"Give me a bottle of the reddest wine you have, and make it quick." Romano shouted to the bartender. After a late night of pretty much babysitting his brother, it was nice to just let go with some alcohol. The bartender slid the glass down the counter, Romano swiftly pulling out his arm to catch it. Without any warning he places the glass on his lips and slowly drinks away. 'That bastard...' Romano thought. 'I'm never able to go anywhere or do anything with that ve-ing idiot of a brother.'
The door to the bar opened with a ding. Romano didn't glance up from his drink. "Samuel Adams. Now." The person said. 'I know that voice!' Romano thought to himself. 'That's Prussia! Why did HE have to be here?'
Prussia sat down next to Romano, waiting for his beer. Prussia glanced over next to him, and started staring at Romano. 'Dear god! Why is Romano here? He's never here on Tuesdays! How am I going to talk to him, it's going to be so awkward because-'
"What are you staring at, potato-bastard's brother?" Romano said, cutting off Prussia's train of thought. Prussia started staring around the bar, searching for different seat to sit in. 'Dammit! All the seats are taken...oh what am I going to say to him!?'
"I ask the same question. You dare insult the awesome Prussia?" Prussia spoke up. Romano just shook his head and took another sip of his wine. Romano tried not to act like it was a big deal he was here. Prussia did the same. The bartender slid Prussia's glass down the counter and hit Romano in arm, spilling the beer all over his clothes. The Samuel Adams stained the whole right sleeve.
"What the h*ll!? You ruined my new leather coat, you idiot!" Romano screamed at the bartender. The bartender shrugged his shoulders and grabbed a rag. He began to mop up the stains on the counter. "Well it's just fine and dandy that the counter is clean, isn't it? It's not like my $120 leather coat counts!" Romano yelled. The bartender glared at Romano and put the rag back in its container.
The bartender took out a clean rag and started to wipe down the inside of a beer glass. He said in a gruff tone, "I apologize for the coat, I'll get you another beer; on the house."
Romano looked shocked for a moment and yelled back, "A beer isn't going to pay for this coat! And that wasn't even my beer that hit me, it was this bastard's!" As he pointed to Prussia.
The german country shouted back, "It wasn't my fault, I was just waiting for my beer! And I demand a refund, there is no way I'm paying for another glass!"
The bartender rolled his eyes and replied, "Whatever. I'll give the beer to this guy then."
"BUT WHAT ABOUT MY COAT!?" Romano shouted, his face starting to turn red like the tomatoes he loved so much.
Prussia sighed, and relaxed a bit. He then turned to Romano and said, "It's fine. I can pay you for the cleaners." Romano hadn't seen this side of him before. 'The awesome Prussia' doing something nice for someone? Unheard of.
"Why are you acting like this, jerk? You're normally a complete asshat to everyone around you. Are you trying to bribe me or something, because it isn't working." Romano argued, an angry look on his face.
'Ohhhhhh...he's got me now. What am I going to say? I need to not f*ck this up any more than it already is. Why don't I just give him the money and leave the bar right now? I could easily do that...nevermind, West is already picking me up at midnight. Maybe I could call him...no! I'm taking too long to think! Come up with something…' Prussia thought to himself, still staring at Romano. The bartender slid the glass of Samuel Adams at just this moment, letting Prussia off the hook. He quickly took a gulp of the beer and switched the topic around. "So how's Italy doing nowadays?"
Romano took a sip of his wine and replied, "Eh, the little bastard can hardly tie his shoes, so I have to pretty much babysit him everyday. Today he fell asleep relatively early so I made my way to the bar."
"Wait. Then how do you expect to get home? You can't drive drunk, you might crash..or something." Prussia asked.
"Since when do you care about my well being, bastard?! I'm expecting to take a taxi home." Romano scolded. He took another sip of his wine. 'He's acting weird around me...what the hell has gotten into him? He's not the self-absorbed Prussia that I've known...of course, I haven't really met him in person, but I've heard stories from Veneziano about him whenever he comes back from that potato bastard's house...could he have a crush on me?!...no, that's not possible. I'm overthinking this.'