"Hey England!" a familiar voice shouted.
"Yes, Prussia?" the blond Englishman answered the energetic albino.
"You want to go out and get some drinks?" the Prussian asked, poking his head into England's study.
"Sure, just let me get changed first," the blond nation respond. England marked his place in the book he was reading and stood.
"Why are you so ashamed?" Prussia asked, gesturing towards England's black, torn-up skinny jeans, studded belt, and Misfits shirt.
"I feel like some nations would look down on me if they saw me like this," the blond lowered his emerald gaze to the floor.
"That would be so un-awesome of them," Prussia huffed. England smiled a little at the remark.
"Come on, let's go," England chuckled. Prussia silently cheered and followed England out of the house.
After about four glasses of scotch, it was apparent that England had "lost his marbles." He had begun to shout about his frustrations with America, his grudge against France, and his confusion regarding religion.
"Oh my god! What am I? Catholic or Protestant? Does it even matter anymore!?" England uncharacteristically wailed.
"Arthur… I think you've had enough to drink…" the albino Prussian pointed out.
"Bloody Hell no! Two more!" England slurred in protest. Prussia sighed, payed for their drinks, and dragged a shouting, drunk England out of the pub.
Once they arrived back at England's home, the blond clumsily attempted to pin the albino to the wall.
"Arthur… This is not a good idea. You're drunk," Prussia pointed out half-heartedly.
"It's a bloody brilliant idea! Unless you don't want to," England's emerald eyes glanced into Prussia's crimson eyes. The former nation kissed the other European fiercely in response. England kissed back with no hesitation. Prussia guided the drunk man to England's bedroom, where he was pushed onto the bed. England straddled the Prussian's hips, and began to kiss down his neck while unbuttoning his shirt. Prussia moaned softly.
"Gilbert! Antonio and I are going to the pub! Do you want to join?" France shouted, flinging the door open. Both England and Prussia flinched. "Ohonhon, I see you two are having some fun. May I join?" France smirked.
"Hell no you bloody wanker! Get out of my house, you frog!" England shouted, shoving the Frenchman out.
"Well, that ruined the mood," Prussia commented when England returned.
"No kidding…" England groaned in frustration.
"Later?" Prussia asked.
"If the frog doesn't come back," England responded.
"Awesome," Prussia smirked happily.