We all know Canada (sorta). America's shy maybe older, maybe younger, possibly twin, brother. Canada is shy, so he isn't noticed much, except when Cuba mistakes him for America.

But Canada is attending World University with Alfred, too. And tonight was a heavy homework night.

Canada was writing down his last math problem when America yawned and stetched.

"Saturday night, and we're doing homeowrk." America said. "What a waste of a Saturday." He glanced at Canada and smiled.

"Hey, Matt, I know a good club." Canada flinched at his words.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, we're both of drinking age, let's go!" And before Canada could protest that they weren't, both of them were out the door and down the street.

"You know," America said, "I've never seen you wasted, I wonder what it looks like. Be careful, you look like a light drinker to me."

The club was bustling with people, while America was dancing in the middle of the room, others cheering him on, Canada sat at the bar.

The bar tender slammed a drink in front of him. Canada frowned. He didn't recognize it.

"What's this?" He asked. "I didn't order anything."

"Courtesy of him." The gruff bartender said, flicking his head toward a man who looked suspiciously like France who in turn winked at Canada. Canada shivered and turned to the drink. He turned to his polar bear.

"Wouldn't hurt to try, right?" He asked.

"Who are you?"

And Canada downed the short but stout glass in one gulp, wiping his mouth. "I think I'll have another."

While America was partying out in the room, he decided to check up on Canada. He pushed through the crowd, and towards the bar. He found Canada and sat next to him.

"Whoa! Canada, too much to drink?"

"Shudda up," he hiccuped. "I feel great!" He said. The bartender slid him another shot and Canada downed it.

"Waiter!" America called, and soon a glass slide towards him, too.

By America's 6th drink, Canada was wasted.

"I-I-I hate you, you know?" Canada said. America laughed. "B-b-but I also like you. . ."

"Careful buddy," America warned. Canada stood up. He put his polar bear on America's lap and took his shirt off.

America was confused. "What'da you doin'?" He asked. He was slightly tipsy, but he could sorta grasp the situation.

"I need to dance!" Canada yelled.

He moved to the center of the dancing mob. "Everybody back the hell up! I'm gonna dance!" For some reason, people noticed Canada, and did as he said. Around the World by Daft Punk came on and Canada started swaying.

And before he knew it people were cheering him on as he danced.

"Whoa!" America yelled. "You show him, Matt!"

When Canada woke up the next morning, he felt like he had be run over by a steam roller. "The light!" He hissed.

"Hey, buddy." America said. "Here, take this." He handed Canada a drink of water and some pills.

"You got some moves, I'll say that. I know an even better club, next Saturday, we're hittin' it." Canada groaned under the covers.

"What year is it?"

"Still 2015, buddy, but it's 6:00pm."

"WHAT?" He yelled, sitting up. He winced. "Sunday?" America nodded.

"Good luck with your homework, dude, can't wait till next time."

Canada almost started weeping quietly under the covers. Instead, he did it loudly.

"I don't know man," America said. "You gotta learn to control your liquor. Otherwise, it could have been worse."

"How on Earth could it have been worse?"

"France was there, too."

Welcome to World University, where countries all over the world attend to get the finest education. Near this school, are some pretty awesome clubs, where even shy people like Canada can let loose, and enjoy. Just beware France...