DISCLAIMER: Everything is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya. I own nothing except for the idea that drives the plot.
Prussia allowed himself a smile. There was nothing better than beer. He really missed the taste. The war and imprisonment had prevented him from taking a taste of the delicious drink. He needed it. He wants to distract himself from the nightmarish events that started his day.
It was great for now but nothing good ever lasts. That's why; he always strived to make the most of it. Every food and drink had to be savoured. Most especially beer.
"One more beer for this gift of a man," he called out.
It was nice to be and feel this normal for at least this moment.
Normal. He had not felt like that in a long, long while. He forgot how exhilarating normality felt after a long period of chaos. He should really get some of it more. It was better than gold, honestly!
He slowly drank a pint of beer and raised his glass to toast to the lady on his right.
He had to squint his eyes to see her. It seemed that the alcohol had already taken some effect on his sight. She seemed rather familiar to him for some reason.
She had tan skin, almost golden. She wore a uniform that seemed to be military-like in fashion. She was a pretty little thing but he conceded that her eyes were the most eye-catching part of her. It seemed to change in colour with her every movement. Brown then green. Green to brown.
Though, he thought he'd have better chance in knowing why she held that air in familiarity if she was not so angry at him.
"What are you looking at, bastardo."
There. Now, you've done it.
Curious though. She must be Mediterranean. Maybe she's one of Spain's. It makes sense though. Must have been part of the escort the Spaniard's royal family have had clung to their nation in the war.
He shook his head. Flashing her a smirk, he pushed those thoughts aside. Spain would forgive him.
"Let's toast, milady."
He winked at her as he scanned her. She had no badge or anything that would identify her. So, she has no relation to the country's official militia or was not part of it. Might have donned the costume for a bet or something. It was not surprising. It was rare to see women in the battlefield. He couldn't understand why though. Frankly, Elizaveta could handle a weapon better than most; even some of the other male countries.
This girl was extremely distrustful. Judging from the way the level her glare has escalated from him just winking. A nice change really.
She gave him a furious yet still puzzled look. A look that seemed to scream the words 'Are you stupid' or 'Which zoo did you say you came from again?'
He readied himself for a slap or something. It would not be an uncommon reaction.
"Are you high? I'm not a lady. For the love of all the good left on this world, do you a favor and get some prescription glasses," she spat out.
He sighed internally. If this was what he was thinking… Man, he really wants to avoid this.
"Oh right. You're a military wo-
"I can't believe I'm doing this. Let me give you some insight. You're obviously deaf so let me reiterate. I am a man!"
Damn! Just what he was thinking. Why was he always stuck with female males? Whatever and however this happened, Hungary did this. Yup! Her fault entirely. She must have influenced the kid or something.
"You do know, I can hear you. I don't know who's dim enough to name their child after a country, but I ain't a kid. I have no idea why on Earth you'd think that. I'm taller than you and-
"Yeah yeah yeah. Hungary's fault but you should really stop babbling. Danger is danger and danger is over there."
He cut her rant short as he spotted suspicious individuals entering the pub.
She let out a gasp.
"You're avoiding them too?" she asked, placing a hand on his wrist.
"Kinky, but not right now. We don't want to give them a show," he whispered on her ear. She gave out a shudder of disgust.
This girl was amusing. He decided to bring her with him. He needed someone to keep him awake. He wanted someone familiar with him anyway. This was going to be interesting at the very least. A parody of little Hungary and a maybe-dying Prussia.
He pulled her towards the entrance of the pub. The best way to not get noticed is to work close under them. The best way to escape is to sneak away under their noses. Besides, their reactions are simply better that way. He snickered
"Remember, tall albino man. The higher ups want him found"
He overheard the soldiers talking. Well, isn't this a sticky situation. Naughty Arthur, we don't want to be found. Hurry, I don't like to be kept waiting, me.
Man, is he smug. Prussia wants to basically strangle him but he really is not supposed to be strangling himself. Such a shame.
"I'm taking you with me," he told her or should he start calling her him. He doesn't know which he prefers. This gal is basically little Hungary after all.
She pulled back and grabbed ahold of his collar.
"Who said I'm coming with you, sick pervert"
He released himself from her hold and smirked.
"Are you saying you'd much rather be left to those weirdoes?"
She rolled her eyes and put her hand on her hips in a challenging manner.
"Please. Like I'm going to do that. Besides, you're not taking me with you. If anything, I'm coming with you."
"Fine. That's a yes. Let's go before we're noticed."
"Not before you tell me your name."
He thought for a second. He was never given a name. At least not a name, he felt he could use. He was adopted. Germania and Germania never named him. He must have thought that Prussia already had one. The second father figure he ever had, told him he could use his own name. However, after everything that felt like sacrilege. He decided to go with the codename he gave himself.
"Call me Beildschmidt"
"I can't say it was nice to meet you but let's be allies for now. I go by Ro"
He sped up the pace.
"Nice to meet you, Ro. Here's to hoping we don't die"
AUTHOR's Note
New character! Don't worry it's technically not an OC but it's also technically OC. It's complicated. But he is someone familiar. I promise. 3 See you when I see you. I'll be travelling for a while so I probably won't have much time but I'll try to write when I'm not feeling like puking. 3
