So, the outside of America's house was nothing in comparison to what you saw and heard... And smelled, inside. The music was decent and fitting for a dance party and the snacks and drinks looked good too. You tried your best to stay close to your friends, specifically Iceland and Norway for... reasons. The story will explain later.
Excitement suddenly rose inside you as you turned to the Nordics and decided to say hello and talk to other countries that may be there. Saying a quick, 'see you guys around' you left them and maneuvered yourself through the slightly crowed living room. You saw a few familiar faces every now and then and stopped by to chat.
After about a half hour your throat grew dry, begging for a drink. Walking over to the snack table, Denmark suddenly popped up in front of you, making you flinch. Denmark laughed at your startled state and pushed a cup into your hands. You looked down to smell the strong sent of a seriously alcoholic drink -it must have been someone's mix creation-.
Dry in the mouth, you took the drink from Denmark and gave him an excited smile. Taking a quick gulp to quench your dying thirst, the strong taste of alcohol bitterly, yet satisfyingly, ran hot down your throat. You gave Denmark one last smile before he could lure you into a long conversation about himself, and turned to walk around the party once more. Mingling sounded... Kind of fun by now, and you wouldn't mind meeting some new countries.
Every now and then a cute guy would come up to you and try to flirt with you, but you, as nicely as you could, turned them down. To be honest, you only liked two guys at the time. And sadly, they were two of your closest friends; Iceland and Norway.
You don't know how you'd manage to grasp HUGE crushes on two almost completely different guys; Norway being so monotone and mysterious, and Iceland having a childish personality while being totally serious. And your frustrated mind couldn't choose between them. The situation made the whole, 'all six of us are so good friends that were now living together in the same house' thing kind of awkward.
You being the only girl as well as only being seen as one of their territories were the main reason why they're not called the Nordic Six; plus, it sounds odd.
Anyway, back at the party, something wrong came to mind. You finally noticed your mind slowly began to feel light and fuzzy, and your eyes suddenly began to sting. You passed it off as too much alcohol, and set your cup on a glass table, leaving it to wander the party once more.
The light feeling that made your head feel hollow just wouldn't shove off, though. It began to be more than uncomfortable as the music suddenly became louder and the world in front of you seemed to fall down a tunnel. Every step you took to shake off the feeling made your feet feel heavier and heavier, until you had to lean against a counter in the kitchen to keep yourself from falling.
Your breath came in ragged panic as you knew something was wrong. 'Was I drugged? Am I sick???' You thought 'What's happening to me...? I need to find the Nordics!'
You looked through the doorway that lead to America's large living room to spot Norway and Iceland, along with the other Nordics and a few others, somehow chatting over the loud music. Norway turned around for a moment to look into the kitchen only to see you against the counters. You noticed him and gave him a weak smile and you swore he grinned back for a split second, making your heart beat quicken. Norway turned back to the conversation before you could call out to him.
You pulled your hands from where they strained to keep you up and attempted to push your feet forward. But the only movement you were able to accomplish was sliding down to the tile floor. With your back pressed against the cabinets behind you and your knees to your chest, your lungs began to feel tight and cold. Your face felt hot as you could sense a dark blush fill your cheeks. The tunnel your mind was in started to grow dark as panic filled your chest.
As your vision began to blur into one dark color, you were able to take in a last glimpse of your surroundings. In the corner of your eye you were able to see Iceland in the doorway as he turned back to look at you.
His sudden shocked change of expression and worry-full eyes made your throat tighten. The last thing you remember was the frantic shout of your name and the sight of Norway and the other Nordics turning to you as you hit the floor and your mind slipped into unconsciousness.