"I remember when Romano was little, he was always a bit of a-n...attention seeker? He wouldn't admit it, but he was! Anyway, I had just made some churros, and we were in the living room, eating them! And he was really getting into them, but he stopped and he just stared at me for a little while, you know? At first I didn't mind. I was sitting there eating, but then he climbed the back of the sofa. I tried to get him to seat down, but he was on my shoulder in seconds! It almost felt like he was massaging my head!

"He just kept doing that, and since he wasn't doing anything bad, I let him. I don't know, it just seemed odd, I guess? But it doesn't really matter, cause he was cursing after awhile. He started pulling on my hair, and it started hurting! So being the smart boss I am, I flipped him over my head into my lap-"

"This is rated PG?" France budded in. The Trio had been swapping stories all night, and Prussia's head was already trying to lull to one side.

They sat in Germany's basement (much to the annoyance of said German) and several bottles of beer and wine laid about with a manor of laziness. Yes, this was a rare time when they were somewhat calm from their drunken haze. If you could call it that, but honestly it would take a lot more than just this tiny bit of alcohol to get the Bad Touch completely wasted.

Spain sat stumped like he didn't know that answer. "Guys, we're almost out of beer!" Prussia called from the bed's end. Him and his personal stash of beer (meaning Germany's beer) were deposited in that general area. France leaned down over the bed to check on the beer. Not that he cared, he had made sure him and Spain had plenty of wine for the night.

"Why wouldn't it be?" Spain asked from the floor to the side of the bed.

"...No reason,"

"He just vanted to hear about child porn ist all!" Prussia called. France slapped the top of his head and leaned over to talk to Spain.

"Don't listen to him, he's long gone," But he wasn't. Prussia was way too awesome. Until he fell over onto his side, falling into a deep sleep. Then he wasn't so awesome.

"...Guess he's out. Do you want me to keep going?"

France studied a bottle still on the bed. "Hm? Why not. Keep going," He waved him on.

"Okay! So, he was in my lap! I was going to ask why he was pulling my hair, but he started crying! I didn't know what to do! I remember just holding him close for awhile, just rocking side to side. I asked him what was wrong, and he sat there still. I think he cussed me out, but then he started mumbling and I couldn't hear him-"

"Is there a point to this?"

"Just wait! So, I asked him to repeat himself, and he did. Mumbling. It got to where I had to pick him up to my ear to hear him better! As you would know Romano, he started wiggling, and trying to get me to put him down. He started yelling about how 'dumb' and 'Spanish' I was and that 'of course you wouldn't have a curl!'. 'Why did I even check?' and all this other stuff. I think he was trying to see if there was a part of hair on me like his!"

France snickered a little. "And is there?"

Spain pulled on the front of his bangs. "Guess not," He shrugged, "It's just something I remember him doing. Course now he barily ever talks to me, unless he needs help. Makes me want my henchman back," He pouted outwardly, and sunk back into the bed's side.

"Oh, mon ami, I'm sure he'll come around again. Just give him some time,"

"That's what you always say,"

"Doesn't make it any less true. Bonne nuit,"

"Mm? Buenas noches, Francia. Buenas noches..,"