that's bad.

hiccups. "Who the bloody hell are you?"

blinks, nodding his head. "I'm Greece. You are England. Do you remember?"

to see him fall!

blinks at him, and things about this for a very long moment. "Ye-- No."

*thinks

smiles. "It's okay. I wouldn't want to remember you either."

doesn't know what that's supposed to mean, but whatever. He continues stumbling towards, hopefully his home.

watches, tempted to tell him that his home is the other way.

eventually wanders out into the road. It's a wonder he hasn't fallen yet.

laughs at his drinking problem.

follows, keeping his distance.

snorts from his watching spot chanting fall in his mind.

spews something in olde english, giving another hiccup.

he should call for Alfred.

didn't understand a word he just said but he was sure it was weird.

[Note to self dont eat anything while watching medical/autopsy show things.]

(XD Way to go)

[My dad is watching one. I look up at the tv for half a second and want to barf]

(( Lovely... Just lovely... ))

(That's what you get then!)

curses out everything and anything in existence. Especially his colonies. And Australia. =w=

...pretty sure Arthur is going the completely wrong direction.

just thought that. Thank you Xiang.

doesn't want anyone to spoil this moment. Its like a once in a life time chance... For him anyway...

why no one has told him of this. But then again, how do you reason with a drunk? "Troublesome..."

noticed he's gathered a crowd and turns around, spewing more olde english before looking at them and cursing them out, using possibly--

every single curse word known to man. Or at least every curse word he knows.

follows the drunk man, hoping to see something that will wet his fur.

blinks, not understanding it. "I hope that wasn't bad words Arthur."

mutters something under his breath. "Sodding wankers."

he should wash out his mouth then.

walks up to him and pokes his leg.

frowns a little. He hasn't done anything to be scolded for yet.

"Arthur... Your house shouldn't your house be the other way?

*way?"

flails a little, before kicking the bear. "What the bleeding hell is this then?" he squints at the ball of fluff.

rolls on the floor from the kick. "Weeeeeee"

stares, obviously thinking to himself that fluffy rocks don't talk. :|

"It's a bear." Picks Kumajiro up. "Do you need help getting home or something?" He hates dealing with drunk England.

now tempted to call the police for animal abuse.

nods no. "I want to do something before i go."

*I

"Like what?" Thinking of helping England get home before he starts some riot in the streets.

didn't know it was a bear in the first place. "Don't need no effing help."

"Oh. You're being a stubborn old man again. How quaint."

kicks a rock harshly in his direction. "Not old!! Ill sit you in fucking busby's chair!!!" He's spewing nonsense at this point.

thinking of biting Arthur's leg for kicking him...

watches as the rock misses him completely. "...Older then me at least." That isn't saying much though.

walks over to Arthur and bites his leg. It kinda tasted like fish...

glares at him as if he were going to say another batch of biting words, or maybe just olde english, but instead turns around, hiccuping--

and walking in the same direction he was before.

snorts a little. He's stubborn even drunk. "Should we drag him back home Kumajiro? He's going to wake up somewhere and freak out otherwise."

try's nodding while still having a leg in his mouth. All he could manage at the time was " Mmhhmm"

if Arthur should be brought to his home..

follows after Arthur so he can drag him in the right direction.

bristles, but doesn't say anything. He's well aware people are still following him.

won't let go until Arthur feels the pain.

wouldn't follow him if he was going the RIGHT way.

try's putting for force into his bite, hoping for some damage atleast.

eventually notices something is attached to his leg and he hits it harshly against anything and everything he can find as he walks.

finally lets go and try's rubbing the sides of his body with his arms.

ignores the fact that his leg is now bleeding slightly and keeps walking.

picks Kumajiro up so he can tend to him after they get the stupid English drunkard home. "You okay...?"

nods a little. "Yeah, i'll be fine."

just cracking up off to the side :'D

can finally rest thanks to arthur noticing him.

limps and flips them the finger.

arthur the 'stare'.

gently puts the bear down and goes to grab Arthur's wrist. "You're going the wrong way."

now knows why he hates arthur.

blinks. "I think I know where my bloody house is." He yanks his arm.

runs over to arthur and try's to aim for his wrist.

keeps his grip. He's so getting hit for this later. "Perhaps you took a wrong turn..."

waves his arms in the air every time he misses.

yanks his hand again. "Sodding Git. Why don't people just leave me the fuck alone?"

he complains too much when he's drunk and just starts dragging him in the right direction of home.

finally gives up and stops trying.

pretty much stands his ground. It was a long way back home and he'd literally have to drag him there. :|

carry him there if he has too. This would take quite awhile though...

to bite him in the butt to snap him out of being drunk.

that would be hilarious, but doubts it would work.

to try it though.

would probably just sit on the bear. He somehow, thinks kicking Xiang in the shin will help his situation.

how many injuries he'll accumulate by the time they reach Arthur's house. He forcefully drags Arthur along.

walks with them. "Its what you get you drunkard."

starts walking in the opposite direction, effectively stopping the whole process of getting back to his house. =w=

bites his leg to prevent him from getting any farther.

yanks at his arm a bit, to get him to start heading back in the RIGHT direction. "I will pick you up and carry you if I have to you know."

falls at the unexpected bite, sending Xiang down with him.

squeaks and falls over. "A-Aiyah!"

lets go at the sound of Xiang falling.

somehow falls asleep in this position. He's a pathetic drunk.

...this is seriously really awkward. "Oh...god damn it did he fall asleep..."

pretty much out cold in the middle of the street. God forbid a car comes.

bites his leg again and try's dragging him out of the street.

why he bothered helping. But then remembers that Arthur raised him. Stupid culture mindsets.

probably going to have a bruise on his leg in the morning.

tries to get to his feet. Great, now he really does have to carry the git home.

lets go and looks at the poor Xiang carrying Arthur home. "I'd help but... You know..."

only snores at this. It may or may not be a good thing he is asleep now. If he were back home he would probably be setting a curse on them.

Arthur is a lot heavier then he looks. "It's alright. At least he isn't fighting.

doesn't exactly have anything to say anymore xD; At least for the moment.]]

finally got Arthur's sorry butt home. It took wayyyyy too long though. And he looked ridiculous.

dirty now considering the fact he was laying in the road :|

tired of walking and wants to sit on some comfy snow.

looking for Arthur's stupid house keys.

"Check his butt."

had them in his back pocket, last he checked.

felt something on his back. He shook himself and something came out.

tell Arthur NEVER to put his keys in his back pocket and fishes them out. Albeit, a little awkwardly.

looks at the leaf that came off his back.

only emits a snore at this.

jumps on Arthur's chest, hoping that he wakes up.

drools. =3=

unlocks the door and gets him inside. Is now covered in drool. "G-Gross..."

doesn't have the means to apologise.

spends a good amount of time to get him into his room and bed.

have a fit tomorrow about his bed, considering the dirt on him is *now* getting on the bed.

turns around and squats at arthur's face and lets one out. "I was kinda holding that til later."

[...omg XD]

grimaces and rolls over, effectively on the bear.

(( =3= ))

squashed by the heavy man and lets another one out.

sighs softly. He's not going to do anything.

wakes up slightly, grumbles, and kicks the bear out of the bed. He isn't coherent enough to remember what happened yet really.

falls on the floor with a plop.

heads out of the room. He'd head home, but he's tired. So he'll fall asleep on the floor somewhere.

rolls on the floor.

mumbles something about having a couch he can use =3= He's coherent enough to know what was going on, but he was still going to sleep. He--

shoves his head in his pillow.

dirty too from being knocked over, so he'll just find a spot to sit on your floor and doze off.

feel guilty about it later. Right now he's trying to sleep =w=

slept where he stopped on the floor.

just eventually doze off and let you be.

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[I can make another plurk if you guys want? Or somethin like that =w=]

(( =3 ))