"Oh, hello! What brings you here? Or do you want in on this as well ... no, you're too AMERICAN to want that!" He laughs uncontrollably.

"Ah, hello, then." He continues drinking his beer at an alarming rate.

gets indignant. "Oh, aren't you the judgemental one? You break up with me and then expect me not to drink?

Well, fuck you and your volunteer army and Lafayette and all those fuckers who caused the Revolution! You moron moron moron moron moron!"

"Well, if you weren't such a moron to hook up with IVAN, maybe I wouldn't have such an attitude!"

continues. "Has it ever occurred to you that you are the cause of all my drinking? Every time I drink, it's all your fault!"

making no sense at all but is too drunk to care.

"I did not start this drinking until after the Revolution, now, did I?"

sighs. "It's too late anyway. Even if all of it were to be reversed, it's now ingrained into my culture."

"I'm sure Hong Kong had part of it as well, but your desire for 'fleadom' from me was the beginning of the end of my empire."

yells, "THEN FIX IT, YOU BLOODY BASTARD!" He looks into his beer. "Things will never be the same."

looking for Arthur, and figured he would be drinking so he shows up at the pub, a little surprised to see Alfred there...not Arthur though.

scoffs. "Francis, when will you ever learn? We serve PEOPLE here. People. NOT FROGS."

about to cry into his beer himself. "I was once on the top of the world, and then, just as I was enjoying things, everything came crasing

--crashing down."

rolled his eyes. "I don't know why they serve you anything, you drunk. Oi, why are you making Alfred cry?" He mumbled walking over to him.

"It's because I'm a regular customer. And I'm not making him cry! He cried about driving me to drink all on his own!"

"And my life is not ruined because of beer. My life is ruined because of fleadom. Fleadom from being taken under my wing."

pulls Alfred into a hug. "There there, You did no such thing~" He glances at Arthur. "Oi, I'm blaming you for making him cry."

"Would you like me to make you cry, too? Because I have plenty of dirt on you."

threatens "I'll do it. I made Austria cry by reminding him that Mozart wrote songs about eating shit."

"Don't think I won't do the same to you."

glares at him. "Non you are not, Alfred calm down. Arthur is just a mean jerk..."

"You gained your hero status AFTER that."

"What counts is that you changed your ways, at least. That and Snape kills Dumbledore."

pats his back. "You are. Do not listen to the drunk. You help people~ Where Arthur just hurts them~"

"I do not hurt them! You hurt them with your arrogance and your ... your frogginess!"

snorts giving a small chuckle. "Non, I do believe that you are the one to hurt more people than I~" He pats Alfred's back again.

"That IS history! You demanded your 'fleadom' rather than allowing me to state my case. I was only trying to help, and you started a WAR."

"YOU TRIED TO KILL ME."

runs after him. "Where are you going?" He runs back in to finish his beer, then runs back out.

((No wonder Alfred broke up with him.))

follows them~

extends a hand, the best he can.

watches moving closer to Alfred.

helps him up. "Did you hurt yourself?"

scoffs. "Careful. I bet he has warts."

"Let's hope so. It was just a flesh wound, I'm sure."

rubs his back.

"Please explain the original reason. I'd really like to know what happened 200-some years ago."

"You never loved me in the first place, or you'd accept all of me, like I accepted all of you, even the moronic ideas, the pie-in-the sky

optimism, the tendency to be completely unable to read the atmosphere. I accepted your flaws. I guess you're too good for mine."

sighs and just lets them argue for now.

"I suppose you're just comfortable on that fucking high horse of yours. After all, when you're a hero, who needs being down to earth?"

"I guess I shouldn't expect you to quite realise the severity of your actions or where they led."

glances at Alfred and sighs turning to Arthur. "Can you stop being a jerk for one minute? Mon Dieu.."

"You're an unnecessary part of this conversation, as you were part of the initial problem."

"Non, I do not think so."

glances at Alfred. "Oui, what is it..?"

"As I recall, you aided heavily in his bid for 'fleadom.'"

nods. "Of course I did~"

"So that makes you part of the problem!"

sighs. "You have grown quite a bit. I do not think it is that. Arthur, cannot understand that what he does towards people *hurt* them."

"You're speaking as if I myself have not been hurt."

"If you've learnt something from the experience, perhaps that is not necessary."

shrugs. "You do a lot of things to others. So, I don't have any sympathy for you. Non, you should not Alfred."

"I bet you would, too, if you were not such a weakling."

"Not to worry. From what I heard, Ivan's former communism is rubbing off on you already. You should be fine."

"I am not. I have won many wars." He pats Alfred's back.

"How long, might I ask, did your empire last?"

smiles. "A long time~ See, Alfred. You are better off without Arthur."

"Well, I suppose a week is a long time for you. And as for you, Alfred, what about Obamacare? Your own people are saying that's communism."

stumbles over after being hit. "That's what I'm referring to. You're violent as well. When will you ever learn?"

cant help but grin and give a small clap.

"You've had worse, you poof."

"And you learn to get off your fucking high horse and accept people for who they are. Stop acting like you're better than everyone else!"

"Because you know what? You're not. You have your share of flaws as well, and the sooner you realise it and ACCEPT not only your own but

others' as well, the quicker we can move on with our lives."

"Then who's going to be the hero when you fail?"

"There will come another time when you need a hero as well, and you'll be too caught up on being the hero to realise you need one."

"And that's the problem. You can't accept your own imperfections, so how the fuck could I expect you to accept imperfection in others?"

sighs and wraps his arms around Alfred pulling him into a hug. "It's alright..." He looked at Arthur. "Could you, you know be quiet?"

"You can't turn to someone who will only whisper pretty words you want to hear into your ear forever. A real hero faces these things."

"No. I can't. This is something he needs to hear. He might not want to hear it, but if he wants to grow at all, he must."

"I think he gets it. Now just leave him alone, now is not the time."

"Fine. See to it that he does understand it instead of merely letting it go in one ear and out the other."

"I really shouldn't trust you with anything, but ... just don't fuck up." He walks out of the bar, or stumbles, rather.

snorts, patting Alfred's head. "I'll do better than you~"

flips him the bird, then decides to stick around, sitting on a stool away from them, sure he would fuck everything up.

mumbles something about "anything to get in his trousers."

sighed, continuing to pat his head. "Oi, we should get out of here. The air is polluted~"

sits there, wondering where he went wrong.