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"No."
The albino raised his eyebrows, his red eyes sparkling mischeviously. "And why not?"
"I don't drink." You replied firmly, eyeing the mug of beer in front of you distastefully. About an hour ago your best friend, Gilbert, called you up, inviting you to go to the bar with him. Although you didn't really like beer, you accepted; he was your best friend, after all, and you were sure you could get through the night without drinking. Which was a pretty stupid assumption, since you were going to a bar.
Anyway, the Prussian wanted to see if you could drink a whole mug of beer in one sitting, though you weren't exactly willing. "Tell you what." The albino's lips curled up into a cocky smirk. "How about you make a bet with the awesome me?"
You crossed your arms over your chest, eyebrows raised in mild curiosity. "Continue."
"You down this whole mug of beer, the awesome me won't make you drink ever again." His smirk grew. "But if you lose, you have to be my servent for a week."
You shot the albino an arrogent grin, shaking his hand roughly. "Deal. Just don't cry when you lose." Wrapping your slender fingers around the cool glass mug, you raised it high and began to chug. You did fine at first, but when you reached the halfway point you started to feel rather dizzy and sick. With a gasp, you slammed the half full mug down on the table, choking for air.
The Prussian laughed victoriously, throwing an arm around your shoulder. "Suck it, loser! Now you have to be a servent to the awesome me!" You silently cursed the name of the stupid, self centered albino.
Little did you know, a certain country was glaring daggers at you.
The American silently watched you from across the bar, his blood red eyes, hidden behind black aviotars, narrowed into dangerous slits.
He lifted his drink up to his lips, his eyes never leaving you. He'd originally come to this bar to find his next victim; he was constantly pissed off, and his way of venting was to beat the living shit out of people. He certainly didn't expect to see you here with that stupid albino.
He overheard the conversation and he wasn't too happy, to say the least. You see, Al had quite the crush on you, so when he heard that you were to be that damn Gilbert's maid...Well, it gave him kinky thoughts that made him pretty damn jealous. And if there's one thing Al hated, it was jealousy.
He glanced briefly at the smug look plastered to the albino's face and he took another sip of his drink. So it was a battle Gilbert wanted. Well, Al would give him a battle. He slammed the mug down on the table, his red eyes flashing murderous intent.
Hell, he'd give that albino a fucking war.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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