A/N: Soo... this is kind of a Sister to my Slavic Family Kodak Moments.
Also, my German Family consists of Germany, Prussia, Switzerland and Austria. Germany is HRE's grown-up form suffering from Amnesia.
Little West's Best Friend
Gilbert grinned at the prim little boy sitting by him, which made the boy – who was really Ludwig, who had only now been rescued from Francis and was hence a little … lost, shall we say? - shudder with fear and consternation.
It wasn't really the albino. Although he had red eyes, he had shown himself to be a great Commander and a nice if awkward, clumsy and somewhat unsuitable elder brother, and although he would never admit it, Ludwig was quite fond of him. When he wasn't busy being annoyed at him, that is.
But when the albino grinned like that – which was most of the time – wait, who was he kidding? It was practically ALL the time – it didn't bode well for anyone. Including the albino.
"Here," Gilbert said, handing him a cup full of some …substance. It was goldenish brown in colour and was frothing at the top.
"West, this is Beer. Beer, this is West."
His eyes widened. He had heard of this drink before, of course. But he thought children should not drink alcoholic substances..?
"I have a feeling you two are going to be the best of friends!" Gilbert grinned.
Ludwig gave him an unimpressed look, before saying.
"As if.."
Gilbert was about to protest when the door slammed open and in strode Roderich Edelstein.
" WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU DOING OBAKA SAN?"
Ludwig's eyes twitched. While it was true that the man was a more... proper man than Gilbert, he was also a free loader. Nevertheless, he welcomed his present saviour with a hopeful glance in his direction.
But obviously that wasn't the reason Austria had seen it fit to splinter their door into millions of pieces.
Well, he might be exaggerating, but the point still stood!
"Remove your fucking soldiers!"
"What's the matter pansy boy? Man up already kesese.."
"YOU ARE NOT TAKING OVER MY VITAL REGIONS!"
:"SURRENDER TO MY AWESOMENESS PANSY ASS!"
The noises continued in the background while Germany's face performed its hundredth wedding ceremony to the bar counter.
He looked at the jug of beer in his hand before muttering.
"I have a feeling that we will be very good friends, Mr. Beer."
A/N: AND THAT'S WHY GERMANY LOVES HIS BEER – cue drumroll -