A/N: Well... I really do hope This story turns out good. it's a bit eh... and was a last minute decision to do so i MAY pay more attention to this one than "Our Mission" plus i love my trustable playlist to help me think... sometimes... and sometimes it distracts me -.- but is inspiring at times, honest it is. Now here's the next Chapter. enjoy ^_^\;

They sighed, once they sat down, shaking their heads. they ordered alcohol, a first for them to drink after a meeting, and not on a celebration. They ordered food, then took their drinks to the bar, since they knew most of the workers there they would all know where they were. After the fourth drink for each, that's when they started ranting. to say they did it quietly, would have been a lie. Mila started it, "That damn American Bastard! He dumps me, and then expects me to take him back! how rude!"
"What about French and English bastards? Arguing over me! They don't even know me!"
"That austrian guy actually asked me out! We were standing there talking about music when all of a sudden out of the blue he asks me out!"

"Men!" the shouted together angrily, "May they all rot in hell!" they clinked glasses, then took another swig. they sat in silence, and Mila smiled slightly.
"Kiku was kind of cute." Darija and Fran spit their beers out, staring at Mila, who giggled. "Oh you guys should have seen him. he was standing there, he introduced himself, and then he did something i was not expecting. He got you two and shoved the three of us out of the room." she giggled again, "It was so adorable..."
"I liked how that german guy handled the crowd it seemed like he was the leader and everyone listened to him."
"I can't deny it, although he asked me out in a weird way, i do like Roderich. That American doesn't look too bad either."
"Don't waste your time Fran. He'll date you then dump you later." She shrugged.
"I for one wouldn't mind dating Francis, Arthur or Ludwig." Mila spit her bear out.
"you're joking!" she stood, "That perverted french bastard! I would never approve of that!"
"Calm down, Mila. you're making a ruckus." Mila sat down, nodding, sadly.
"Well... i can't really complain much, i wouldn't mind dating Canada." she gave a small smile.

They looked at one another, laughed, paid for their food and drinks then headed home. they said goodbyes, and Fran walked home, as Darija and Mila helped each other walk home, having been slightly intoxicated. They made a few jokes, when Mila ran ahead, showing that, even drunk she could still steady herself, and ran into a large man, falling down on her ass. She sat there laughing, while also apologizing to the man. When she looked up, she saw a scary Russian before her. The russian reached down, grabbed Mila but the front of her dress, and lifted her up, so that he was seeing her at eye level. she was barely touching the ground, and her hands were at the russian's fist, trying to pry his fingers off her, but alas, she was no where near as strong as him. "You hit me da?"
"Не! I didn't, it was just an accident." She said. Even intoxicated, she was still stubborn, and wouldn't apologize any more than once, because to her, that was weakness.
"If it was accident, apologize then."
"I did apologize, are you deaf?"
"Mila, don't anger him, we don't need bloodshed all ready." Darija told Mila, before she could say anything back to Russia.
"If you will not apologize, then become one with me da?"
"HE! Not even if you got down on your hands and knees and begged me, saying you would be my bitch." Russia blinked, and growled. He pulled a pipe out of nowhere, and before either girl could do anything, he was swinging, but something metal blocked the attack, and out of the corner of Mila's eyes, she saw America, with his gun blocking Russia's pipe, Hungary behind him, frying pan ready, Canada on Mila's other side, gun pointed at Russia. Romano and Antonio were also around, behind Ivan, weapons all pointed at him. "I don't need your help guys!" with Ivan distracted, Mila lifted up, kicked him in the face with both feet, jumping away, and landing on her toes. He had attempted to grab the dress, tearing up the side, all most to the edge of the dress. she glared up at the russian. "This is my favorite and most expensive dress." the look was so sinister, everyone around her flinched. she walked up to the russian, knife appearing out of nowhere. "You want to become one, da?"
"Then how about you marry an old sibling..." She gave a small chant of 'Marry me, Marry me.' It gave russia bad memories, and he just snorted, pulling away from everyone, and turned around, walking away, but he felt a tug on his scarf, and then it was gone, as he heard ripping. he spun, and saw a dark look on Mila's face, Darija, only sighing, used to this reaction from Mila, and a piece of clothing in the Serbians hand. she gave a smile more psycotic than Russia's, "No we are even, since I was so nice enough to read into everyone and my own mafia crew finding information on everyone." the Russian went dark, and raised his pipe, but america got in front of him, "She ain't worth it Russia! I'll buy you a new scarf. Fair?" he seemed to consider it, then nodded. "This isn't over Devochka." he turned and walked away.

Mila smirked, glad he was gone. "I don't know why you're wasting your money on him..."
"Hey, i was just being a hero."
"Hero? is that what idiocy is called today?" she turned, lifting the dress up some, pouting. Lovino came over, and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Come on, i know a place nearby that will sell a nice dress for you."
"Really?" she brightened up, "Thanks Lovi, at least you're not an idiot. Come sister, we have some shopping to do. this was the dress you gave me, and it was so expensive, and my favorite to boot."
"It's okay. I'm buying you another one. I'll get the money from Ivan one way or another." they laughed, Darija laughing as well, all knowing Lovino wouldn't take one step towards the russian bastard.

Everyone who was left, the exception being Antonio, who ran after Lovino and the girls, and Elizavetta, who turned and started walking to her hotel room, as they were all heading to, looked from one to the other, wondering what the hell just happened. America turned to his canadian brother, "What did I do wrong? I was a hero, wasn't I?" He only got a shrug in return. Matthew walked away, leaving the american to sulk.

Mila bounded into the store, greeting the store clerk, and began browsing through the clothes. lovino also browsed, knowing mila didn't mind his sense of style, and Darija looked as well. between the three they had several dresses, and while he and Darija waited for Mila to try the dresses and come out, they were talking. soon, they were in a heated argument about whose Mafia was better, which ended with Mila firing a gun into the cieling, making everyone scream except Lovino and Darija. "There will be no fighting in my presence. Darija, you are my sister, Lovino, you are my best friend, the two of you hsould get along while in my presence. what you do on your spare time is up to you da?" darija nodded, glaring away from them, Lovino doing the same. "Good, and I'll be taking this dress too." she showed a short black and white tiger print dress, that showed a lot of cleavage, and fit her figure perfectly. "I also saw some Husky legwarmers to go with the dress too. don't worry Lovi, i'll pay for the legwarmers, because you only came fo-"
"No, I'll pay for them. no need to worry, I have everything under control." Mila looked at him a moment, as he look her right in the eye. she closed her eyes, shrugging.
"Whatever floats your boat." she walked into the dressing room, came out with torn dress on, new dress in hand, grabbed the legwarmers on the way, and went to the sales clerk. Lovino paid for everything and they all walked out, Antonio waiting outside for them, by request of Lovino and Mila.

Mila wrapped an arm around lovino's arm, "So, Lovi, how have you been. i haven't seen you since we were little except the few pictures you sent me."
"I've been busy. I am a nation after all." Mila laughed.
"You're lying! I know you, remember? I'm the one who had to lie FOR you because Grandpa Rome wouldn't believe your lie, so i had to create a new lie to cover your lie!" she gave a small chuckle.
"So he's the reason you were in trouble a lot huh?" Mila looked behind her at her sister.
"Pretty much, but i didn't mind. The kid was being himself, he didn't know how to be bad and not get in trouble." Mila turned back to Lovino, "So tell me, do i get to meet this guy you keep talking about? What was it... he made you call him 'Boss' right?"
"do we really have to talk about that?" Lovino groaned.
"Yes. We talked so much online yet i never met anyone. even when you became a free nation you never visit anymore." She pouted, "Why Lovi?" she smirked, "Afraid to get beat up by a girl?"
"No way! I never get beat up. I have a Mafia you know, so i don't get scared so easily anymore."
"uh-huh..." she looked down an alley, "OH MY GOD IT'S IVAN!" Lovino jumped hiding behind Mila, squeeking a "Where!" as Mila laughed hysterically, and Antonio frowned. He wasn't liking the way they acted towards each other. Lovino stood straight up, with a slight blush, "I mean... Where? I'll tear his Russian ass apart." Mila patted his shoulder.
"It's okay Lovi, I can take care of myself. My sister and I have lasted this long, we can last much longer." she gave a smile, and being close to the italian, he could smell the alcohol on her breath.
"you're drunk, arn't you?"
"Pffft. you wish. that Russian, guy made me loose my buzz!"
"It would explain why the two of you are slightly wobbly."
"I am not wobbly! I can hold my liquor better than Mila!" Darija countered.
"She can. we had a contest, she so beat me by like... ten shots before she passed out." she giggled. Lovino sighed, then smiled, "Just like before, you would manage to steal liquor from grandpa Rome's stash, and get drunk, and i have to take care of you."
"you should take care of me! all the beatings i had to go through because of you? Byzantine was not very happy when he found out Grandpa Rome never punished me, so he punished me for every lie, prank and person i covered for." he sighed, and gripped her arm above the elbow, dragging her down the street, passing the corner she would have turned left at, but he went straight.
"Oi! tomato bastard! Bring the little sister too!"
Antonio shrugged, holding an elbow out for her to grab, but she walked in front of him, and held her arms out like a child who wanted to be picked up. "Piggy back then?"
"carry me. Bridal." He gave a goofy smile, and picked her up Bridal style.

Soon, they were at Lovino and Antonio's hotel room, and as soon as they walked in, Mila hit the sofa and passed out. Darija had fallen asleep in Antonio's arms, so he went and placed her in his bed. Lovino picked Mila up and carried her to his bed, and laid her down. Lovino sighed, kissing the top of her head. "Sometimes i wonder why you aren't italian..." he mumbled, letting a small smile creep onto his face, which Spain caught, and he watched, knowing it was rare to see Lovino smile like that. It dissappeared, as he left the room, closing the door. "Open the couch sofa bastard!"
"Of course Lovi."

Once Fran arrived at her home, she felt someone grab her arm. "Hold on there Fran! I would like to ask you something." She turned around to see Alfred beaming at her.
"Shoot, but make it quick. my show's about to start."
"Will you go out with me sometime? say tomorrow night at 7?"

A/N: i know... i'm a bitch for letting it go there. *smiles* but i haven't decided on her answer yet and what will happen with each answer.

Fran: I vote for an i don't give a shit.

Mila: I vote for no! I won't accept it.

Darija: I vote for, i don't give a shit either.

Me: now... girls... that's not being very nice...

Darija: you expected something different?

Russia: I will get you for cutting my scarf on purpose.

Mila: and i'll get you for ripping my favorite dress that my best friend got me! *sticks tongue out*

Russia: you act like child da?

Mila: da!

Russia: I play like child too! *pulls pipe out*

Mila: *pulls maul out* you were saying?

Russia: you win this round, but i will get you when you least expect it. *leaves room*

Mila: *smiles with glee* thanks for the maul France!

Francis: *eye twitch in shock*

Darija: you gave her that maul?

Francis: *shrugs scared and shocked now*

Me: *sighs* until next time...