You shuddered. What was with this thrown together and terribly boring sounding game? It was obvious the American and many others in the room were drunk. It was his birthday, but still. Why the hell did you even come to this party? You sighed, glancing over at your given partner; a very pissed off Romano, who was rosy-cheeked himself.
That was why.
When you had heard that the Italian was coming, you had to restrain yourself from jumping out of your seat and running to America's place.
But you didn't. You arrived late, as you always do, to a room of men knocking back booze like there was no tomorrow. You had stayed with the girls, just to be safe.
Then America approached with a hat full of items, and you all thou