A jumble of chatter and laughter filled the poorly lit bar, a big screen T.V. in the corner was on a sports channel. It was some Basketball game that everyone didn't seem to be too interested in. Despite that, everyone seemed to be having a good time. Russia and Scotland had sat themselves on the tall stools in front of the bar counter, empty shot glasses in front of them. A cheerful expression was on the red head's face, and Russia couldn't help but to find it contagious. Grabbing the bottle of Vodka that he ordered, he poured himself another drink.

"Hmmm... We should do this more often, da?"

Russia mused out, bringing his drink to his lips, enjoying the strong flavour that followed.

"Aye. That's for sure."

Came Scotland's response, pouring himself a drink with a bottle of Scotch that was already half empty. It was much cheaper to buy the bottle than to buy many smaller drinks.

You could tell by just watching, that the two of them were true drinkers. Neither of them mixing their hard alcohol with anything to dilute it. They liked to drink their hard alcohol straight.

Glancing over to Scotland, he could see a small drunken flush starting to form on the other's cheeks. He couldn't help but to let out a small amused chuckle. Russia couldn't help but wonder what the two of them would be like when they both got truly drunk together. Whatever would happen, he knew that it would most likely be very fun.

Though their happy hour quickly became sour when they heard the tell tale sound of unintelligent laughter behind him. It was obvious that Scotland also heard it. His happy expression in his half buzzed state quickly turned hard and his green eyes narrowed sharply. Though Russia kept his smile even though he was fully aware of the trouble that was soon going to follow.

"Huhuhu... Get a load of that guy."

"Hey! Nice SKIRT!"

Loud laughter followed by mocking cat calls erupted behind them. Those uncultured fools were making fun of the kilt that Scotland proudly wore, and Russia knew better than to mock the Scotsman for his choice of clothing. Though he couldn't help but to let his grin grow wider. Hell was about to be let loose.

"Away and bile yer heid, ye feckin' numpty."

Scotland's voice came out more than a low growl. If anything else, a warning to the idiots behind him that he was indeed on a short fuse. Scotland lifted his drink to lips but nearly spat it out from what he heard next.

"Hey, how about you speak English. Or maybe you are too much of a pansy to talk to our face so that we can understand your messed up language?"

More laughter erupted behind them, with the guys patting each other on the backs in amusement. A loud thump quickly followed as Scotland slammed his drink on the counter, his head turning around to get a look at the offenders. His green eyes narrowed with furry and his expression was hardened with rage.

THAT. WAS. IT!

With a loud roar, Scotland lunged over to the closest man he could grab on to, gripping onto the guy's collar before throwing back his fist. The man didn't even have time to realise just what was happening until he felt pain flood his face as Scotland's fist connected dead on. A scream of pain soon followed as the man fell backwards gripping his now bleeding nose. Russia was just sitting back, giggling like a mad man when he saw the blood, his violet eyes shining with amusement. Much like that of a child. Oh, this was soo fun to watch!

"What the FUCK! Shit! You are going to get your ass handed to you!"

"Yeah! Your going to get it now! You and your stupid giddy friend too!"

It was now Russia's turn to feel that anger. He didn't appreciate being called 'Stupid'. He rather thought of himself as very smart. Many times did he out smart someone or got them to do things for him. A dark aura soon started to come from him as 'Kols' began to sound from his mouth. Both Russia and Scotland glanced at each other for a moment. Russia smile seemed to darken, and Scotland produced a angry smirk. With a knowing look, they knew that they were going to fight these guys. And thinking of a peaceful way to resolve this was completely out of the question.

Oh, this was going to be soo much fun indeed!

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Okay, this is the next chapter. Kinda left it at a cliff hanger. And yes, they are going to have a nice bar fight. And note to all about Scotland, I don't like making him seem mean or cruel, but in this chapter, he was a bit drunk, pissed off,
and his pride was stabbed. So yeah, I think that gives him more than a good reason to go and kick some ass.

Translation:
Away and bile yer heid, ye feckin' numpty.
That pretty much means, 'Get lost, and boil your head, you fucking idiot!'
Tsk, tsk, such language Scotland.