England
has
finally realized that he is, in fact, old-his entire body is covered in scars and he is so, so tired...
offers his condolences, and a drink. He understands this feeling well...
Alfred
has
won the game.
Ivan
thinks
that America's being exceptionally unemphathetic - moreso that usual.
Preußen
is
pretty sure you're just being melodramatic. Geez, England, try REALLY being old sometime.
Liet
is
going to leave quickly if Russia's going to be here...!
gratefully accepts the drink, choosing, for once, not to take America's comment to heart-he's barely three centuries old, he wouldn't know.
also wonders what Prussia considers 'really old'.
Alfred
thinks
that this is a fact and he's just telling it like it is, yo.
...is going to pretend Lithuania is not here, and therefore, will not annoy him~
doesn't care whether or not America plays non-existent, silly games-he just wishes he would take his apathy elsewhere.
"It doesn't matter what I consider really old. I'm just older than you, so stop complaining." Pause. "Drama queen."
England
is
tempted to remind Prussia that, not only is the age difference between them nearly unnoticeable, but the past two hundred years of his
"life" haven't technically counted, as he was technically dissolved and made part of Germany around that time. "Yes, yes, I'm a drag-
down melodramatic. Leave me in peace, would you?"
Where are you getting the fucking 'two hundred years' from?! It hasn't been that fucking long!!! "I won't leave you in peace. You can't
act old. That makes me old, and I'm sure as hell not old."
While Prussia was officially dissolved by the Allied Forces near the end of World War Two, he had lost most of his military and influence
covers his ears and hums. "Lalala, here comes a lecture from Professor Boring. =3="
a good century or so before that. "I have the right to act however the hell I wish...it doesn't make sense for you to stay here,
claiming that you're trying to make me feel better for your sake, when you could just leave and ignore the situation entirely."
Ivan
wants
to jab America in the eye - maybe that'll shut him up...
dares you to try. =3=
also cannot believe you're actually into this.
"Ja, ja, whatever. You can either keep bitching about how old you are, or come out drinking with me and pretend you're... I dunno, a kid
again. Or something."
looks at America and Russia most likely about to begin bickering in the corner, and decides he might as well drown himself in alchohol.
"Well...yes, alright. I suppose I could."
grins. "Awesome. Come on." Is it dragging time? Yes, it's dragging time.
doesn't want America to delude himself into thinking that he wouldn't do it...
allows himself to be dragged along, wondering if Prussia is planning on making him pay for their drinks. And he's low on euros, too...damn.
would never do that to you! Okay, yes, he would, but not tonight. Takes England to a bar and sits him down. "There. Now. Get good and drunk,
dammit." Smirks and sits down himself, ordering a beer.
glances at the menu, settling for an alchohol-heavy daiquiri-normally, he'd be fine with just whiskey, but he actually wants to be able to
taste it as he loses his sobriety tonight. "Yes, yes...I suppose I'll do my best."
"You'd better do better than your best. You're with a pro tonight." Snatches up his beer when it comes and takes a long drink.
"A pro, hm...?" A faint smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, gratefully taking a draught of the daiquiri when it's pushed towards
him. "Care to bet on that, Prussia~?"
glances at England. "I don't bet." Takes a drink. "Not when I'm paying for the fucking drinks."
quickly finishes off his drink, immediantly ordering another one. "Oh, I see...you doubt yourself, then~..?" Ah, there it was...with the
alchohol in his system, his confidence was returning.
smirks. "I don't doubt shit. But hey, good job on that first one." Takes his beer a little more slowly. Mostly because beer tastes
better if you taste it.
vaguely returns the smirk, knowing that the evening will, most likely, end in a drunken brawl-he'll save the fighting for after he's
had a few more drinks. "Mm, if you say so~..."
snorts. Honestly, he wasn't really in the mood to get shit-faced tonight. Not when he's doing this to cheer England up. >_> But shh, don't
tell England that. Finishes off his first beer and orders a second one. "See, if you look at it the right way, you're still fucking
young..."
finishes off his second drink, looking around the mostly-empty, dimly-lit bar-though it seemed backwater from the outside, the alchohol
quality is fairly decent..."Oh? Well, I'm obviously not looking at it the 'right way', then...how do you mean?"
"Well, are you older than the sun?" Takes a long drink. "Yeah, I didn't think so."
Older than the sun...? Damn, that would make him....old..."I'm honoured that you would think I'm the creator of the unvierse, but no, I'm
not that old."
"See? Then you're not old. Fuck, you're not even as old as China." More drinking, yep.
"Yes, but China's immortal...not that we aren't, but..he's different. The year's don't have any effect on him." Lucky bastard...
"Oh, and they have so much fucking effect on you?" Taps the edge of his glass.
"It certainly feels like it." He narrows his eyes, glaring into the bottom of his now-empty glass. He really shouldn't be drinking this
much...
snorts. "And... you think that China doesn't feel those years? ... or the rest of us?" Signals for the bartender to bring England more to
drink.
makes a face, weakly shoving the albino's shoulder. "I never said that...I'm sure everyone else feels it too, if not worse...that doesn't
mean it doesn't bother me. I know I ought to keep my bloody mouth shut about it, though..."
glances at him and smirks. "It's okay, Eyebrows. You don't need to be... silent all the time. That's why I'm around. Got it? Just don't
forget you're not the only one." What's that? Being deep? Sure, why not.
"Don't call me that." He remarks with almost no bite whatsoever, gratefully taking the new drink and pouring it down his throat. "Ah...yes,
I suppose that, if it's no trouble, I could...what about you, then? How do you deal with the feeling?"
blinks. Then grins. "I don't. I tell it to fuck off." He's lying. But eh, he has a lot... worse feelings than that one to deal with.
"I...see.." He can't help but notice the way the light in the other's eyes falters briefly, but for the sake of Prussia's suprisingly weak
ego, he decides not to point it out. "I'll have to give that a try, then."
"It works fucking wonders. So does drinking more." Shoves the rest of his beer at England.
temporarily looks taken aback-Prussia is almost always crude, but very rarely does he show anything even resembling kindness or sympathy-
this evening has certainly changed his viewpoint of the man. "I suppose that's true, as well.." He remarks, finishing off the rest of the
beer.
grins. "... but you gotta admit, living so long... it's a good thing too. I mean, the things we've seen... Pretty shitty, but pretty awesome
too."
pauses, considering it-humans live such fragile lives, so short and sometimes without impact. If he had a choice between remaining a nation
or becoming a human...he realizes that he would choose to remain a nation because he wouldn't give up his memories, both good or bad, for
anything. "Mm...yes, I suppose you're right.."
snickers. "I'm always right." Pause. "Do you feel better yet?"
smiles and nods, having nearly forgotten why he was so upset in the first place. It really wasn't worth worrying about, he sees now. "Yes,
I think so. Ah...thank you, Prussia."
looks very pleased with himself. "Ja, ja. You're welcome. You should really be thanking West, though." Griiiins as he pulls
out one of his brother's credit cards.
arches an eyebrow, looking briefly appehensive as the other pulls out his brother's credit card. "Oh..? I'll have to do that, then...I'm
sure he won't appreciate it, though~..."
snickers. "West doesn't appreciate shit. At least there'll be some interesting charges on his card." Gives the card to the bartender.
"And you use his credit card often?" He asks, finishing off the rest of his drink.
"Sure. I can't really... get cards in my own name anymore." Smirks. "Besides, West has more money than I do."
"Right, of course..." And that would be because, as he's no longer a country,Prussia doesn't have his own economy. ...nonetheless, the man
England
has
been so kind to him tonight that he won't bother to point that out.
reaches out and pats England's shoulder. "How ya feeling? Think you'll fall over if you stand up?" Snicker.
England
gives
him a relaxed sort of half-smile,grateful for the friendly gesture. "Most likely~...shall we call a cab?"
laughs. "Ja, sure. I think I've got some cash on me." Gets up... and fuckit, he'll help England if he wavers when he stands. -_-;
"Actually, I'll pay for it...you've done enough tonight." Clutching the edge of the counter just in case, he slides off the floor, stumbling
a bit when his feet hit the ground but quickly regaining his balance.
slides an arm around England's waist. Shhhh, it's nice to pretend like he's copping a feel. Because lol. "Nah, come on. Just lean on me."
jumps in suprise, looking at him quizzically. "E-Eh...? Al...right, then.." When the albino looks at him like that, confusing as it may
be, he can't exactly say no...besides, it's difficult to walk with this much alchohol in his system. Might as well use Prussia for
support.
leads him outside and waves down a cab. "Now, you have to sit again. Think you can manage that?" He's enjoying this way too much.
rolls his eyes, opening the cab door and getting inside. Honestly, he isn't that drunk..."Oh, I don't know...it might be difficult with
seats like these~..."
"I know, that's why I'm here. When you fall, I can look so awesome when I get in without a problem." Smirk.
finds the other's cocky attitude rather amusing-he manages to be so without coming off as overly obnoxious. "Right, of course~...good luck
with that~"
pushes England a little. "It has nothing to do with luck." Pfff, okay, he pushed him into the cab. >_>
barely manages to keep from falling, catching himself by throwing his arms out to grab at the sides of the cab. He glares at Prussia over
his shoulder, climbing into the cab and grumbling a few choice swear words. "What does it have to do with, then?"
"Being awesome. Duh." Gets in after him, closing the door and leaning back in the seat, smirking. "You looked silly getting in the cab."
crosses his arms over his chest, scooting to the other side the cab. Well, if he's going to be that way..." I don't see what being
awesome has to do with it..."
"Everything. Besides, you wouldn't understand. You're not nearly as awesome as me."
"...of...course..." He blinks, looking at the albino quizically. No,honestly..what does awesomeness have to do with it??
believes it is a good sign when people agree with him. "So hey. Curious. Did you know I'm dating your kid?" Oh lookit that. Subject change?
eyes get as wide as dinner plates, mouth dropping open. "Y-You mean...one of my colonies?? Which one??"
smirks. "I think it'd be more fun if you guessed." Because Prussia is an asshole.
rolls his eyes, not in the mood to play that silly sort of game. "...it's either America, Canada, Hong Kong, or India, isn't it?"
"One of the four, yep." That really narrows it down.
frowns, really not wanting to have to guess. "...give me a hint, would you?"
smirks. A good hint would be... "He's American." ... Two ways that could be taken, yep.
"American...?" Arthur immediantly assumes the worst, looking annoyed. "A-As in...what??"
"As in 'from the Americas'. Jesus, Eyebrows. I gave you a hint that narrowed it down to two." Now he's just looking amused as all hell.
just stares at him for a minute, unsure of what to think. Whether he's talking about America or Canada....he's still terrified by the
idea!! "...h-how long has this been going on...?"
Preußen
thinks
about it. "A few months? Something like that." Smirks. "What? You look a little scared."
"N-No, I just..." Well...chances are that Alfred would have at least told him, right...? "So...you're dating Matthew?"
grins. "Hey, look at that. You guessed right." Glances away. "Ja, I'm dating him."
England
wonders
if France already knows, too. "I...see...you better be taking care of him, then!!"
snorts. "I'm taking plenty good care of him. I'm kind of... amused that wasn't your first response to the entire situation." Looks at him.
smiles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. "W-Well...honestly, I was just...shocked by the statement in general..."
"I have that effect on people." Smirks over at him. "... plus, I was kind of trying to shock you. I think it's funny."
shrugs, having expected it. "You just enjoy messing with people's heads, don't you...?" He pouts, not thinking it's funny at all.
"A little bit, yeah." Grins. "Come on. Watching you squirm because you thought I was dating the dumbass was hilarious."
"I-I wasn't squirming!! A-And...especially not because I thought you were dating Alfred.." He pouts, furiously denying it.
Trying... so hard... not to laugh... "Right, right. You keep telling yourself that."
flushes a bright red colour, crossing his arms over his chest. "W-Well...it's true...isn't it...?"
"Sure, if you say so." Now he's just trying to be patronizing.
nods, though the answer doesn't satisfy him at all. "O-Of course...why would it bother me...?"
"Because you're crazy?" That's a good reason for anything.
blinks, considering it for a moment. He gets that alot...could it be true? "Don't be ridiculous...what does my sanity have to do with it?"
snorts. "I think... it's hilarious. That you're actually taking me seriously, I mean."
frowns, looking even more confused than before. "What are you going on about...?"
"Absolutely nothing, Arthur. You're so drunk you think I'm talking to you. I've been silent this whole goddamn cab ride."
gapes at him dumbly, honestly unsure as to whether he should believe him or not. "You...what?? S-Stop pulling my leg!!"
Messing with drunk people is way too much fun. "I'm not pulling your leg. You're just talking to yourself..."
let out a soft sigh, resting his head against the cool glass of the cab window. "I see...perhaps I really am mad, after all..."
smirks. "Not too mad. You're really drunk, that's all."
shakes his head, pulling back a bit and rolling the window down to get some fresh air. "Apparently so..."
looks way too amused. It'll be fun to explain how he's dating Canada to him when he's sober. "Just relax, alright? You're almost home."
nods somewhat awkwardly, fairly sure that he won't even remember this conversation tommorow. "Thank goodness...ah, how do you plan to get
home, though..?"
"Dunno. I'll figure something out." Shrugs. He's not too concerned about that.
isn't too suprised by the apathetic response-that's how Prussia usually gets by, isn't it? "Are you sure...? It'll be difficult to get a
plane back to Germany this late, won't it..?"
shrugs again! "I'll get a hotel if I need to."
England
is
amazed at how relaxed Prussia is-it's as though he just expects everything to work for him. "Alright then...is there some way I can help
with that?"
"Nah." Smirks. "I've got the card. That helps with everything." Hehehe.
England
feels
a twinge of sympathy for Prussia's younger brother, but quickly brushes it off. "Ah, alright then...good night, I suppose."
"Mm. Just remember to stop being so... fucking... depressed. Alright? You're a pretty fun guy to drink with."
"Yes, of course...thank you. I'll be sure to do that." He's already feeling a little better, now-perhaps it's the alchohol running through
his veins, but his worries have left him, if only temporarily.
smirks. "Alright. See ya."
waves, going into his house. Well, this was certainly an...interesting evening..