WARING: YAOI, MPREG, DRUNK COUNTRIES, POSSIBLE, EVERYONE GET this is our first fanfic... enjoy, reviews are appreciated,
"Hey,Germany wanna go to a bar tonight?" Prussia poked at his brother. Germany looked up from his book, nodding no. "C'mon, bruder, drinking beer is awesome, like me!" Prussia squished his brothers face. "Ja, sure I want to go, but I have to stay and watch Italy. He might destroy my kitchen again making pasta." Germany closed his book. "Why dont you bring him with us then?" Prussia was still poking Germany's face, basically begging him to go drinking with him. At the mention of the small Italian, Italy walked into the living room, eating a tomato. "Hey! Italy, you're going drinking with Germany and I tonight." Prussia ran over to Italy and patted his head, Germany just sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. This isn't going to end well, he knew it.
About two hours later the three of them arrived at the bar. Everyone was there, England, France, America, Canada, Russia, China, Japan, Greece, Romano, and Spain. When the three of them walked in, Romano looked over at the door to see who had walked in the bar. As soon as he saw who it was, he became red with anger. Spain had to get up and hold him back. "Come osi portare il mio fratello qui patata mangiare bastardo!'' he started to scream at the top of his lungs at the german. Italy hid behind Germany, "It looks like my fratello is already drunk." Italy whispered into his ear. "Ja, He looks more violent than usual." Germany whispered back. Prussia had ran off to Canada, who was drinking maple syrup shots."Looks like it's just going to be you and me, now italia." Germany was telling Italy as the two of them started walking over to a table.
About an hour and an insane amount of alcohol later…
Everyone was insanely drunk, Prussia had gone home with Canada, leaving Germany and Italy without a ride home. Germany and Italy had to stay in a room at a hotel. Italy had a whole bottle of wine and some sips of Germany's beer. Germany on the other hand had too many beers to count. As the two were trying to get into their room, Germany brushed up against Italy's curl. The Italian shuddered. Germany finally got the door open, and walked in, Italy followed. As soon as the door shut, Italy shoved Germany against the door and was making out with him. They each fought for dominance, Italy had though. His tongue slipped into the German's mouth. Germany put his hand in Italy's hair, pulling on his curl more. Italy ripped off their shirts, and pushed him onto the bed, and continued to take off their clothes.
It was now the morning. The hotel room was trashed, Italy and Germany both woke up with pounding headaches, and not remembering a thing from the night before. Their clothing was discarded all over the floor. Germany's rear-end was sore. The both of them were naked in the bed, their arms and legs were tangled up together. They sat up and inspected the room. There was knocking at the door. "Guten Morgen bruder!" the door swung open and Prussia appeared, in Canada's clothes. "Don't yell, my head is pounding." Germany sunk back into the bed. "Sorry. Hey, why are your clothes on the floor, and why are you two naked?" Prussia pointed to the two of them. Germany and Italy looked at each other and almost screamed. Italy ripped the blanket up to cover his chest. Prussia just laughed at them,"Well, get up and dressed, I'll be in the the car waiting for you two." and he walked out of the room.
As the two got dressed, there was an awkward silence, neither of them had made eye contact either. They checked out of their hotel room, and made their way out to the car, where Prussia was waiting. Italy noticed that Prussia wasn't wearing his usual clothes, instead he was wearing Canada's. "Prussia are you wearing Canada's clothes?" he asked he attempted to get into the car. Prussia's face went as red a tomato, "They got dirty." He hid his face in the red sweat-shirt he had on. As they drove home, all there was was silence. Everyone was too embarrassed to speak. They all knew what had happened last night, there was no need to talk about it. After the awkward ride home they finally arrived to Germany's house. They got out of the car and Germany struggled to unlock the door. When he finally got the door open, he got on the couch and passed out. Italy passed out on top of him, and Prussia didn't make it to the chair and passed out on the coffee table.