Nordic Five - Wasted

Summary: Helena struggles to contain her embarrassment when she finally goes through the items of clothing the men she stayed with bought her. It was ridiculous, most of it looked so damn raunchy, she found her cheeks matching the colour of the very fabric used. By glancing at each she had a slight idea who had picked what, it isn't until one of them see her in one of her frocks that she really wants to strangle one of them.

A/N: this is the sequel to Amnesia, Hetalia does not belong to me, only the oc does and the plot, this chapter is pure crack-fic so please enjoy :) this chapter is rather Denmark centric. They will all vary ;)

Inspiration: Falling in Reverse and Ronnie Radke's genius lyrics...

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Needless to say that her welcoming party was one full of hot men, Helena found herself feeling rather over whelmed by the friendly men. She had to occasionally pinch the bridge of her nose to prevent a never ending onslaught of nose bleeds.

Currently she sat in her room going through everything the kind men had provided her with. The clothing was practical and cute, so she started to go through her chest of drawers only to find herself having to pinch her nose once more.

"What the hell are they thinking buying me such things." She whispered feeling her cheeks heat up. She eyed a lacy night gown and sighed before turning her attention to a little black silk night dress with pink ribbon worked onto it.

"This I can live with but what the hell is all this see through stuff?" She questioned out loud. It was while she was holding up a rather see through black night dress that Mathias walked into her room to find her sitting on her floor in nothing more than a towel.

He grinned much to her dismay as his eyes fell on the article in her hand. "I was told to let you know we going to all go out tonight..." His smirk widened when he saw the blush on her cheeks.

"Eh?" She answered him.

"We going out later." He repeated. "So you can dress up nicely?" He said unsure as he eyed her cleavage.

Standing up to fast Helena watched in slow motion as her towel dropped to her ankles, the man staring more at her as her eyes dropped to her form.  "KYAAAA!!!!" She screeched "STOP STARING YOU PERVERT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GEEEET OOUUUTTT!!!!!" She yelled slamming the door in the man's face and locking it. Panting as she slumped against her room door listening to feet rushing towards her door.

"What happened?" She heard one voice ask.

"Where you being a pervert again?" Another scolded darkly.

"Did you try and pull a move on her?" Another asked sounding a little to excited.

"N-no... I walked in to tell her we going out tonight and she stood up and her towel fell off and she kind of freaked out." The Danish man spluttered out in his defence.

"That's not fair." A dark voice reached through the door.

"Actually she has a pretty awesome rack." The Dane replied.

"YOU KNOW I CAN HEAR YOU FREAKING IDIOTS!" She yelled feeling deeply mortified at what had happened.

After hearing four apologies and the shuffling of feet she sighed and grabbed panties and a bra not realising they sported a flag on each item, slipped into skinny jeans and a white vest unaware that her bra showed right through sporting the red and white of the Danish flag, be bottom however sported a Finnish flags colours. The thought had occurred to her that maybe a drink with the men wouldn't be so bad. Though she would not admit she could not hold her liquor well and when intoxicated she had a rather disturbing habit of stripping if left to her own devices.

After two hours she emerged from her room and walked to the living room where most of the men sat. Each one stared at her as she entered the room.

"So when do we leave to go drink?" She asked as she looked at the time. "It's never to early to start y'know." She smiled.

"We leave in an hour." A monotone voice reached her. She spun to find Lukas watching her, his eyes trained on her chest that stretched the white fabric of the top.

"Goodie... I need a drink." She smiled walking out to finish getting ready.

When they had made sure she was out of earshot Mathias smirked, " I don't think she realises we can see her bra through her top... and it's my flag." He grinned.

"You are going to make her hate men...." Emil spoke as he paged through a book.

Lukas grabbed the Danes tie and yanked it successfully choking him. "Don't be a dog..." His voice was low but soon he let go of the tie and moved towards Emil, opting to annoy him.

It was a few minutes later when Helena ran down the stairs jumping onto Berwald, clinging like a monkey, her eyes wide. "T-there is a talking bird in my room!" She wailed out. "And its p-perverted!" She yelled as she clung to the silent man. Turning to Denmark she gave him a pleading look , "Please let me drink away my insanity!"

The Dane felt his eyes widen, but smiled nodding. "Don't worry I will look after you tonight."

Lukas sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Seems the bird is doing a better job at scaring her than the Dane is."

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The music pounded in the club they had chosen. To say that Helena was under dressed was a major understatement, she rolled her eyes as she looked around the filled room. "Really some chicks just waste so much time getting ready and all they do is dance and get drunk. You look shit when drunk so why make it worse!?" She yelled above the music when the first round of shooters was placed before her.

"Wow didn't take long to get the ball rolling." She smirked taking the ice cold shot of tequila. It was then that she was handed a drink that the Danish man had decided she would enjoy. She simply grinned and sipped on it before feeling an intense urge to dance.

Placing her drink in Berwalds care she moved to the dance floor, absolutely owning it. She was completely oblivious to the five sets of eyes that rested on her swaying form as she let the music carry her. After a few songs she sauntered over to the men and gave a bright smile. "I dunno about you guys but I'm loving this!"

Mathias smirked as she downed her drink, licking her lips once she was done. Only to notice her next one was already awaiting her. "Seems like you really needed this!" Mathias grinned watching her nod when she did the unthinkable and moved towards Mathias. She took his tie and smirked leading him by it to the dance floor.

It was crowded and stuffy and getting late but that didn't stop the give men and the small woman from enjoying themselves. Liquor had flowed freely and soon Helena felt the effects kicking in as she danced against Mathias, his hands firmly on her hips pulling her closely to him. She had successfully managed to get Lukas and Emil dancing, along with Finland and with a lot of persuasion she had gotten Berwald out on the dance floor with them.

All five men would readily agree that Helena could be very persuasive when she had a few drinks in her, she may not have dressed up for the club, but her behaviour was downright sexy and it stole the spot light in a good way. As she had promised she had danced with each one of the men, up close and so utterly personal with each one of them. She made it hard for them to concentrate, but her moves seemed to come so naturally to her it's what made her so irresistible while she danced around them in the club.

It was when they finally decided it was time to leave Mathias had swept her off her feet and carried her out the club, grinning widely as they got to the car. The six had gone in one vehicle and in so Mathias kept Helena on his lap as Berwald drove them home.

Sometime along the drive, Helena had dozed off and cuddled against Mathias who found himself staring at the young female, smiling, though only after he noticed the other two sets off eyes on her and Berwald who occasionally glanced at them through the rear view mirror.

Arriving at their household Mathias had carried her to her room and helped Finland settle her in for the night. Casting a last glance at her Mathias smiled and closed her room door.

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Sometime during the morning Helena had woken up and showered to try and sober up and ease the tension in her neck and shoulders, she slipped into a pale blue, flimsy lace night dress and a matching bottom before climbing back into her bed and galling asleep. It wasn't until she was assaulted by a headache that she felt the urge to move or die from the horrible dull throbbing. Unthinking she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen taking no notice of the five wide sets of eyes that stared at her and the small night dress that left very little to the imagination.

They watched as she walked to the fridge with a glass, got water, then attempted to hunt out something for her headache. The men said nothing until she went on her hands and knees and her small dress lifted giving the men a lovely eyeful of her rear. Tino was the first to clear his throat, his face was redder than beet. Berwald sat with his blue eyes wide behind his glasses, his cheeks dusted with a pink blush. Lukas pinched his nose, his cheeks going darker and darker. Emil felt his face burning. Mathias did nothing to hide his nose bleed or the pink on his cheeks as he stared at her.

None of them knew what made the situation worse, if it was the fact that when Helena turned around to look at them, the expression on her face, or when she sat on her knees and rubbed her eyes staring at them. Evidently she still hadn't noticed what she was in.

"U-uh Helena, what are you looking for?" Tino asked his voice threatening to crack when she turned her attention to him.

"Hmm... a headache tablet... feels like my head is going to explode." She mumbled as she stood up walking to the table and seating herself on the Danes lap.

She eyed his plate and innocently picked up a strip of bacon, nibbling on the crisp sliver of meat while she waited for Tino to help her.

Mathias gently rubbed her lower back as she sat quietly, evidently not caring what she wore in front of them.