Drunken Answers

Summary: Lelouch and Rolo go to the bar. They end up having a conversation that changes the world.

Lelouch had gone out last night with Rolo to a bar. They had drunk themselves…well, drunk. It was currently three in the morning and both of them were half-asleep on the table.

Lelouch turned his head towards Rolo and said "I have a question."

Rolo turned his head towards his brother and said "What is it?"

"You know how we're all Britannian and better than the Eleven's and all that?"

"…Yeah."

"You know Villeta right?"

"Yes, she's a teacher back at Ashford Academy."

"I just realized she's black."

"…So?"

"Aren't Britannian people supposed to be white and talk with accents and say "Good show, Fish and chips and all that?"

"I don't know," Rolo replied trying to push off the table and failing.

"Villeta's black so how is she Britannian?"

"…Honorary Britannian?"

"I don't remember us taking over Africa."

"Who cares?"

"Good point… Shouldn't we be showing racial discrimination towards her?"

"That's just racist."

"What about the Eleven's?" Lelouch asked his brother.

Rolo shrugged and fell asleep again. Lelouch picked himself up turned towards the street and said "I have another question."

"What is it?"

"If we are supposed to be from Britannia, then why do we speak Japanese?"

Rolo opened his mouth to answer but went quiet. "You know... I… don't know."

"What if Britannia has lied to us? What if there is no such thing as Eleven's or Britannian's?"

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing."

"Good philosophy, brother. Wanna go home?"

"Sure, my head hurts from thinking too much."

Rolo grabbed Lelouch's arm and pulled him out the door. The next day both of them spent the day suspiciously looking at Villeta.

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