Evelia and Russia invent the Jell-o shot.. >:33 (Everyone get in here!)

Don't ask how they met.

Evelia opened the fridge and took out a try full of small glasses, each of them filled with bright and colorful gelatin desert. "Hey, Russia! The first batch is done!" she beamed, setting the plate down on the counter. "Do you still have some vodka left?" the country called.

"Da," he responded, setting some bottles of the scrumptious alcoholic beverage onto the counter. He didn't even know how it came to be that he was making creating some sort of new drink-thing with Evelia, the newest country. He did like welcoming new people.. that is, if they weren't afraid of him at first sight.

"Perfect!" she happily clasped two of her hands together. She had tried to do this with a few of her own drinks at home, but nothing ever seemed right... She cracked open a bottle and whisked it in with steaming hot water and wonderful fruity mix. "This is perfect... Thanks for sharing your vodka, by the way." Evelia smiled, poor girl totally unaware of the total demon Russia was, blissfully unaware himself. "You'd like to try the first one, ya?"

Russia grabbed a glass of the jell-o shots he'd poured and sipped it.
The flavour.. it was unlike anything Ivan had ever tasted!
The fruity-wiggling of the jell-o, the sharp yet delectable taste of the vodka.. Oh, so good! He suddenly picked up another glass and gulped it down.
Then another.
And another.
And another.
After pouring and drinking about twenty more shots, a wild, tipsy look filled Mr. Braginski's eyes. The ground beneath him seemed to ripple and sway like waves. His vision was blurred and his body trembled, but despite these symptoms, he felt great. Energy pulsated throughout his body, and his skin felt slightly numb. With sense ebbing away from his mind, he turned his nonchalant gaze to Evelia. "You w-want some?" he asked, his tone wavering. Dumping another glass into his mouth, he tottered around on his feet for a while, before tumbling to the ground, a bout of odd-sounding laughter emitting from him.


OOC: LETS
GET
DRUNK.

The young women watched quietly as the blonde carefully took the first drink, and she could almost swore after he tried the first sip his pupils grew wide... or something like that. It was kinda weird. She watched with modest amusement as he went glass after glass, devouring them. Damn, and he never really seemed to be the character to haste in such a way.
Clearly, it has already hit him hard.
"Uh... Sure!" Laura picked up a glass and dumped the jell-o out and into her hand, moving it around for a bit before taking a bite. "Oh my, god -" she suddenly understood Ivan's urgency. It was amazing! She picked up another and quickly consumed it, a warm and comforting fire was starting to be held in her belly. She was about to reach for another shot before Russia collapsed on the floor. Evelia busted up laughed, covering her mouth as-to-not look so stupid. "Are you okay?!" she managed to get out, starting to reach for him to give him a hand but grabbing another jell-o instead. A few minutes later, more glasses piled up. A harsh blush was on Evelia's face. "Hey- hey - we need to... we need to spread this stuff around... ALL OVER THE WORLD!! This is - - amazing!" she stumbled out, leaning out over the counter... oh wait! Russia was on the floor! heh heh, oh yeah! she tried to give him a hand to help him up.

ooc;;
FUCK YEA! xDD
CHERRY! ICEE!
hehegeddit? a cherry icee? derp.
GET IN HERE NAO!!

Ivan pulled away from Evelia and grabbed the counter. Pulling himself upward, he grabbed the phone. It took him several tries to dial the right number, being drunk, and finally punched it in. It was Canada's number he'd dialed. "Hey, my sub-arctic buddy! Come on over to the Neutral Zone and have so jell-o shots.. Bring your friends!" With that, he hung up, still clinging to the counter. Poofing out of seemingly nowhere was Russia's faucet pipe. Standing upright on wobbling legs, he swung it at Evelia, completely missing due to his impaired vision. He had no clue why.

About 30 minutes later, Scotland bounded into the community center, waving a bottle of Scotch. "Hey, guys!" he said, his excitement thickening his accent. "Good old Canada phoned America, who phoned Britain, who told me that you guys were making some new drink! So, I hauled ass up here. Let's get drunk, yeah!?"

Britain followed Scotland into the house, shaking his head. "No drinks for me. I'm here to watch my brother."

"Oi! It's me that needs to watch you, Artie!" Scotland replied, putting a heavy hand on his little brother's head.

"Don't. Call. Me. Artie."

"Fine." Scotland shrugged, and walked off to find the drinks.

Even though the pipe had gone practically no-where near Evelia, she still found herself stumbling out of the way. "Heeeeeyyy~ That wasn't very nice." she almost whined. Because the last time she checked, metal pipes hurted when they were swung at you... right? Oh well. Another shot! Yay! :D
"Who are you?" she looked at Scotland, then at the bottle in his hand. Oh, he must be here to have fun too! She smiled. "Mr. skirt-wearing-person! Come try one of these! It's a jell-o thingy-ma-bob- that me and Russh-ee-ahh made!" She gleefully picked the glass, awfully giggly, and held it in front of him, managing to stay on her own two feet. She stared at the man for a moment. Heheh, weren't skirts supposed to be for girls? Oh well, he still seemed cool anyways.
She had hardly realized the smaller man that was standing a few feet back. Stupid blur-ee-ness. "Hey! You want to try one too, don't you?" she offered, a warm smile on her face. She dare not try to turn around to grab him another one though, already trying to stay-a-foot to keep Scotland's in hand.

In an instant, as soon as Russia spotted Scotland and Britain, he charged forward clumsily and thrashed his faucet around, managing to smash it into Britain's head. "Intruders!" he hollered, violet eyes wild with excitement. Thrusting his pipe around all over the place, he sent glasses and whatnot fling around the room, which could impale and kill someone. The house was becoming a death trap; of the kitchen was, anyway.

"Whoa!" Britain took that shot straight in the head, and he fell over, dazed. "Russia?" he asked. "What the hell was that for?"

Scotland, oblivious to everything, just took the glass from Evelia's hand, and gulped it down. "That's amazing." he grinned.

"Isn't it?!" Evelia grinned, just as a few empty glasses went flying by her head. Yay! Distractions! "It's like.. So yummy! You want some more? We made plenty~" Laura interrupted herself with a hiccup, which caused her to go into a fit of low laughing. She managed to point Scotland in the right direction though. Hey look! A flying plate!

"Dude, I'd love some more." he grinned, swiping another glass off the counter. "Hey, Britain, come try this!"

He was still sitting on the floor. "No thanks. I'm staying sober this time." he said, remembering the last drink he had with America. He didn't want that to happen again.

OOC: He'll try some later. And then he'll go all on us. x3

Russia managed to maintain a steady pose, and, aiming, he brought down his faucet again. This time, instead of hitting England, he ended up slamming the pipe so hard into the table that it cracked; almost in half. His eyes were wild and jumping with the effects of the alcohol... The country would be completely tired afterwards.
Perhaps sick.
"Stop drinking my vodka," Russia growled, uttering a string of kols under his breath. He fixed an angry, un-focused gaze on Evelia, England and Scotland. This could very well be the end of them: drunk Russia.

Having finally gotten there, due to his slowness, as America puts it, quiet Canada showed up, a bottle of maple syrup in his hands. What people didn't know, was that the second largest country secretly put some alcohol in it. Oh how that tasted good. Maple syrup and alcohol. Yum. Anyways, now actually there, Matthew grabbed one of the jell-o shots and gulped it down, his eyes widening.

"W...o...w...that's good..." he mumbled in a slightly louder and faster tone.

Evelia smiled at Scotland and took another small glass in her hands. It was funny how something so cold and jiggly could make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. "Oh come on... pleeeassssee?" She called over to England, "We worked really hard on them~" Jell-o is some serious buiz. Not just anyone can make it, and make it good. "And... I don't think the floor is the best place to be sitting..." she mused
She jumped when the table snapped in half. A sweat broke down her face.. Err- Okay, He was starting to scare her... just a bit. She nervously stepped out of the way, giving way to more shots.
She hadn't noticed Canada at all until he had spoke. 'W- Woah! When did he get here?!' she thought. Freakin' Ninja.

"Absolutely not." Britain said firmly.

Scotland rolled his eyes. "He'll come around eventually. Now, is Ireland here yet?"

Seeing Canada, Russia grinned and gave him a hard pat on the back. "Sub-Arctic buddy!" he exclaimed, scarf waving as he moved a couple unsteady steps towards the North American country. "You made it! Aren't the shots good?" he asked, taking another one.


As the place began to get crowded, Germany was strolling by, still grumbling about the previous food fight. He heard some noise coming from the community center's kitchen, and, curious, peered in the window. "Eyaa!" he screamed, ducking as something went flying through the window, shattering it to a million tiny shards of glass chips. ..Not again! Mein Gott, they are so insolent! Storming around the left side of the building, he burst in the door, only to gape in horror. England, Scotland, Evelia, and even the quiet countries of Russia and Canada, were inside. The place was a mess. Dodging some flying glass, he slipped up to the counter, and slammed his fist onto the table. "What are you doing?!" he shouted over the noise, frowning. "You're ruining the community kitchen!"

Before Germany could say any more, Russia shoved a glass of jell-o shot into Ludwig's face. "Just have some, Germany, it's really good!"

Reluctantly, Germany took the glass, and tasted it. To his surprise, it was.. delicious. "..That's.. quite good, actually." He swallowed down the rest, and took a hesitant look at Russia. "May I.. have some more?"

The Slavic country nodded, smiling, and handed Germany another one.
It wasn't too long before, even the most decent of countries, was drunk.
The horror!

America had bounced in after Canada, yelling, "PARTY!" After about 10 shots, he was now sitting on a couch, laughing his head off for no apparent reason. It wasn't long before the hamburgers would come out, and he'd start throwing them again.

Italy came in just then, and looked at Germany, who was stumbling around like Scotland. "Doitsu!" he said haltingly. "What's-a going on?"

"Of course I'm here! Ye didn't think 'ya could go drinkin' without me, did'ja?" The irish lass walked in, putting her hand on Scotland's shoulder. "What on earth is going on here?" she eyed a tipsy Russia... and Germany as well? Most of the world seemed to be carrying little colorful glasses of - what? "Tell me those aren't the things that are throwin' everyone over?" She picked up on and swished it around. 'No way!' was all she could think, that is, until she tried it. She then grabbed about three more and gulped them down, throwing the glasses at the wall and shattering them to bits.

Poland came flying through the window, trying a few at once... Loving them.
... Let's just say I foresee he is going to let out his inner-feminine side before the day is done.

Germany turned and stared at Feliciano with skittering cyan eyes. "If it isn't my best friend!" Germany exclaimed; an unusual sound. He handed the scrawny little man a jell-o shot. "Have some jell-o, it's as good as pasta!" He slid to the ground, taking several more swigs, then throwing the glass backward, which hit Ivan in the head.

Russia, of course, didn't feel pain, but he did notice little transparent flecks lodged into his face. "Hey!" he barked as tiny beads of scarlet rolled out of the punctures in his skin. "That wasn't very nice.. kol kol kol..." He raised his faucet, and hit Ludwig in the head.

The Germanic man sprang up to his unbalanced feet and dumped some jell-o shot on him. It sank down into his shirt, soaking it.

The two of them continuously send things at each other, ranging from simple spoons to chairs.

Canada almost fell forward from Ivan's pat, but he managed to grab hold of a table before he did.

"Ya...they're great. I'm going to drink this for now though." he smiled, holding up his maple-syrup, alcohol mix. He began sipping it, but ended up chugging it a minute later. Matthew...was drunk...

He began walking all around, tripping over stuff, though he seemed to be running more than walking. He eventually came upon his doppelganger, and looked at him strait in the face.

"You know...I've been wanting to-" he hiccuped, "say this for a long time...I hate you...I reeeaaallly hate you..." he growled, pointing at Alfred and tripping again. The strange part about was he said, was not the words, but the tone. He sounded almost exactly like America, but Canada really had no clue.

"Yeah, I love you too, bro!" America yelled, slapping him on the back.

Italy caught the glass just before it toppled to the floor. "Hmm..." he said. "This doesn't look to bad." So, naturally, he drank it. "Oh my gosh!" he gasped. "That's good!" he grabbed another one. And another. And another one. Before too long, he was drunk like the rest of them, and was throwing poof-out-of-nowhere pasta at Russia with Germany. "This is fun!" he yelled hysterically.

Russia, who was completely dazed, ended up blacking out beside the couch America and Canada were residing on. He had strange, happy dreams, of sunflowers and a Belarus-free world.

Germany let loose a hardy bout of laughter, throwing a couple of beer bottles around.

OOC: Shat, wrong account. D: /kol'd

"I made some moreeeeee~!" Evelia sang loudly, pulling a fresh tray out of the fridge and stepping forward. Unfortunetallyy, she tripped over something on the floor and the drinks when flying, crashing into everyone in the room. "Uh - oops..." she muttered, her face turning even redder than it was before. Unable to catch herself, she fell to her knees, a few drinks at her feet. Oh no, what a waste! ;3; Sad moment She recovered one that seemed to be untouched, still on the tray, and chugged it down. OH! Happy again! :D
It's raining Jell-o!