AN: Hey, what's up guys? It's been a million years since I've uploaded, and I thought I'd write a new story. I just recently started playing Team Fortress Two, and I'm obsessed. So I thought, why not write some fanfiction? Well, here you go. Enjoy!
I woke up to a pounding head and a pounding heart. I didn't know how to react, I couldn't see anything until I hit my head on a table.
"What the bloody hell happened last night?!" I exclaimed, wincing at my own voice.
I saw the funniest/most concerning scene I have ever seen my team be in. A state of being drunk and mad. Maybe a few drugs had been passed out last night.
Demoman had passed out in the kitchen sink, and was unconsciously drinking some of my brandy I passed out last night, from what I remembered. I giggled a little bit at that.
Then I heard banging in the locker room and a New Jersey mouth using profanity I'm pretty sure has never existed. Apparently Scout managed to get locked in my locker? Or maybe Heavy shoved him in there while drunk. I really don't know. When I got Scout out, he tapped me with his beer bottle, and that hurt like a bitch.
Heavy and Engineer were passed out in the main foyer, as I expected. Spy was smoking a cigarette outside, enjoying the newly come Spring weather.
"Spy, do ya remember what happened last night, mate? I can't remember a bloody thing, hehe" I asked the Spy, rubbing my head a bit to ease up some pain.
"Everyone was so drunk last night, zat I just went to bed. No point on getting in zat mess, yes?" the Spy said in his usual formal voice.
I nodded and heard muffled screaming a couple yards away from the front yard. I looked over the corner of a building to see Pyro having one of his schizophrenic episodes again. I came to find he wasn't really screaming, but squealing as he chased a bird around. Wait, that was my owl!
I slapped one hand on Pyro's shoulder, because se was about to light Hoots with a match.
"Geta grip on yerself, mate! Snap outta it!"I yelled.
Pyro's head shook as he realized he was outside. He put one hand to his head, as if checking for blood. He looked at me in a way that I felt apologetic, even if he had the stupid mask on.
"Irmmph drommnt remrmbr ammysinnng" Pyro's muffled voice came out.
"I know, me either, mate" I muttered back,"Let's get ya back inside, though. Get everyone back up on their feet."
I went inside with Pyro, and he ran off to wake everyone up. Soldier walked past me holding Scout by the shirt, screaming orders in his face.
Let's see am I missing someone? Demoman, Scout, Heavy, Engineer, Spy, Pyro, Soldier.. Ah yes! The Medic. I never really had a relationship. He's quiet, never talks to many people.
I walked to his white room and heard nothing inside. But, out of courtesy, I knocked on his door. I heard some German, and came to see a very sleepy German doctor open the door.
"Eh? Was willst du, Liebe? I mean, vat do you vant, Sniper?" Medic corrected himself.
"Crikey, ya look really tired. I don't think you drank last night, did ya, mate?" I asked him politely.
Medic put on a guilty face. I could smell whiskey on his breath. He pulled out a small bottle of German style whiskey.
"You vant another drink? I don't think it vould hurt" the Medic mentioned slyly.
"Well, awrite, then. If ya want, mate" I shrugged.
I walked inside a room that I don't think I've really stepped inside. Perfect white. Super clean, which didn't surprise me. A separate room for the doves. There was also a piano. Which pretty much surprise me. I never thought that Medic would ever play piano.
"Also bin ich gestern abend über zwei Schüsse Whisky gegangen" Medic spoke.
"Huh? You gotta stop speaking so much German, mate. I can't understand ya." I pointed out to him.
"Oh, sorry mein friend. I just said zhat I had passed out over two shots of vhiskey last night. I don't know vhy I keep going into German. It's pretty abnormal. Maybe cause I passed out? I don't know." Medic went on.
"Oh, haha. You haven't drank in a while, have ya? Me neither, but I have a pretty strong tolerance." I answered back.\
There was an awkward silence as Medic poured out a drink for me. He slid it over to me.
"Hattest du jemals deutschen Whisky? I mean, have you ever had German whiskey?" Medic asked politely.
"Nah, but I'd be delighted to try some, mate" I said politely and brought the glass to my lips.
"Man. This tastes like everything pure mixed into a drink. What the hell is this made of?" I exclaimed.
"Haha! Das ist eine Hölle einer Antwort, mein Freund! Es ist ziemlich gut, nicht wahr? Ugh, I meant it's one Hell of a drink, huh?" Medic chuckled.
"Yeah! Can I have another?" I asked, my vision already getting blurry.
"Don't forget about me! I vant some too" Medic answered happily.
Soon enough, we drank and talked so much, the time passed, and then we passed out. But before it all, I remember one slight memory. I wanted to ask what he first said to me.
"Hey, mate, what does 'Was willst du, Liebe' mean? I remember you saying it when I first talked to you earlier" I asked curiously.
"Ah, it means 'Vhat do you vant, Love' in German. Who said zhat to you? Zhey must really like you to say zhat!" Medic sang out before falling into a soft sleep.
I blushed and lay next to the sleeping doctor, brushing his ruffled hair back into order. I held him in my arms. I remember him cuddling back, as if he was never asleep in the first place.
"G'night, Love" I whispered before falling asleep myself.
That was just one night in this German doctor's room I will never forget.
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