but you shrugged it off. You felt like a lot of these people already had a relationship somewhere anyway. The game continues without much event. You ended up in the closet with Al. He politely explained his relationship with Arthur, though, then you had to pinky swear that you and Arthur hadn't done anything in the closet. When you had come out of the closet, only Arthur and Matthew were around.

"Where did everyone else go?" you ask out loud. Mattie smiles.

"The same place as Al and Arthur." you notice the two blondes walking into an extra room. "To get some privacy." the boy stands and walks over to you, smirking lightly. You blush and hesitantly take a step back. The boy walks right up to you and speaks softly. "And would you look at that.. You're under the mistletoe.." you look up and notice he's right.

You end the night making out with Mattie.

(You got the good ending!)

((... Lol like you had a choice in what ending you would get.))