I'm sorry I haven't been updating my stories, I can't get rid of my writer's block.

This one-shot is in honor of May the fourth!

"Alright, dudes, after a final check, we should be ready to go!"

"YAS!" Mathias shouted excitedly. Gilbert whooped in agreement.

You see, every year on May the fourth, the awesome trio got together al America's house and binged thew original Star Wars movies.

"Popcorn?"

"Check!" Mathias replied.

"Blankets?"

"Ja, got 'em."

"PJ's?"

"Yup!"

"Chewbacca plush?"

"We've got two actually!"

Alfred grinned. "We're all set then!"

Gilbert shook his head. "You forgot something, Al."

The young American frowned. "I did?"

"Ja!" Gilbert proudly pulled out a beer from behind him and Mathias.

The Dane grinned a little too excitedly. "Tonight's gonna be !"

"Uhh... you dudes remember that I'm a minor, right?" Alfred said uncomfortably. "Physically I'm like nineteen. I can't drink."

"Well then..." Mathias grabbed a few beers and plopped on the couch. "I'll drink them for you!"

(A few hours later, on Star Wars Episode IV)

Alfred was the only one still sitting upright on the couch. Mathias was sobbing uncontrollably, clinging to Alfred's right arm. Gilbert had partially slid off the couch, his arms wrapped around Alfred's waist while he wept into Alfred's six pack.

Alfred made a mental note not to let them bring beer next year.

They were watching the scene where Han was about t be frozen in carbonite.

Leia was staring fearfully into his eyes, before suddenly speaking. "I love you."

"I know." Han responded, immediately then being frozen.

Denmark's and Prussia's somewhat moderate sobbing suddenly turned into full on wailing.

Alfred slammed a finger on the pause button.

"Dudes, what's wrong?!" Alfred asked in genuine alarm.

"I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL LEIA!!!!!" Gilbert sobbed.

"ME TOO!!!!!!" Mathias screeched.

"What are you guys talking about?"

"BUT HE'S SO OBLIVIOUS I CAN'T TELL HIM!!!!" Gilbert continued.

"I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!" The former viking wailed.

"Uhh... maybe we've watched enough Star Wars for tonight." Alfred muttered, more so to himself.

He gingerly lifted the Prussian in one hand and Dane in the other (thank goodness for his super strength).

He walked up the stairs, the soft bobbing of his movements lulling the Europeans to sleep.

He walked into his bedroom, setting both his friends on his bed. He turned to leave, deciding to sleep on the couch.

Suddenly, he felt a slight tug on his Star Wars tee-shirt. He turned around to see Prussia looking at him sleepily.

"Stay." He murmured.

Alfred blushed at the thought. "I shouldn't, Gil. You'll regret it in the morning."

Mathias sat up, his sapphire eyes meeting Alfred's sky blue ones. "Please, Alfie..."

No matter how hard he tried, Alfred could never resit those puppy dog eyes.

Finally, the American sighed in defeat. "Okay, fine."

The Europeans grinned victoriously.

Alfred snuggled in between them. Gilbert immediately took his arm, hugging it to his chest. Mathias curled up against the other side of Al's body.

The bed was so warm.

Alfred smiled to himself. I could get used to this. He thought, drifting off to sleep.