Here's another chapter! :D I was going to update last night…but I got a little caught up watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1.

Anyway….enjoy!

Prussia couldn't remember the last time that going out drinking had been this much fun. Although this had been the third bar they were sitting in for the night he couldn't help but smile and laugh. The first bar they were kicked out of was obviously France and England's fault.

Flashback

Prussia was the last one to show up it wasn't his fault he was late he did ask Germany if he could borrow the car but Germany out right refused….especially with what happened to it last time….and the fact that it had to be towed out of the Rhine river.

But Germany wouldn't listen to him or how his awesome plan worked even though his car was sacrificed. So he had to end up walking and arriving a few minutes late but when he came in the bar and before he could even claim about how awesome he was he started laughing at the sight in front of him.

"KESESESESESESESESE!" As soon as he walked in he saw France getting his ass handed to him by an already drunk Britain.

"I dare you to say that again you bloody frog!" England yelled. But France couldn't really respond since England was strangling him. "Maybe he could if you would stop strangling him...you know amigo?" the ever ditsy Spain said. "If you say anything again you stupid twit I'll go after your bloody armada again!" Britain screamed.

"Awww…don't be like that England!" Denmark whined "Spain's just trying to help."

As funny as it was to see England pissed and France turning blue in the face, he decided to go over and calm the Brit. Mostly because the bar tender was going over to the phone to most likely call the cops on the two fighting men, and he really didn't want to get arrested…at least not yet. He wasn't even drunk and being arrested and not anything awesome yet was completely un-awesome.

End of Flashback

Prussia didn't even want to think of why they were kicked out of the third bar, even though it was extremely AWESOME!

They were all currently sitting in a bar somewhere in northern France. Denmark already got drunk and fell asleep. While England was apparently really drunk and talking…well mostly complaining to thin air. France had been trying and failing to get the cute little waitress to go home with him…and was proceeding to follow her around the bar. Spain was just sitting there and smiling.

"And what are you so happy about, mon cher? Thinking of a certain Italian?" France asked sliding back into the booth they were sitting at asking Spain.

"Huh…?" Spain asked, because he wasn't paying attention.

"Romano…? You've been thinking of him all night haven't you?" France asked.

"Que…? No. I haven't been thinking of Romano all night," Spain said.

"Yes you have. You even blew off that one group of girls. Completely unawesome dude," Prussia said.

"Okay maybe I have been thinking or Romano a lot, but it's just that I'm worried that I did something wrong. I haven't seen him in a few days," Spain said in a rush getting a little hectic sounded near the end.

"What did you do?" France questioned.

"Well…." Spain began.

"You know he probably didn't do anything Romano has been extremely bitchy ever since he was a chibi. He is completely unawesome because of that," Prussia said.

"Romano isn't unawesome! He is sooo cute and adorable and sweet and when he blushes he looks just like a tomato! He blushes so much! He also is pretty sweet but doesn't like to show it I know this because the other day-"

"As much as we would love to hear that interesting story mon ami what did you do to make him not see you these past few days?" France interrupted.

"Well…..the other day Romano was taking his siesta like usually and I just made some churros so I thought I should wake him up and see if he wanted one, but when I went to wake him up and I got a little distracted by his hair curl so I played with it a little and tried to smooth it out since it's always standing up. Romano kept twitching and making weird noises when I did that too but it still wouldn't go down so I pulled it a little and then Romano woke up blushing so red! I was about to tell him how much he looked like a tomato just then but he punched me and then ran away saying that if I touched it again he would kill me," Spain said, "but I still don't understand why he doesn't like me to touch it."

Both Prussia and France sat there staring at Spain then looked at each other and then back again at Spain.

"You still don't know what that does mon ami?" France said.

"No…..should I know?" Spain asked. Prussia basically face palmed. "Do you know why he is so protective about?" Spain asked them hopefully "because I'm starting to think it's something bad since Romano got so mad at me…maybe I should cut it off next time I see him, si?"

"Kesesesesesese I think Romano would do more then punch you if you did that kesesesesese," Prussia laughed.

"Well next time you see Romano you should stroke his hair curl very softly, and if he tries to run away don't let him! Instead bit his hair curl! He won't be able to run away then!" France started shouting.

"Oi, shut it you damn bloody frog!" shouted England since France's voice interrupted him still in mid rant to his fairy friends.

"Anyway if you need any help after that, don't worry since big brother France is only a phone call away!" France said getting excited all over again.

"Oh okay! I'll keep that in mind! Gracias amigo!" Spain said unaware about how much trouble France was probably going to get him into.

"That reminds me, how is your brother and Italy doing?" France asked Prussia.

"Well West still hasn't done anything. It's obvious that Italy loves him and West does too but he doesn't do anything. All he does is sit around and do paperwork. Even tonight Italy went to go visit Romano and West hasn't done anything besides sit in his office and study his paperwork!" Prussia said.

"If Germany wasn't doing anything you should have brought him drinking!" Spain said.

"West probably wouldn't have come, if there's work to be done he doesn't do anything else," Prussia said," he can be so un-awesome at times."

"Well I just hope that those two will realize that they each feel the same way soon, in fact there is more than one couple who really needs to realize it," France said as his eyes were straying to England who he had heard ranting about a 'stupid bloody American git' who had apparently been unable to visit England this week since his boss had given him extra work.

"Yeah well West really needs to loosen up more," Prussia sighed. He took a look down at Gilbird that was currently splashing around in an empty peanut bowl that Prussia had filled up with beer for Gilbird.

"Didn't you say something about Germany when you first came tonight?" Spain asked. Hmmmmm….Spain was right what did Germany say to him before he left….did he say something about him being awesome?...no Germany would never do that…it was something else.

OH SHIT! Prussia thought with sudden realization. "Sorry guys," Prussia said, " but as awesome as this has been I have to go."

"Okay," France said being distracted once again by the waitress that he was chasing earlier.

"Adios amigo~!" Spain said. Prussia grabbed Gilbird with one last shout of how awesome he was before leaving. He remembered what Germany had said. He said something about how Gilbert had to go to work with him tomorrow, good thing I'm awesome and remembered he thought to himself with a smile.

Time Skip

It was about 4:15 in the morning when Prussia casually walked up to the front door as Gilbird was flying and chirping around his head. He opened the door with a smile and when he opened the door he smelled it. The familiar smell of alcohol. Prussia scrunched up his nose the house smells of more alcohol than the bar. He went into the kitchen to where the smell was the strongest and saw that there small kitchen table was filled up with not only dozens of beer bottles but a few bottles of scotch, whiskey, brandy, ale, sake, vodka, and gin. WHAT THE HELL? Prussia though and took a glance and the liquor cabinet to see to whole shelves of it empty. I SWEAR TO GOD IF GERMANY DRANK ALL MY BEER HE WILL BE SORRY! THIS IS COMPLETELY UNAWESOME! He opened the fridge to see all but one bottle of beer had been drunk.

Prussia was officially pissed.

All his beer was gone. All of HIS BEER was GONE! None of those words belonged in the same sentence. It was the most UNAWESOME thought of his tonight. He needed to find Ludwig and know what this act of un-awesomeness was about. Germany never drank this much….or he would and would at least restock and clean it up before Prussia would even notice.

He walked straight out of the kitchen. He went to walk up stairs but saw the door to the living room was open. He was pissed. He walked in and got ready to start yelling and Germany for drinking his beer when he saw the German completely passed out. Not only this but the expression on his face. Ludwig was sleeping but his face was scrunched up in pain and he looked hurt.

Gilbert had seen Ludwig sleep a lot since, well he raised him, and he had never seen such a troubled expression on his brother…ever. He felt all of his anger about his missing beer gone and replaced with a little bit of concern. Even though he would never admit it a loud.

It was then that he noticed one of Ludwig's sleeves weren't rolled down. He looked the arm since Ludwig seemed to be holding onto the top of it with his other arm as though his left arm hurt. His eyes caught a little sight of bright pink and his blood ran cold. It wasn't because of the cut though. It was because of what was above the cut that seemed to be an underline to the thing that rested there.

270715

Prussia mind was blank that couldn't be true…..could it? He was thinking as he sat down next to the couch that Ludwig was on looking at the numbers the whole time. The numbers were slightly faded from time but they still stood out against his fair skin. Gilbert couldn't wrap his mind around this. He would need to ask Ludwig but as he looked up and saw that expression of pain on his face, his heart gave a lurch as well as his stomach with the thought of those numbers and the way he looked right now. He couldn't wake him up yet. He rolled his sleeve down, and shakily got up.

Ludwig, what happened to you? He thought as he turned around to leave trying to think of how to get Ludwig to tell him what those numbers were about hoping that it was anything than what it really looked like.

So yeah! Done! I hope you guys like it! This was kind of a filler chapter this isn't going to be a long story though so I'll probably write another 2 or 3 chapters. So let me know what you guys think! Thanks!

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