((Requested by soulsilver3228 Your support is awesome :) you're always one of the first on my new books, and always help me out when I need it!!!))
((Theme: Jealousy))

((Before we begin I just want to say that I DO NOT WISH/AM NOT TRYING to label off ANY of these characters as RAPISTS OR PERVERTS!!! Please keep in mind that in the story, they were pretty damn intoxicated. Wisconsin is not yandre, or a pervert/rapist. Neither is France, Prussia, or ANYONE ELSE IN THIS STORY!!!!
This story comes as the lighter version of my weird messed up Yandre thoughts. So if you can't handle swearing, or SEXUALLY SUGGESTIVE CONTENT TURN BACK NOW
HOWEVER
THIS IS NOT A LEMON
AND ITS NOT REALLY THAT PERVERTED TO BEGIN WITH NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT
IF YOU'RE LIKE A NINE YEAR OLD CHILD TURN YOUR HEAD AROUND AND WALK AWAY NOW
THANK U!!!!!!!))

<-----"A jealous girlfriend is a faithful girlfriend. If she doesn't get jealous because someone has your attention. It's because someone has hers..." ~Anonymous ----->

"Come on Wisconsin lets go!" You called to your friend who had locked herself in the bathroom, you banged on the door for about the hundredth time.
"I-I think I'll pass..." Her soft mumble came from inside the bathroom. Your friend was never much of a 'social person' but you wanted to help her break out of her shell. The BTT's party was the perfect place to do that.

"Oh common Wisconsin! Just for a couple hours!!! It'll be good for you, you need to learn to break out of your shell for once." You groaned banging on the door again.

"N-no thank you..." Your friend mumbled.
"Ugh..." You groaned, but then you smirked remembering a trick that Minnesota had taught you the other day...

"You know..." You said placing your ear to the wall beside the door, scratching your (f/c) painted nails against the wooden door. "I once heard a tale of a man who killed a man with only a mustache and a grape..." You could hear Wisconsin's soft meep coming from the other side of the door, which made your smirk widen.
"They say that he went for blond haired girls... Or was is brunettes?..." You paused your scratching to think. "They say he came at night... He'd come and smash through the window when the victims were home alone... And burst through the doors, and as soon as he found his prey... BAM!!!" You pounded both your fists against the door, you heard Wisconsin's muffled scream and her fall back.
"And he could come at any time~ you don't know when..." You were trying to hold back laughter as you had a little too much fun teasing her.
"So I guess you still don't want to go to that party huh? Oh well I won't make you... Just remember to watch your back while we're gone~!" You chimed, starting to walk away slowly.

You heard shuffling in the bathroom, and the bathroom door unlocked and opened. Wisconsin stood there shaking, her eyes were watery. "W-wait I'm coming too!" She said slight terror in her voice, you smirked in victory. "YES!!!" You cheered. "J-just give me a f-few minutes to get ready..." She mumbled.
"Ok but don't take too long! We're leaving with or without you in 10 minutes." You told her. Wisconsin nodded and closed the bathroom door again, and you ran out to the car, you got in shot gun.
"Hey!" Michigan called out. "How come she gets shot gun??"
Minnesota snickered. "'Cause she was able to get Wisconsin out of the bathroom." He answered smirking at his brother.

Wisconsin ran out to the car and into the backseat. She was wearing her usual outfit. "I h-hate you guys...." She mumbled.
"No you don't." All three of them said at the same time looking at Wisconsin, who was looking down at her shoes.

<<<<<----Time Skip---->>>>>
(("Jealousy is like a flame, if fed it can grow too big and swallow everything around it..."))

Shortly after you had arrived at Prussia's house for the BTT's party.
"Come on Wisconsin!!!" You said excitedly, grabbing your introverted friend's arm and dragging her to the door. Michigan knocked on the door, a clearly drunk Denmark opened the door. "Well lookie what we have here!!! Come on in guys!!!" He chirped, there was a bottle of jaeger in his hand.
Michigan and Minnesota instantly spotted a few of Canada's provinces and went over to join them.

There was a clearly visible crowd around the bar, and a loud keskeskes could be heard. You dragged Wisconsin over to the bar, her stumbling behind you. Your (e/c) eyes were curious.
"WHO OUT THERE THINK THEY CAN BEAT THE AWESOME PRUSSIA!!???!!" He yelled scanning his eyes over the crowd. He spotted you two and smirked. "HEY HOW ABOUT YOU TWO LOSERS???" He pointed to you in Wisconsin. "M-me? Well I don't know... I think I'll pa-" Wisconsin started but you interrupted her.
"Is that a challenge???" You demanded with a smirk plastered on your face. Wisconsin tugged at your sleeve, whispering something to you. "(N-name) this isn't a good idea..." She whimpered, but inside she was feeling excited. Wisconsin may be a bit of a pushover, but not when it comes to drinking...
"Nu uh we got this." You reassured her giving Wisconsin a thumbs up.
"WE CHALLENGE YOU TO A DRINKING CONTEST!!! THE ONE WHO CAN HOLD THEIR LIQUOR THE LONGEST WINS!!!!" You yelled triumphantly.

A munch of ooooooooos could be heard from the crowd. No one had ever been able to beat Prussia at a drinking contest, and he was sure to obliterate anyone who challenged him. But not today...

"Alright then Frau. I accent your challenge!!!" He replied his hands on his hips like a sassy white girl.

You could see Minnesota and Michigan looking at you like you were insane, but you didn't care. You could see Wisconsin looking up at Prussia with confidence.
"Are you sure about that? 'Cause last time I checked, only countries can hold their liquor..."
Prussia's smirk vanished and a bunch of OOOHHHHS came from the crowd along with someone shouting. "OH SHIT!!!"
Prussia got off the bar table, and walked over to Wisconsin. "Let's start then shall we... But because you have mocked the awesome me, we will have a new rule!!! Since you two are the only ones completely sober, you'll have to play a punishment game~!"

Your eyebrows raised. "And what type of punishment game is that?"

He smirked. "The loser out of you two has to sit on France's lap for the rest of the night!!!" He said while France smirked.
"Fuck..." You both said at the same time.

<<<<<----Time skip---->>>>>
(("A challenge is a wish to prove, as a mistake is a over estimation of ones strength..."))

And thus the drinking game begun... It was only 10 minutes in and you had already downed two mugs of beer, while Prussia was on his 5th. Wisconsin had finished her third, she slammed the mug down on the counter. "Give me five more!!!!" She called to Spain, who slid her 5 more mugs of beer, she grabbed one of the mugs chugging it down. "Such a good drinker for such a little Frau~!"Prussia smirked. All three of you were pretty tipsy. First one to vomit looses. People were cheering, most of them for Prussia but there were plenty on your side as well.

"KICK HIS ASS!!!" Denmark yelled.

"Spain!" You yelled. "Sí?"
"Give me three more, right now!!!" You ordered, he nodded sliding you three more mugs of beer, you forced yourself to chug two of them down.
America was keeping score. "10 FOR PRUSSIA, 8 FOR WISCONSIN, AND 5 FOR (NAME)!!!" He yelled. 'Fuck...' You thought.
'I need to step up my game...'
"Oi Prussia!!!" You growled, he dropped his empty mug of beer, and Wisconsin had already finished the five that Spain had given her.
"Yes Frau~!" He smirked tipsily.
"How 'bout we make this a little more interesting..."

"Oh and how so?" He questioned.
Wisconsin stood up on her chair. "VODKA SHOTS!!!!" She yelled. "It's more interesting if we mix!" You looked at your friend who was glaring at Prussia, she sat back down in her chair.
Mixing alcohols was the LAST thing you wanted to do right now. You hat already had like six mugs of beer and her stomach was doing flips. You were still surprisingly acting the most sober. You drank a lot with Michigan and Minnesota, so your drinking tolerance was pretty high... But you had never drank this much so quickly before...

Prussia smirked. "I like your thinking Frau. We'll each have two shots then. SPAIN BRING ON THE VODKA!!!" Prussia yelled pointing at his friend who nodded taking out a couple of shot glasses and a bottle of vodka, he poured the vodka, sliding the shots to them.
"What's wrong Frau..." Prussia purred resting his head on the table and looking up at you as you cringed at the shots. You weren't a big fan of Vodka...
"Your looking a little green. Why don't you just puke already and lose like a good little girl?" Wisconsin glared at Prussia as he smirked.
"No, I can take vodka just as much as the next person!!!" You yelled refusing to back down, to prove it you downed both your shots. Damn it burned... You felt your stomach convulse, but you forced yourself not to puke up the horrid drink.

"THERE YOU GO GURL TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!!!" Someone yelled from the crowd.

You covered up your mouth as you felt your stomach rech again.
'God damnit...' You thought as your stomach reached again and that's when in happened. You puked.
"(NAME) IS THE LOSER!!!" America called out and a wave of cheers and boos erupted from the crowd.
Wisconsin and Prussia took their shots.

Prussia laughed obnoxiously, "LOOKS LIKE THE CHALLENGER WAS THE LOSER!!!!" He continued laughing.

"FUCK YOU, YOU MADE HER MIX!!!" Wisconsin yelled her words slurring softly.

"NOW THAT YOU ARE THE LOSER YOU HAVE TO GET YOUR PUNISHMENT!!! BUT SINCE I FEEL SLIGHTLY BAD FOR YOU SINCE YOU HAD TO LOSE TO THE AWESOME PRUSSIA I SHALL GIVE YOU A SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT PUNISHMENT!!!" Prussia declared a small perverted smirk on his face. "YOUR PUNISHMENT IS TO PUT ON THIS!!!" He yelled pulling out a red skimpy strapless bra and a matching thong. Your face turned red. "F-fuck you..." You muttered, this was your punishment and you decided to take it.
You grabbed the outfit and half stumbled Over to the restroom.

<<<<<----Time skip---->>>>>
(("It takes a tough little bitch to stand up and come out as who she is..."))

You walked out of the bathroom and headed back over to Prussia walking through the crowd. He smirked.
"I have to say Frau, you don't look too bad in that outfit~!" He purred, licking his lips slightly as he scanned you up and down.

You blushed at his actions, trying to cover yourself up. France seemingly appeared behind you, snaking his hands around your waist, staring down at your chest.
Wisconsin was glaring at France and Prussia.

"Uh amigos, I think the alcohol is getting to your head again, she's obviously not comfortable with that... And I don't think her girlfriend is comfortable with that either..." Spain said as he cleaned out the beer mugs, motioning to Wisconsin who was glaring daggers at Prussia and France.

Prussia smirked and France hugged you tighter as you struggled. You could feel his hardened member poking against you.
You growled. "Get off me France!!!" You hissed.

"No~!" France purred smirking. Ok this was sexual harassment.
One you had never agreed to letting them touch you in the bet
Two-

You didn't even get a chance to get to that before the sound of shattering glass was heard, Wisconsin sat at the end of the bar, she had gripped the shot glass in her hand so tightly that it broke.

'How dare he take what's mine...' She thought to herself, the alcohol had pretty much drowned her common sense at this point.
((As it had done with pretty much everyone else as well...))

France nuzzled his face into your neck, now THAT was a step too far. You spun around and punched France in the jaw, causing him to fall backwards. Wisconsin took the opportunity she saw in front of her. She grabbed your arm dragging you out of the house.

"W-Wisconsin what are you d-" Wisconsin silenced you by kissing you forcefully but passionately, your eyes widened. Wisconsin was your friend!!!
Sure you had hd a small crush on the girl at one point but she was still just a friend... Right?
I mean sure you found her adorable, and fun to mess around with but you didn't love her... Right?
You couldn't shake off this feeling though... Your heartbeat had sped up, your palms were sweaty... You loved it...
No the alcohol has just gotten to both your heads that's all... Wisconsin did always go a bit 2P when she was drunk... But she didn't actually like you though? Right?

You closed your eyes and kissed back with just as much fire. What could go wrong right?...
When the two of you finally parted she frowned. "You're mine... Don't forget that. I'm not letting those idiots take you. You belong to me." She slurred.

"Wisconsin?"
"Hm?"
"Do you really love me... Or is it just the alcohol."
She smirked. "It depends on who you ask..." She hissed. "Sober or drunk. But the answer won't change. The only difference is what I'll say~..."

"And what's that?..." You questioned.
"Either I belong to you, or you belong to me... I got completely jealous as soon as they touched you, so you belong to me now. And in the morning... I'll belong to you!" She smirked.

Your drunk mind was having trouble comprehending the situation but before you could do anything she picked you up bridal style, going in the back seat of the car.
Let's just say... You two were going to have some fun tonight.... And a massive headache tomorrow...

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Wisconsin is a very shy girl, and gets embarrassed easily. Some of the other states see her as weak or introverted but she's really just quiet. She loves nature, cheese, sports, and hanging out with the Great Lakes Trio. Michigan, and Minnesota.
When drunk she can get a little crazy and a bit Yandre, (mostly cause most of the states go 2P when they're drunk...) and is actually a pretty decent drinker. She likes to help people and isn't afraid to get her hands dirty.
At one point Virginia commented about how honest and strait forward Wisconsin could be at times.
She prefers to take life at her own pace, and has trouble meeting deadlines.
Big parties aren't really her thing and the other taller states like to tease her for her shyness. She enjoys a pretty even climate, but prefers cold weather. Like Michigan and Minnesota she is good friends with Québec, and some of the other provinces.
Wisconsin is pretty reluctant on speaking up ok things she's not ok with. ((Unlike Michigan... Who rioted throwing bagels everywhere over some sports thing.... ))

Birthday: May 29th 1790

Hair color: Blond -long past her waist with short bangs and a large cowlick.-

Eye color: Blue

Full name: Emily M. Jones
(figure out what the M stands for and u get a free cookie :3)