After a quick walk to the bar, Ned saw almost all of the nations that had attended the meeting. England and America were discussing what religion they were. The Nordic family couldn't make it because of weather issues. France was flirting with Canada whike Prussia and Spain were drukenly singing " I'm Too Sexy". Germany and the Asian counties were having a drinking contest. Italy was enthusiastically cheering him on. Denmark and Ned sat at a booth ( the only one free ). Denmark proceeded to order beer, of course, for both of them. "You said that having friends is childish," Denmark stopped to take a gulp of his beer, "so does that mean you don't have any?" Ned looked down at his beer. "Friends?" He took a sip of his beer. "Ja, I have no friends." He looked up at Denmark, who already finished his beer. Ned could not tell what kind of facial expression the Dane had. Ned blinked and the expression was gone. They sat awhile just listening to Poland singing "Body Rolls" while the waitress brought more beer. " God! What do you do most nights?" Denmark downed the rest of his third beer. Ned had never noticed the Dane could drink that quickly. "I do not have to tell you." Ned felt he couldn't tell the dane that he spent most nights cleaning and managing his money, with the occassional concert. "What do you-" The Dane noticed that Ned wasn't drinking his beer, so he reached across and took it. Ned continued to talk "-do most nights?" The waitress came to the table, and took away the empty beer bottles, then placing two new ones on it. "Most nights I just grab a beer and watch Netflix, but every now and then America, Prussia, and I get together and do a jam session." He set both now empty beerbottles. "You know America even got England to-" Ned saw the Dane stare at something with a face of utter horror. Then it seemed that the bar dropped several degrees and silence fell over the bar. Ned turned to see what it was... "Oh." It was Russia. For a few seconds the Russian stayed still. He took one step and everybody scrambled. "Everyman for himself" except for the nations that were carried off by their friends ( Italy and Finland were those people. ). Suddenly Ned was grabbed by Denmark, and pulled out of the bar along with the crowd. They were greeted with the cold air of Autumn. "Hey, Netherland, where's your house?" The meeting had been held at Ned's place. Now, that his arm was free, he ran beside Denmark. He guided the Dane while he could hear his blood rushing. Ned stopped in front of his house. He saw Denmark going mad with laughter. "Ooooh! That was hilarious! Ahahahahahahahhahaha! Oooh! AHAHAHA!" Ned joined in the laughter 'Ja. His face." "Ahahahahahahahhahah-" Denmark fainted, but Ned caught him before he fell too the ground. He put the Dane over his shoulder. Softly Chuckling when he walked into his house. He set Denmark on his bed. The Dutch man, feeling that it would be uncomfortable for the Dane to sleep in all his clothes, took off his coat, tie, and boots. He put them in a neat pile in a chair near the bed. The Dutch was too tired to do anything but sleep, laid down on the couch. He kicked off his shoes and felt the smile smile that still laid on his face. 'Today was fun.' He thought. "Maybe this "friend" thing was not too bad." This day was the best in decades.
