((Not exactly a crack ship but it was requested and I personally love it so... If you are not okay with drunk obnoxious people, don't read))

It was a great party. It really was.
Then why did Russia, Ivan Braginsky, feel like he wasn't part of it?
America invited him, and he came, happy to be a part of it all, and everyone was laughing and talking, but no one was talking to him.
Russia felt left out and confused as he looked around, but covered it up with his usual, ever so sweet and happy look.
Why did people look at him weirdly then?
After thirty minutes, Russia tried to get into a conversation but, in this case, Japan, awkwardly got out of it, saying something about having to go to the bathroom.
Ivan was about to go but then a chirpy voice called out "Ay Russia! How's it going bro?".
Thank god someone was trying, even if it was America.

"Priviet Al. It's going good I guess. You tell me how you are too, da?" Russia said, shooting a warm smile to the American who appeared in front of him.

"Mehhh. This party is really boring to me... Want something to drink?" Alfred offered and Russia nodded. When did he not want something to drink?

America grinned and gestured Ivan to follow him into the kitchen, where only a few people were. Ivan felt a lot better now, no longer alone.

The two sat down at the table. "I'll get you some wine." America said jokingly as he poured four shots of vodka, putting them in the middle of the table, then just put the bottle there too, knowing Russia would probably just take it.

Russia laughed lightly and when he saw Alfred pour a glass of whiskey he commented "I thought you weren't old enough to drink yet Amerika.".

"I'm not, but it's my party and I've drunken a lot before, so as a hero, I'll do whatever the fuck I want." America said brightly as he took a sip.

The pair talked and drank, glass after glass, or in Russia's case, bottle after bottle.

Ivan didn't feel drunk at all, in fact, he felt great now, Alfred on the other hand....

"Heeeeey, you know what isn't o-okay?" The blond slurred out, as Russia looked at him and shrugged.

"T-That everyt-time I do a party, you usually don't come." Alfred finished, taking another sip of whiskey.

Russia looked at America in confusion "That's because you don't invite me.".

"I thought y-you already knew you could come even without a invite. A-Aren't weeee friends bro?".

"Um... Da?".

"Yaaaaay!" America said as he stood up then hugged Russia, clinging on a little.

Russia giggled and hugged back "Amerika. You're drunk.".

"Hell yes I am." America said as he hugged Russia tighter, getting tired so he just fell asleep right then.

On Russia.

While he was sitting.

Russia fell off the chair with America on top of him, still sleeping even after they landed. Ivan laughed and carefully got Alfred off of him, then picked up the sleepy blond and put him in his own bed.

Ivan had to say that was his favorite party.

((Short and sweet I know.))