really needs to go out and get wasted...anyone want to come along?
could totally go for that. If you're willing to have the most awesome company again.
would be more than willing to have you as a drinking partner again. Same pub as last time?
Preußen
thinks
that sounds like a pretty damn good idea. He'll meet England there.
happily abandons his ever-present mountain of paperwork, grabbing his wallet and a coat before heading out. Tonight will certainly be
interesting~
shows up at the pub after a little while, ruffling his own hair and moving straight to the bar to take a seat and order two beers.
walks in about ten minutes later, moving towards the unmistakeable mop of white hair hovering by the bar. "Long time no see, Prussia." He
remarks, taking the seat beside you.
pushes the second beer towards England without even really looking up, smirking. "Ja, bet you missed me."
gratefully takes the beer, indulging in a decent-sized gulp before rolling his eyes, a quiet chuckle escaping him. "But of course. Everyone
England
needs
a certain amount of awesomeness in their lives."
"People like you especially." Grins as he takes another drink and then makes a small "oh" sound as he remembers something and
pulls a chick out of his pocket, setting it on the counter and patting its head.
arches an eyebrow, taking another long draught from the bottle. Ah, yes, that's the stuff..."And what,pray tell, do you mean by that?" He
stares curiously at the chick, hesitantly reaching over to poke it.
The chick peeps at England and then goes about preening itself a little, obviously a little bit ruffled from the ride in the pocket. "Oh,
nothing bad. Just that you're not awesome yourself, so you need awesome company sometimes to make your life less boring."
"Oi, I'm plenty awesome enough. Just because I don't go around announcing it on a daily basis doesn't mean I'm not." He smiles again, a
combined result of the adorable behavior of the chick and the magical (in his opinion, at least) properites of the alchohol.
snorts into his drink and pats the chicks head a little bit again. "You keep telling yourself that. You know you'll never be as awesome as
me anyway."
waves at the bartender for another drink, thinking that, really, Prussia's the one in denial about his 'awesomeness', not him. "Oh? But
you've got no evidence to back that up, do you~?"
"Oh, I got plenty of evidence." Gestures to himself. "And here it is. Look at that. Look how fucking beautiful that is."
relaxes in his seat a bit, the familiar buzz of alchohol already starting to affect him. "Hm...no, all I see is a slightly-too-pale,
obnoxious albino~"
laughs. That was an amusing statement. "A bit redundant to call me pale and albino, don't you think?" Leans back. "I'm thinking you just
don't know what you're looking at."
lightly circles the rim of the bottle with a finger, humming absently. "Just a bit, but it gets my point across, doesn't it~? Whatever it
takes to get through that ego-centric skull of yours~"
snorts. "You want to get through my skull? That's a little kinky, even for you." Hum, what? Drinks more beer. >_>
rolls his eyes, taking a quick glance around the bar. Really full house tonight, which is odd for a Tuesday.."Says the man pratically in
love with a dead king, hm~?"
Wait, what? "... the fuck did you just say?" Stares at him.
pauses for a moment, wondering if he's crossed a line. "...you heard me."
Yeah, you kind of have... -_-; "Ja, I just want you to say it again, so I can get it good in my mind before I hit you."
England
gives
a nervous laugh, the tactless sound brought on by the amount of alchohol in his veins. "Oh, yeah..? I'd like to see you try that~"
looks away. And then casually reaches for England's hair to tug it.
winces and glares at you, even though he knows he deserves it. "Ow! What was the for, tosser??"
lets go of England's hair and just points a finger in his face. "... don't ever talk about Old Fritz like that again. Got it?"
reaches up to brush his hair back into place, out of obsessive-compulsive habit, with little success. Prussia's tone of voice is telling him
that, for the sake of his life, he better agree..."Er...yes, of course. I'm sorry. Won't happen again."
smirks. "... want another beer?" Finishes his off and flags down the bartender again.
moves his attention back to his now empty bottle. "...yes, if you don't mind. I think I'm going to need it."
"I think you always need more beer." Orders a couple more then swivels in his chair. "So what's up with you?"
reaches for one of the bottles, trying to grab it without sliding off the stool. "I've been...decent, I suppose. Yourself?"
snorts. "I'm better than normal. Anything interesting happened lately?" Starts in on his new beer.
inwardly wonders if anything ever gets Prussia down...or if he's just a bundle of never ending obscenity. "That's..good. Oh, well, there's
...quite a bit going on, you could say."
"Ooooh?" What's that? Prussia likes gossip? Damn right! It's possible blackmail. "Like what?"
honestly wonders why everyone around him seems intent on getting bloody blackmail. "...nothing in particular." He replies lightly, hoping
to come off as nonchalant.
"Nuh-uh, come on. I'm your pal, right? You can tell me shit." ... drinking buddies are pals, yeah?
can't help but give you a slightly skepitcal look. "...yes, I suppose so. Nonetheless, I'd...rather not talk about it until it's settled."
rolls his eyes. "Oh alright. Be that way." More drinking, yep.
nods absently, opening another beer. "So...how's your brother..?"
"Oh West? Uh, alright I guess." Shit. When was the last time he saw West? Uhhh... probably explaining why the couch had semen stains... uh..
"That's good...what about Spain and France?" He says those last two names with slight hesitation-the former because he's never really been
forgiven for the 'armada sinking incident', and the latter because he 'hates' the frog.
"Great, great." Pauses, then smirks. "Though you'd probably know more about Francis than me."
can feel his face flush slightly, but his pride can allow him, at least, to blame it on the alchohol. "Er...w-what are you implying..?"
griiiiins. "Oh, nothing that isn't true." Finishes off his beer and flags the bartender for another.
England
is
more than slightly unnverved by the seemingly knowing grin on your face, slumping down in his seat a bit. "Meaning?"
Oh, this is way too much fun. "Meaning, I know exactly what you've done with Francis." Yeaaah.
chokes on his beer, the bottle dropping to the floor as a hand moves to hit himself against his chest. "Y-You-what??"
"Hey, watch it!" Looks at the bottle... "That's alcohol abuse... Bartender! We need a shot." Pause. "Gin."
glares at you for a moment, opening and closing his mouth like a fish before finding his voice. "W-What the hell was that about?!"
"You spilled your alcohol. I'm getting you a penalty shot. That's what that was about." Yeah, he's being an ass on purpose.
isn't sure whether to frown or say 'thank you'-either way, he's probably digging himself a hole. "...that's not what I meant, git."
smirks. "I know." Grabs the shot of gin and holds it out to England. "Penalty shot first. You don't abuse alcohol, Eyebrows."
takes the shot, shooting you a glare for good measure before knocking it back. "Yes, yes, I know...and quit calling me that, would you?"
"Never." Picks up his beer. "And Francis told me. He's kind of my best friend, you know."
makes a mental note to throttle the frog next time he sees him. Not that the git ever really visits, anyway..."...is that so? Went on and
on about how horrible of a shag I was, I'm sure...damnit, I need more alchohol."
snickers. "It would be so much fun to tell you that's exactly what he said, but..." Shrugs and finishes off his beer. "I've been trying
to be ... uh, different." That was awkward to say. "He was really fucking pleased about it. In a good way."
waves to the bartender for another shot of gin-he's still not completely willing to talk, so he's obviously not drunk enough yet. "Well,
thank you for your...honesty." He says with slight chagrin, giving the albino a curious look. "O-Oh, er...was he really..?"
orders a shot as well - uh, tequila, idk - and smirks at England. "Ja. He wouldn't stop fangirling about it."
can't help but laugh at the use of the word fangirling, knocking back the second shot of gin. "Really, now...I might have to have a talk
with him, then."
"Oh you should. And fuck him again. It makes him more tolerable." ... motions for the bartender to just leave the bottle of tequila
here, thank you very much. Does a shot.
England
feels
the gin halt half-way down his throat, choking and spluttering again. "H-Have some tact, will you?!" He cries, setting the glass down on the
counter. "...more tolerable? How do you mean?"
smirks. "Tact is for pussies." Pours himself another shot. "And I mean... he's less mopey. You know how he gets. With all the fucking
melodrama."
stares at you for a moment, trying to picture, in the back of his mind, France moping...about him? "Er...I know how he can be, but why
would...ahem. He doesn't actually care that much, does he..?"
Preußen
gives
England a look that clearly says: 'are you serious?' "You've... met Francis, haven't you? I mean, you were actually physically in the
room with him when you fucked him, right? Do you seriously think he doesn't care about you?" And people think he's dense.
frowns at that, abandoning his alchohol momentarily in favour of crossing his arms over his chest. "Of course I have!! I've known the frog
for almost all my bloody life..." Now he's looking genuinely confused. "...doesn't he hate me, though? That is, we're...er...always
fighting and..." Hell, even his own protests are sounding weak. So much for remaining forever in denial..
raises an eyebrow slowly. "I'm pretty sure Francis isn't happy with someone if he can't fight with them. Aaaand, drink more. It'll all make
sense when you're drunk." Pours England a shot of tequila too.
can understand that, and notices that it seems to be a recurring trait in nations-the need for some sort of conflict. How predictable. "I
suppose that makes...sense." Or not, but he'll gladly drink until it does.
takes his shot and then grits his teeth. "Always better without the chaser. Always." Like he's trying to convince himself.
arches an eyebrow at that, ordering a few more shots of gin. "Is that so? Seems to me as though you can't handle it~"
... glares. "I can handle anything." Yeah. He's BAMF.
waves at the bartender, calling for a bottle of straight vodka. "Anything? Really~?"
Don't be that guy, England. ;A; Wasn't expecting him to pull out the heavy guns. "... a-anything." SHIT, DID HE JUST STUTTER??
England
gives
him something between a smirk and a sympathetic look, pouring them both a shot of the 'Russian water'. "Well, we'll see about that, won't
we~?"
looks at the glass. But doesn't make a move to reach for it. Just watches it. And there might be some small horror in his eyes.
hesitantly reaches over, tugging on your arm. "Erm...Prussia? Are you alright?"
jumps a little at the touch... Then shakes his head and tries to grin with his usual cockiness. "I'm fine. Let's do this." Grabs the glass.
Oh SHIT, he can smell it...
can't help but feel as though he's crossed another line, but he knows from years of dealing with Alfred that, if he says anything about it,
you'll be all the more likely to go through with it. "...alright then." Knocks back the shot, a burning sensation spreading through his
mouth before making it's way down his throat and into his stomach.
raises the glass to his lips, but the smell is overwhelming and he just... lowers the glass again. Takes a deep breath and plugs his
nose before downing the shot in one go.
slowly breathes in and out, the burning feeling gradually settling down. "Well...it certainly didn't taste, good, but...blast, that stuff
England
is
strong, hm~?" He laughs, clapping Prussia on the shoulder.
coughs at the clap and quickly sets the glass down, looking... mildly ill, actually.
"...Prussia?" He asks hesitantly, wondering if he should take you to the bathroom. "Are you alright?"
doesn't respond for a few moments and then just... shoves the glass across the counter, listening to it crash as it hits the ground on the
other side. That's a satisfying sound. "... I'm fine," he finally manages, though he still looks a little green.
jumps at the loud shattering sound, now sort-of regretting ordering the vodka. Probably wasn't his best decision of the evening.."Erm,
right...would you like some water, then?"
"I only drink water when I wanna sober up. I need more beer." Beer is the only way to get this godawful taste out of his mouthg!
mouth!****
(... where'd that g come from...?)
"...beer it is, then." He orders a dozen or so bottles, putting them on his tab. Hell, at this rate they'll both end up unconcious on the
street..that ought to be fun.
That would be a blast. Picks up the first beer he can reach and downs it in one very long drink.
grabs a bottle and absently begins to nurse it. Considering he's still slightly sober, he should probably call someone to ask them to be
his and Prussia's designated driver...
would be sad if England did that. XD Finishes off the one bottle and picks up another one. "Gott, I can still taste it." Makes a face. "How
does someone invent a liquor so awful?"
doesn't see why...you don't actually want to sleep in on the streets, do you? "It's...not really that bad, is it? It's actually rather
strong, so I would think you would like it..."
continues making a face. "Ugh, nein. I've gotten sick on it too many times..." And all against his own will.
encouragingly pushes another bottle of beer towards you. "Ah, I see...sorry about that, then."
waves a hand. "No problem. It was dumb of me to even try drinking it." ... yep, he's drunk. Admitting that he was dumb never happens.
England
feels
something click in the back of his brain-the Iron Curtain...West and East Germany, with Russia taking-"Oh, bloody hell.." He murmurs
aloud, muffling the exclamation with the lip of the beer bottle. "Ahem..right.."
looks over at him and raises an eyebrow. "... are you talking to your stupid ass fairies again?"
England
gives
him a withering look, finishing off the rest of the beer. "They are not stupid, thank you very much...and no, I'm talking to...er...myself
." Well, that doesn't help his argument for sanity...
And that eyebrow goes higher. "... aren't they an extension of yourself or... something?"
England
wonders
if he can get you drunk enough to see the faeries..."No, they're...faeries. They're their own...beings. Right."
shakes his head. "I'm pretty sure... some smart... German asshole studied this shit and... yeah, no, they're an extension of yourself."
decides that he hasn't had enough to drink and reaches for another bottle. "...are you implying that I'm mad, Prussia?"
snorts into his beer and starts laughing. "Aren't we fucking all?"
stares at you for a moment before chuckling quietly, raising the half-empty (or is it half-full?) bottle. "I'll drink to that~"
grins and taps his own glass against England's. "Damn right you will." What does that even mean? Doesn't matter. Drinks.
quickly finishes off the rest of the beer, letting out a quiet, contented sigh. Yes, he really needs to go out drinking more often.."And
everything else, hm~?"
laughs, picking up some more beer and holding one out to England. "And more beyond that." Yep. That made perfect sense.
gratefully takes the bottle,popping it open even though he knows he's probably had more than enough. "Indeed~ You're not wasted enough~?"
"I don't think... any person in the world... is ever wasted enough." Starts drinking this new beer just as quickly as the rest.
laughs, thinking you've pretty much proved his point. "Really? Even when they drink enough to pass out~?"
shakes his head. "You've done it wrong if you get there."
arches an eyebrow at that. "Oh? What's the 'right' way to do it, then?"
leans in, conspiratorial all of a sudden. "... you drink forever... and never go to sleep. Ever."
personally thinks that is the dumbest thing a person can do with alchohol. "...I see. Sounds like fun."
"It fucking is." Drinks more. "... we need more shots!" Pours out some tequila.
(Now I want to make a de-motivational poster with a picture of drunk!England that says 'DRINKING:Ur doin' it wrong!')
(XD!!!)
stares at you for a moment before shaking his head, staggering to his feet and grabbing your arm. "Actually, I think we need to go home."
protests lightly. "The hell are you doing?"
tugs you towards the door. "Calling you a cab and sending your arse home."
"Hey, hey, no! I haven't gotten the fucking vodka taste out of my mouth!" But he's stumbling a little as England drags him.
"Then you should have gotten water." He replies almost absently, pulling out his phone. Let's see...he'll call Prussia's brother to pick
him up, and then...perhaps America is free right now..?
grabs England's sleeve and tries to yank his phone away from any... dialable position. "Wait, stop... dun do that."
frowns, lightly pushing your hand away. "Come off it, Prussia...why not? You're plenty drunk enough."
tries to stand up a little straighter. "... I don't wanna go home yet..."
lowers his phone for a moment, giving you a curious look. "...why not?"
"Because... I don't... I dunno! Because it's just like every other day ever and I don't wanna be there." Yeah, sense-making.
tries to make sense out of that, but...it just doesn't seem like that much of a reason to him. "I...see. Where do you want to go, then?"
waves his hand. Now that he's standing, he's realizing more and more just how much he had to drink. "Anywhere else..."
starts to walk down the street in a random direction, deciding that he can put up with that for a little while. "...alright, then."
leans only a little on England, and only for a short while, before he starts smirking and ambling around on his own. "It's nice out."
makes sure to keep an eye on you, lest you wander off to the road and get run over. It'd be hell to explain that to Canada..."Mm, it is..
for once."
winds up leaning against a wall and just kind of standing there. "... I like this. I haven't done it in a while."
stops and backtracks, sitting down on a convieniently placed bench not too far away. "Oh..? You don't get to relax like this too often..?"
"Relax?" Snorts. "That's not what I'm talking about." Meanders to the bench and flops down right next to
England. "I'm talkin' about spontaneity."
scoots over a bit to make room, staring at you for a moment. "...spontaneity, hm? Ah, I see...you're right, it's rather nice."
scooots closer. "Why'd you move away?" Pff.
"To make room." He replies, eyeing you warily. "It's also rather warm tonight, so.."
snickers. "It's not that warm. 'sides, I like it warm." Sooo drunk.
England
is
sincerely doing his best to ignore any intentional innuendo there. "Er...right. If you say so."
"Hey... d'you ever just want to... fuck everything up... because it's all so boring?" Philosophical, except not.
"...sometimes." He admits, leaning back and staring up at the sky. "But...then I realize that things are already fucked up, and can't help
but wish for...a little bit of peace..."
... snorts. "You're too deep." Leans on England a little... and then just lets his head fall on the other's shoulder.
reaches up, awkwardly patting the top of your head. "I get that alot...I suppose I think too much."
"Nah. I just don't think you got what I was saying." Turns his head and... nips England's neck a little.
immediantly jumps off the bench, looking down at you with wide eyes. "W-What the bloody hell was that?!"
falls over a little, but looks up and smirks. "The fuck do you think it was? That's probably what it was."
England
is
doing his best not to panic. "I-It looked like you were trying to make a pass at me!!" He pauses, taking a deep breath. "...right. You're
just drunk. This is what I meant when I said you needed to go home."
snickers. "Hey, looks like you're not as fucking dense as you seem. C'mon, what's wrong with it?"
can't help but sort of hope that this is just one of those extremely bizarre dreams..."What are you going on about?! What isn't wrong
with it?!"
sits himself up. "There's nothing wrong with it. We're nations, aren't we? We're allowed to fuck around."
glares at you, crossing his arms over his chest. "Being a nation does not give you the right to ignore morals. What would Matthew say?!"
Now he stands up, lifting his shoulders. "Dunno. I told him I'm not the faithful type. And fuck, I've been so loyal so far that it's
getting... boring."
just gives you a deadpanned look, one that says I-can't-believe-the-words-coming-out-of-your-mouth. "That..has got to be the largest load of
bullocks I've ever heard."
looks amused. "You can think that all you want. It's fucking how I work. What? If you don't wanna fuck, that's fine. I'll go find someone
else."
throws his hands up in distress, not sure what to think. "The hell you will! I don't even...what is wrong with you? Why would you even
do something like that??"
grins. "Because I want to. Because I can't be fucking tied down. That's part of who I am. Or has everyone in this fucking world
forgotten all about me?" Suddenly, he seems angry.
blinks, hesitantly taking a step forward. Obviously, there's alot more to this then meets the eye...or perhaps the alchohol has just made
you bipolar, he really doesn't know. "Of...of course not. People know very well who you are, considering how often you remind us.."
"Oh yeah, tell that to the asshole south of Mattie." Snorts and runs a hand through his hair. "Fuck it, never mind. I'll go home and
fucking masturbate or something."
frowns, feeling something twitch inside of him. "Don't you dare talk about Alfred that way." He sighs, pulling out his cellphone again and
pulling up Germany's number. "No, you're going to go to your brother's house and sober up."
rolls his eyes, then storms over to snatch his phone. "You act like his house and my house are different places, dummkopf."
snatch Arthur's* phone that is.
(-flail-)
England
gives
you another dissaproving look,reaching to grab his phone back. "Don't be unreasonable...you're probably going to regret this entire bloody
evening later, you know."
"Unlikely." Fuck, something feels weird. Why does something feel weird? Runs his hand through his hair again. Then
frowns. And pats his pocket. The frown deepens. Hold on... what is he forgetting...?
"Don't start faking apathy on me, now." He makes another grab for his phone, thinking that he probably should have been home an hour or so
ago. "...something wrong?"
doesn't fight England, let's him take the phone and... "... GILBIRD!" O_O He forgot the bird! Suddenly starts running back towards the bar.
watches you run off, staring down at his phone for a moment before slipping it in his pocket, running after you. "Prussia, where are you
going?! You can't just run off!! You don't even know where you are!!"
takes a turn, then blinks. "Which way was the bar...?? I left my chick there!" ;A;
"Your...chick?" Oh, right, the small, yellow fluffy thing an hour and twenty-something bottles earlier..."Er, it's this way." Grabs your arm
and pulls you in the opposite direction.
follows. And doesn't even mind the arm-grabbing, because he's fucking panicking right about now.
walks back into the bar, relieved to see that they haven't quite closed yet, but there's at least no more alchohol left for you to further
ruin yourself with. "On the counter, right?"
"That's where I put him, yeah." Goes to the bar... and starts poking around desperately. "Gilbird? Gilbird!"
follows you over to counter, looking for a small ball of yellow fluff. "...you don't suppose someone took him home, do you?"
"If they did I'll fucking kill 'em." Suddenly spots the chick in a bowl of peanuts and snatches it up. "Oh thank God..." Chick-hugging tiem.
sits down on one of the stool's, ignoring the dissaproving glare from the bartender, whose currently trying to close up. "...wonderful. I
can call your brother to bring you home now, right?"
pets the chick and holds it close. "..." Looks at England. Then just grimaces. "Ja, fine, whatever the fuck you wanna do..."
looks rather relieved, getting up and going back outside the bar. "Good...look, erm...thank you for...tonight, I suppose. Even if you did a
few...crazy things, it was still...nice."
places Gilbird very carefully on top of his own head and then looks at England. "Everyone needs a little something like me in their life...
don't you think?" He actually sounds almost... sad.
pauses, staring at you for a moment-a small wave of something akin to guilt shoots through him, and he nods slowly. "...yes. Yes, I
believe we all do at times."
"Heh. Good." Reaches up to pet the chick and looks away from England, seemingly uninterested anymore.
shrugs, finally pulling out his phone and dialing Germany's number. Hopefully the Kraut will actually pick up.."Yes, of course.."
Deutschland
was
busy trying to figure out a way to get his credit cards re-instated without a certain someone finding out and maxing them all
out once more, and the phone call is quite a surprise, but he does pick up. "Hallo, this is Ludwig."
lets out a sigh of relief, leaning back against the nearest wall. "Ah, yes...Germany? This is Britain...your brother is here in London, with
me and he's...very drunk. Would you mind coming to take him home?"
Deutschland
wonders
vaguely how Gilbert got out there in the first place before sighing a bit. Leaning back in his chair, he pinches the bridge of his nose
before replying. "Ja, I'll come get him. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, please."
glances to his right to make sure Prussia is still there, relieved to see that he, at least, has yet to run into traffic and try to befriend
a semi-truck. "Yes, of course...just get here quickly, please."
can't help but become a little worried at the apparent urgency of the situation. Has Gilbert hurt himself...? "Right, I'll be there
shortly." And, with that, he hangs up, abandoning his work and figuring out out to get there as quickly as possible.
slips his phone back into his pocket, slumping back against the wall. Really, he's not sober enough for this...then again, he's not nearly
as wasted as he was when he left the bar. Hell...all he can do now is wait for Germany to arrive."
(...ignore that quotation mark. ahem.)
just simply sat there and pretended not to pay attention as England spoke with West. Now he shifts a little and looks up, smirking. "So...
little brother's coming to save me, huh?"
blinks, glancing over at Prussia. "...'save' you? I don't know if I'd call it that, considering you aren't in any immediate danger, but..
yes, he's coming here to pick you up."
(Plurk just loooves to let me know when you reply. -_-; )
"Ja, ja, it was a joke. Lighten the fuck up." Scowls at the counter a little bit.
(Blugh, I know the feeling. D
awkwardly clears his throat, leaning back and staring up at the night sky. "..erm, right. Sorry.."
sits still for a long time... then suddenly gets up, marches over to England, grabs his face, and staaaares at him.
(... and lemme know if that's not okay. OTL)
(Pfft, it's fine. :3 I'm tolerant of just about...everything when it comes to this fandom~)
blinks, jerking away out of instinct and feeling more than slightly creeped out at the intesity of the stare. "E-Erm...Prussia..?"
"Just... hold fucking still for a moment, okay?" ... He's still drunk enough to desperately want to do something stupid.
swallows rather nervously, the illogical part of him that's survived from his punk-rock days making him actually listen for once and stand
still as ordered, looking rather uncomfortable. "..what are you doing..?"
pauses. Stares for a few moments longer. "Something stupid." Then he leans in quickly to kiss England.
England
feels
his eyes get wide enough to nearly pop out of his sockets, a hand shooting out to shove Prussia's chest and push him away. "W-W-Wha-?!"
stumbles back a little and rubs at his chest. "What was that for? ... my kissing's not that bad. Or bad at all, dammit."
hurriedly shakes his head, snapping his mouth shut when he realizes that he's gaping. "Wha...y-you git! Your...your kissing skill has
nothing to bloody do with it!! You just...you just...agh!!"
grins a little. "Have I actually driven you to speechlessness?" Goes to ruffle his own hair... meets the chick... stops. "... come on, it's
all for fun. Don't you ever just... wanna make out with someone 'cause you're having fun with 'em?"
isn't sure whether to be extremely pissed or utterly infuriated. That's just...oh, hell. "No, I haven't. And if you were slightly more
sober, Prussia, you would know that that was the alchohol talking."
snorts. "Not really. You're just too uptight for the fun side of life." Goes to lean against a wall. "Whatever. I'll find someone else to
make out with."
frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. "There are two types of fun, you know...I prefer to stay away from the unhealthy sort. And you
won't be going anywhere-you're going to stay right here until your brother arrives."
looks amuuused. "I'll just wait for West then." Hum, hum... taps his arm. "Maybe I'll make out with West."
England
feels
the sudden urge to beat his head against the wall. "...I'm not entirely sure he would appreciate that."
"You don't know West well, do you?" Griiiiin. He's just trying to be disconcerting now. -_-; He's upset that England pushed him away.
blinks, giving you a confused stare before slowly shaking his head. "I...suppose I don't know him very well on a personal level.
Nonetheless, he's your brother..."
"So? Doesn't seem to stop... most everyone else." West would not be a fun lover, no... "What're you so uptight about? I wouldn't be
kissing you anymore, would I?"
"Well, no...but that doesn't mean I'd be alright with you going off and making a loud of careless mistakes. Especially considering I'm
responsible for your current lack of sense..."
suddenly glares. "You're not responsible for anything that has anything to do with me." Pushes off of the wall he's supporting and goes to
storm away.
can't help but think that he may have hit a very strong nerve,immediantly going after you. "Bloody hell,Prussia,did I not just tell you
that you have to stay here? Where are you going?"
"I'm going... somewhere. I dunno." Still storming, yep.
reaches over to grab hold of your wrist,letting out a quiet sigh. "No,I don't think you are."
tries to shake England off. "I just... wanna be somewhere else. Is that too much to ask?"
simply shakes his head in response. "Unfortunately. Your brother's coming for you,remember?"
"Don't care. West can find me again later." Tries to jerk his arm away now.
lets your arm go for the sake of avoiding a brawl. "...that sounds rather...inconsiderate."
"Ja, well... you're dumb." Yeaaaah. Good insult. Turns to start walking away again.
rolls his eyes at that,following you because he can. "...really,now."
"Really. Because who other than a dumb person turns down free make-outs?"
"Oh, I don't know...a person with morals who doesn't want to 'make out' with just anyone?"
turns around. "Am I 'just anyone' then?"
blinks,stopping in his tracks. "W-Well...considering I don't have romantic feelings for you..technically,yes."
rolls his eyes and turns to start walking again. "What does.. romantic feelings have to do with it?"
hesitates for a moment before following. "Because..those are the sorts of things you do with someone you love."
"Or... they're the things you do to relieve stress. Or get laid. Or have a little bit of fucking fun."
"...sounds like a perfectly good way to ruin your heart and your body."
makes a disgusted noise. "Because that fucking matters. I'm fucking immortal, aren't I?"
stops again,wondering why he's even following you at this point. "...yes, but you are still a human,not a monster or a machine."
(I... I am so sorry if this comes off as rude, but... r-really, the second person style is quite disconcerting to read...)
(/flails S-Sorry about that... ^^; When role-playing, I tend to switch from third...to second...to first...and it can be somewhat confusing
and...mreh. I'm keep it in third, yea..? :3)
(Yes please. ;A; It's just so much less confusing and... story-telling like that way. Thank you. <3)
(Durp...haha, you've certainly got a point there. Alright, will do~)
spins around, coming to a stop as well. "Nein!! I am a nation! And as such, I am not inclined to do things the way that a lowly human
would!"
flinches, the words hitting him extremely close to home. "But we're still human, aren't we?" He narrows his eyes in response to
Prussia's words, shaking his head. "Lowly humans? How can you say something like that?"
"I can say whatever I want! I'm above all of you! E-even you!" Shit, he's stuttering. "... FUCK. Where the fuck is West??"
pulls out his phone to check for a message or missed call, but...nothing. It's late, and he really doesn't want to have to deal with a
drunk Prussia right now..."...right. Of course. He should be here by now...mm."
as if on cue, Germany arrives on the scene. He's driving particularly slowly as he'd been trying to keep an eye out for Prussia and England,
not having actually found out where they were before leaving. Once he spots them, he pulls up and steps out of the car. "Is everything
all right...?"
had opened his mouth to further... yell. But upon seeing Germany, he just lets out an explosive sigh and stomps towards the
car. "C'mon, West, we're going." Tries to climb into the driver's seat.
lets out a barely audible sigh of relief,glancing over at Germany and trying to convey just how grateful he is to the other man for
finally showing up and giving him a break. "Y-Yes, everything's...fine. Good evening,Germany."
"Good evening- Gilbert, you're not driving." He sighs, his attention quickly turning to his brother. At least it didn't look like anything
too worrying had happened. After lightly trying to shoo Gilbert to the passenger's seat, he looks back to Arthur. "I hope he didn't
cause too much trouble."
"But West! I'm cool to drive, see??" Wobbles. "Ja! Like that." ... but winds up in the passenger seat anyway -__-;;
"...trouble? No, not at all...he behaved himself rather well." Arthur lies, deciding that he may as well keep the evening's...incidents a
secret,for the sake of preventing an odd sort of scandal. "I'm sorry you had to come and get him...was it too much trouble?"
finds that a tiny bit hard to believe, but won't press the issue. "No, not at all." He pauses for a moment, trying to think of something
more to say. "Thank you for keeping an eye on him." Awkward. Yeah.
whines! "Come on, West. I'm so pissed at this guy I could... I could piss or something, I dunno! Come oooon."
Yeah. Awesome.
nods politely,thinking that he's probably going to have to walk home...which isn't the most brilliant idea, considering how 'safe' London is
this late at night. "Ah, you're welcome. Take...erm...good care of him, I suppose."
"You take care, too." He turns back to his brother as he gets back into the driver's seat. "Wait, you're what...?"
"Pissed, dammit! So just drive! Fuck!" Sulks in the passenger seat.
SUUUULK
starts down the familiar path back to his house,absently humming 'Greensleeves' along the way. Hopefully, he won't even remember any of
this come tommorow..