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Quick notes:

-Belle Berger is the name we are using for Belgium's Nation-tan because she has no official one

-Though this is the introduction to this story the following chapters, while taking place at her bar, are independent one-shots and may or may not be linked to each other.

-Continued in end notes…

Belle Berger, (known as Belgium) like many of the other Nation-tans, had her own hobby, a pet project that she partook in to relax. Elizaveta had her photography, Alfred his movies, Arthur his embroidery, and she liked to tend her bar. She found a certain enjoyment in serving up a pint of her countries Leffe, Kriek, and Shiimake. She also found something comforting about mixing drinks, keeping everything in order, and playing the agony aunt for someone. The later was particularly important to her.

With most of the drunken confessionals she heard from patrons, she played a priestly role by simply listening, assessing the situation, and giving advice that she felt was suiting. Belle was never one to stand out in a crowd and as a bartender that didn't seem to change much, but she enjoyed having the relationship with the person, feeling like she might just make an impact on their life. Still, depressed drunks do not have the best memories when wasted. Not only did most not remember her advice the only reminder they had at all of her or the night before was a pounding pain their heads the next morning.

The building itself was two stories above ground and one story under, made out of plain brick. It was a place that the other Nation-tans tended to show up at when they were in Brussels. The ground floor served as the general bar for civilians while the upper level was for the Nation-tans to enjoy themselves and just like the rest of her companions Belle took a certain pride in her home country. As such the color scheme was done in black, yellow, and red.

On the ground floor she proudly displayed her coat of arms on the back wall as well as the top floor. It was not a huge place and she might guess the largest crowd she ever saw was 600 people. Naming the place was simple. Before the doors had ever opened the building already held a special piece of her within its very foundation. A neon sign out front still today says Belle's.

One of the favorite traditions at Belle's was the optional theme nights every Friday and Saturday night. It may have been a little off for business, but every person that showed up in theme was given their first round free, while the person with the best costume had that night's tab paid off in full by her. Of course for one Francis Bonnefoy she implemented the policy of if he showed up dressed round one was free and if he remained fully dressed the entire night his tab would be dropped regardless to if he was in theme or if someone else won the contest. Anyone who thought that was a horrible business venture to make had obviously never met Bonnefoy. She was safe.

Belle of course had the basic bar rules: no horrible conduct, respect the workers, adhere to the laws of Belgium, etc. The only other policy she could think of was her dress policy. A person was to show up dressed and she could understand if they lost an article of clothing or two. Alcohol was involved and clothes a habit of disappearing whilst one was drunk. It was even reasonable for someone to leave in a makeshift, tablecloth toga since she was guilty of having done that a few times before (Belgian beer is stronger the most others).

However for Francis she had a staple gun right under the counter that he knew oh too well would be used to attach clothing to him. He had this awful habit of trying to show up less than dressed and/or trying to strip himself and anyone near by naked before the night was over. He got the message after she once caught him and almost successfully attaching his pants and seemed to get the idea to obey the rules.

The only reason she was stricter with him at her bar was that far too many Conferences had ended with her having seen a bit too much of the other Nation-tan. Even now she can't look at the Eiffel Tower without a shadow of shame coming over her…

Belle strolled in before anyone else to get ready for the day like she did so many other times. She placed her keys in her pockets, took her seat at the front counter on the upper floor, and waited.

SauerkrautScones: The idea of Belle Berger (the human name we picked out for the Nation-tan of Belgium) owning a bar has been something we have tossed around since summer. For some reason we pictured her being perfectly at home during her off time behind a bar mixing drinks and as a result ended up thinking up several possible story ideas that ended up taking place here. So this bar will be part of our personal fanon for the show and other fanfics will make reference to it at times.

This will also be a kind of dump for the main one shots we expect to take place here. So expect stories published here to be from either Mint or myself or both. Also expect most things here to earn its T rating because...look at our username and expect things not to earn their ratings. Though a K+ thing might makes itself in sometimes. Also the Nation-tan's will probably be mostly referred to as their human names because it is more about them as characters than countries.

MintMarionette: Leffe, Kriek, and Shiimake = Belgian alcohols. When I think ok Belgium I think of waffles and beer therefore of course she'd own a bar (because SS says a waffle house wouldn't be as exciting). She was lying through her keyboard about the ratings, though. Don't be surprised when fifteen chapters in there are… certain warnings on a certain chapter if we're bored at six A.M. again. ^-^ Joking… or am I?

Anyways I hope you enjoyed the intro. Trust me the chapter are going to be more interesting. Sorry for the beastly endnotes. Feel free to review or PM us with any comments, questions, flames, or requests.