Hello everyone! Here is the second chapter! I'm glad that the first one got such a good response. Thank you so much for the favs, reviews, and alerts. I seriously love them!
On a side note here, I have to say that I seriously love to write Gilbert. I mean he's so random at talking and moving that I often get lost in all of what he does. He's just that awesome to write. XD I have to do more fanfiction with him in it.
I hope you enjoy this chapter, and don't throw rocks at me.
Chapter 2: Let Me Dream of Gods and Drunken Matadors
Summary: Alfred gets drunk and nearly gets himself killed. Good thing someone was there to save him.
Warning: Swearing, Drinking, Drunkenness, and a dash of FLUFF~
The bar was full of other nations, wishing to have a little more fun on their sudden, rare day off. With the meeting canceled, most of the other countries took the opportunity to relax and possibly go shopping in the respected nation they were having the meeting in. However, most of them thought it best to get as wasted as possible so that they could have an excuse to miss the next day's meeting.
Alfred had done that just as much as any other nation did, considering the fact that he wasn't allowed to drink in his own country. However, today was an exception to the norm. He was feeling miserable (because of a dream, mind you) and he honestly had no energy to even lift up a glass at the moment. Yet here he was being dragged by his so-called friends into said bar.
"Sit here, Alfred." Gilbert flung the spectacled nation into a booth, while Matthias ordered a couple of beers.
"Guys, for the last time, I really just want to go to bed." The American repeated for the umpteenth time sense his kidnapping.
"Listen man, you're sounding a lot like your pompous older brother. Here, take a bier…" Gilbert paused to grab one of the bottles Matthias has carrying, "And loosen up." He slid the glass container across the table and handed it to Alfred, who was busy burying his face into crossed arms. Matthias barked out a laugh at the Prussian's realization that the American was actually trying to sleep.
The Dane grabbed the younger blonde's hair and yanked it up, while Gilbert popped open the cap and shoved the bottle into Alfred's mouth. The American choked a bit as the amber liquid nearly drowned him, but successfully slipped down into his stomach. He flinched away and swiped the bottle out of the albino's hands.
"The fuck's your problem!" Alfred shouted angrily at the duo. They simply laughed.
"Cool it man! We just wanted you to relax." Matthias snickered, trying to control his laughter.
"I was relaxing until you two came slamming into my door!" Alfred retorted. He was not amused at the situation he was facing.
"Seriously, you really are sounding like that ass brother of yours. You can relax and have a little fun at the same time, you know." Gilbert patted the younger nation on the back, chuckling his signature laugh. Mathias nodded and took a swig of his drink. Dark blue eyes looked at the cool bottle in his hands, contemplating whether it was a good idea or not. Finally, he gave in when the red eyed nation next to him poked him in the cheek, saying something about him being a party pooper.
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Alfred could have sworn he had left his room key under that booth as he looked around for it. His vision was failing him as the bar began to spin in circles. Damn. He was never going to get drunk with these guys again. They completely abandoned him, or were they right next him? He couldn't tell anymore. He really let himself go this time.
As the young American stumbled across the wooden floor of the upstairs portion of the bar, he could distinctly remember throwing it across the patio, while trying to matador the dastardly bull Spain, who just so happened to find time and come to the bar. Gilbert said that Antonio was a liar and a ditcher; if that was even a word –Arthur would know-. That round of insults turned into a drunken brawl between Antonio and Gilbert, who just so happened to involve Matthias and Alfred.
God, that was a nightmare! All the young nation could do was play matador and spin in circles with a red jacket he stole from Matthias, 'til he finally puked off the side of the building. That little stunt earned him a few glares from a couple on the street who narrowly missed it. Finally, a few other nations got involved and it turned into a giant joke afterwards, with everyone laughing at each other. All accept the little blonde nation who just stood off to the side, feeling a lot sicker.
Alfred landed on his knees as he tried to find the missing room key under one of the elaborate couches the bar had. He really didn't want to go to that poor woman at the front desk and ask for another in a drunken stupor. That would be totally embarrassing. As he stood back up, examining a random credit card he had found for a second before tossing it, he vaguely wondered if he had dropped it when he had puked.
He tumbled towards the small wall that fenced the patio, smacking into the ledge as if he were on roller skates. He glanced at the ridge itself, but didn't see the key. Alfred began to lean over it, hoping to spot his key in some bushes somewhere. As he viewed the sidewalk below, he didn't notice that he was leaning too far over the ledge. He began to lose his balance, tipping further.
By the time he did notice, it was too late to straighten himself out, and he was slipping off the side of the building. He suddenly wondered if it was his dream finally coming true. A large hand abruptly grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him back over to safety. However, his savior stumbled backwards once Alfred had hit their chest, causing the pair to fall to the hardwood flooring.
As the young nation sat on the ground, he noticed a pair of arms wrapped around him. They were just as warm as the chest he was leaning against. He touched the other's arm lightly, aware that this all could be part of his dream, only it was a new twist on things. Still he felt that it was perhaps best to stick to the original script.
"Let me go!" He wretched himself free and stood quickly, turning towards the person who saved him. His eyes were closed, though. Alfred, in all honesty, despite his drunkenness, really didn't want to face the person when he was at his lowest. However, he stumbled onto the coach he was looking under a few minutes ago. His head was spinning out of control. He felt sick and tired, and dizzy.
He felt a hand on his head, brushing his hair through their fingers. He heard a distinct voice as they hushed the young nation.
"It's all right… you just need some sleep." Oh God, Yes! Sleep! Whoever this guy was, he deserved a medal of honor, post haste! Alfred finally opened his eyes, not caring how he looked or who the man that said those wonderful words was. He caught sight of a familiar pair of half-lidded cerulean eyes staring down at him.
"L-Ludwig?" Alfred dismissed the formalities he normally used around the German. The guy saved him from getting his head split open. Hell, who cares about formalities! He grabbed the pale hand that was brushing through his hair and held it for a moment, earning a bright blush from the Germanic nation sitting on the nearby coffee table.
"W-what are you… screw it!" He suddenly kissed Ludwig's hand. "You are my god now!" Alfred thought nothing more of anything, and closed his eyes to drift to sleep. He left Ludwig, red as a tomato, with a practically unconscious nation.
Ludwig snatched his hand back and continued to stare at Alfred's already sleeping form. He was blushing badly, but he could always say that it was from the alcohol when he had to drag the poor boy back to his hotel room. He sighed in frustration. He had come here to look for his brother—speaking of which, he heard him tumbling up the stairs—and to make sure he was all right before he had to take him back to the hotel. When he had asked around, he was led to the upstairs patio/roof. There was no one there save Alfred, who was leaning towards his death off the ledge. Ludwig intervened, thankfully, and saved the fat ass's life.
I guess America's more grateful than I thought…Ludwig thought as he flustered. His brother suddenly launched through the door leading to the staircase and burst into song. Soon Antonio and Matthias joined in as they climbed up the stairs as well. Ludwig sighed again before trying to hush the loud trio.
"Hey, little West! Howsit goin'?" Gilbert slurred once he stopped singing. Ludwig brought his hand to his forehead, obviously annoyed by his brother's drunken state. The other two nations continued to sing, however, causing the German to become frustrated.
"Gilbert! Please be quiet!" Ludwig flushed and covered his mouth, realizing mistake he had made by raising his own voice in the process of telling everyone to shut up. It was embarrassing, to say the least. He quickly took a glance at the sleeping Alfred, sighing in relief when he found that the other blonde was still snoozing. Gilbert snickered at his younger brother.
"Ok West, we'll be quiet, but ya –hic- havta take little Alfie here... back t' his room." The Prussian swerved a little from side to side, digging into his pocket. A light pink blush tinted his cheeks as he stuck out his tongue. He finally found what he was looking for and shoved it into Ludwig's hands. "Here, it's his room key… but he don't need it, 'cause the Dane totally broke the door with his axe."
Ludwig stared at his brother, deadpan, for a moment, giving him a frown. He sighed for the ninth time that night. "Fine, but please be back before dawn this time. I cannot afford to call the police and then find you stuck in a tree again." Gilbert shook his hand in a shooing motion and pouted.
"You worry too much, bruder. I'll be fine! –hic-"
"I still don't believe you…"
"Psshh! Jus' get goin'!" Gilbert started to push Ludwig towards Alfred, and finally rejoined his friends. Ludwig sighed again and slowly hoisted Alfred over his shoulder. The German nation noted how light Alfred was. It was more of a small surprise considering all the junk he ate, but it still worried Ludwig.
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As Ludwig neared Alfred's hotel room, he finally decided that he should try to believe his brother once in a while.
The door was indeed ripped from its hinges by what appeared to have been an axe (as if Denmark would leave his precious weapon behind). Germany sighed as he turned around, not wanting to even bother with the hotel staff that gathered around the room, investigating what had happened. Instead, he brought the sleeping American to his room. He did have an extra bed set up just in case a certain Italian thought it was necessary to barge into his room and sleep in his bed again.
Placing Alfred onto the spare cot in the bedroom, Ludwig walked to his suitcase, pulled out some nightwear, and went to the bathroom to change.
Alfred began to stir a little when the phone in his pocket rang. Growing annoyed by the constant vibration, he quickly got up and dug into his pocket, taking out the small piece of technology. Tapping at it a few times, he finally got the thing to silence. He smiled tiredly and threw the phone as hard as he could against the wall across the room. However, Ludwig stepped out of the bathroom, now fully changed, and his head was a mere three centimeters away from the disintegrated mess that was the cell phone.
He quickly glanced back to Alfred, who still had a content smile on his face. The American suddenly fell back onto the mattress and went to sleep. Ludwig stared at the pile of dust that was Alfred's iPhone and sighed. Picking up the scattered pieces and placing them on the small counter that made up the small makeshift kitchen, Ludwig deduced that Alfred must not only be drunk, but overly sleep deprived. No wonder he kissed his hand and called him a god. He was practically hallucinating or something.
The German walked over to the other blonde nation and tucked him in, pausing for a moment to stare at the back of his hand. A blush spread across his cheeks before he went to his own bed and fell asleep for the night.
Alright folks that it 'till next Monday {hopefully}. Again, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Also, I know this may sound unethical, but I would really appreciate more reviews. I don;t know why, but I just like getting them, and I want to get a lot for this story to see if things are going well for this one! This is like my first multi-chapter story that I had actually finished, and I would really like to know if I'm... well... doing it right.
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Translations:
Bier = Beer {German}
Bruder = Brother {German}
