Good friends for advices
When I woke up, she was still sleeping. I've looked at my watch – it was past seven. Because I was sleeping all night in the same position, my back and muscles were aching. I started to rub my neck, while Elizaveta started slowly and painfully waking up from her rather peaceful dream. She unhurriedly opened her eyes with agonizing moan. Then she sat in her bed, leaning her hand on the head. For a half a minute she was glaring at her own cover, probably trying to suppress the killing pain of her brain. I immediately stood up, took the water and pills and sat on the edge of her bed. I smiled to her and leaned the medicine. She smiled back with the weak smile, then took the pills from me, put into it her mouth and then reached for the water to drink enough of it to gulp the pills down her throat by one quick move.
"Thanks, Felek." Hungary said, putting the glass on the nightstand.
"Change your wardrobe and we will come together on the breakfast."
"But I want to stay here. It's so nice." She whined.
"You must eat something fat to cure this hangover."
She sighed and for the moment looked into my eyes. Then she suddenly smiled.
"If you say so…"
"Good." I slammed gently her shoulder and stood up. "I will come to you after five minutes."
"OK."
And I – just like that – left the room, returning to my own. When I changed my cloth and started to brush my teeth, I was thinking about who would be the best adviser for me. Prussia was out right from the spot. The same with France, because I wanted to have a girlfriend, not to be slapped by some woman offended by something, what I didn't mean, but what Francis let me say. Antonio, as country of passion, was good in 'pick up' matter, but I was too afraid that because of his denseness, he will have a problem with understanding me. Romano probably won't be very helpful to me, but Feliciano will definitely show me some good tricks. Yeah, he always was good in flirting.
When I do with my teeth and washed my face, I looked at my own reflection in the mirror. I had to admit, I was rather boring looking guy. Blond, thin hair, green eyes and pale skin of some youngster. I wasn't looking very interesting. Now, I was sure that finding my better half will be difficult.
Despite the fact that I didn't said anything to anyone about my problem, in the end of the second day of World Meeting both Italies and Bad Ass Trio said to me: "We've heard, you need some advice with love matter? Don't worry, we will help you…" and they dragged me to the same bar, where I and Ela spent last evening. During whole way to the place I was wondering, do they figured out it on their own, or maybe Hungary had something to do with it (which was highly possible). Neverless, we sat at the bar, ordered few drinks and 'The Operation To Advice Feliks, Embarrassing Him As Much As It Possible' began. Of course first person, who had spoke, was All-Knowing Francis:
"So, Polonais, if you like some girl, you must think, how to turn her attention to you, then come to her and say something charming and subtle. The first impression is really important, so you will have to change this awful, inelegant cloths." He looked at me with disgust.
"Nonsense, wine bastard!" Romano claimed. "He's fine just the way he is."
"Yeah, you look good, Feliks." Antonio said, slamming my shoulder. "You don't have to change anything."
"Really?" I asked. My lips twitched with light, nervous smile.
"Well, not exactly. Only plastic surgery can help your face." Gilbert giggled, but Francis had hit the back of his head and Prussia stopped.
"Now," Feliciano started. "is here any girl attractive to you?"
I looked around. Soon my eyes stopped on one really pretty chick not so far from us. My 'mentors' quickly saw it and started to laugh.
"It's not your league, kid." Prussia said and they all calmed down.
"Maybe this time just look at professionals and learn something." France added.
He stood up from his seat and started to go towards unconscious of anything girl. When he finally approached her, he leaned himself on the empty seat right before her. She looked at him, surprised. He chocked to clear his throat, smiled friendly and started, sounding hearable enough to us:
"Hello, can I seat here, madam? I can't stand, when such beautiful woman is sitting all alone, so I decided to come here and entertain you."
"I'm perfectly fine without a clowns as an entertainment, but thanks."
Francis' smile faded away. He say politely 'goodbye', and returned to his seat. Antonio slammed his shoulder friendly, when Gilbert started to laugh quietly. I, on the other hand, couldn't figure out what France had done wrong. Neverless, it was time for next 'professional' to show me something, and this professional was Gilbert.
"Now, you can see how awesome me is going to pick up a chick."
He came nonchalantly to the girl and with his usual smirk on the face said:
"Hey there, honey. My love for you is like diarrhea. I can't hold it in."
I rose my eyebrow with surprise. The only thing that was blocking me to laugh at the lameness of this pick-up line was curiousness what she will do to him after such text. And she done the most hilarious thing that can be imagine. She took her bag, opened it and drew out from it some pills, saying:
"Take it. It should help."
Defeated Gilbert only waved hand with nervous smile, turned around and came back to us.
"Diarrhea?" Romano asked. "Gosh…"
"Well, then." Antonio stood up and adjusted his tie. "It's my turn, I guess."
"Go brother Spain." Feliciano cried quietly.
After few seconds he was leaning his hand on the table.
"Excusa, senorita, but do you have a boyfriend?"
"No." She shook her head.
"And you want one?" Spain smiled pointing himself by thumb.
"No." She said with laugh.
Maybe Antonio isn't that dense as people think, because he quickly get it and came back to us.
"Brother come with me." Feliciano said and grinned. " We will show Feliks our double trick."
They stood up almost at the same time and walked to the girl. They stopped right before her, she looked at them with something between tiredness and curiosity. Then we heard cheerful voice of Feliciano:
"Ciao, belladonna. I and my brother have a problem and we think that you can help us."
"What is it?" She asked, resting her chin on the hand.
"My dumb brother says," Romano started. "that he is more handsome and cute, but as you can see I am not only handsome, but also manly. As a statistical woman you can tell, which one of both of us is more in your type."
For about five seconds she was observing them, only blinking. We all were waiting for her answer. And then, suddenly she smirked and said:
"No offense, guys, but I am lesbian."
"Oh…" They both responded with confusion. We also felt a little distracted.
"Can you tell this to them?" She asked, pointing by her eyes at us.
"Sure!" Feliciano grinned. "Goodbye, miss!"
He waved to her when they was leaving. On the other hand, Romano was so upset and confused that his head just hit the table and he stayed like that for awhile. Antonio only laughed, wrapping hand around him and trying to comfort him. However, Francis and Gilbert only looked at each other, then they shook their heads, smiling with understanding.
"Now, I see why she didn't fell in love, when she saw awesome me." Prussia said. South Italy put up his head.
"Dumbass, even heterosexual girls wouldn't fell in love with you after hearing that kind pick-up line."
"Well then, I think that you learned few things from it, Feliks." Francis turned to me.
Sure, I learned that saying lame pick-up lines and hitting to lesbians Is not allowed. But it didn't worked anyway. I was too shy to just go to some foreign girl and say even a word to her.
