A while went past and they hadn't said anything to each other. So far, Prussia had chugged two beers down so he was getting a little tipsy. Romano had sipped away at three wine glasses. They could both be legally defined as 'under the influence'.

"So...how 'bout that global warming epidemic…" Romano mumbled.

"Since when are you into things like global warming..?" Prussia asked.

"I dunno, just popped in my head, amore.." Romano replied, not even thinking what he was saying. 'Holy shit did I really just say 'amore'!? Why did I have to fucking say that, of all things? Spending all that fucking time with that tomato bastard has taken its toll...Maybe he doesn't know what it means…'

"Did you just call me...amore?" Prussia shockingly asked.

"It slipped out you bastard, I didn't mean to say that!...idiot." Romano yelled. The whole bar started staring at them. They both paused for a moment, glaring at each other. Romano quickly chugged the rest of the wine in his glass and yelled across the bar, "Some fucker come get me a refill!" The bartender came running up and grabbed Romano's glass, filled it up with wine so red it looked like fresh blood. Only it wasn't, that stuff is saved for Romania, when he comes to the bar. But that's only on Fridays, this was a Tuesday.

After the bartender passed the wine to Romano, Prussia took a swig of his beer and said, "You know, you're not as bad as I originally thought, Romano. You and I have a lot in common. Consider that a very high compliment, as I am clearly the best country."

Romano made a little smile, but then it quickly faded away. Slurring his words a bit, he replied, "Your ego's pretty big, you must be compensating for something, potato bastard."

Prussia gave a look of annoyance and took a sip of his beer. Romano gave a little smirk. "Eyy...what's that your curl's doin'? It looks like it curving a bit on the top…" Prussia teased. Romano gave the most embarrassed expression as he tried to flatten it out franticly. "It sorta looks like a heart…" Prussia mumbled. Romano just sat there in embarrassment, facing his cup and crossing his arms. 'His freaking curl curved in a heart shape! Could that mean that he likes me? It's probably just the alcohol but...still…' Prussia thought to himself.

'How could he have seen that? Jesus fucking christ, that NEVER happens...it could just be the alcohol thinking, but maybe I actually DO like him...could it be, that I've found someone?..NO, THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE. This has got to just be me under the influence, I'm not actually crushing on him...'

Prussia took a glance at the clock. '11:39...' He thought. 'I only have like twenty minutes until West is coming around...am I actually going to make a move on Romano? Should I actually...confess what I'm feeling?'...

Romano looked over to Prussia.

"Hey…Prussia? Can I ask you something?"