Ok, hey, hi, what's another way to say hello? Uhh, Ciao? G'day? Guten tag? Halo? Ok, now that's done, I've got another update!
Context: In case you didn't know, the legal drinking age in America is 21 and in Australia it's 18…
You see where I'm going here?
Ok, if not, you've got the whole one-shot to get it!
Credit for the idea goes to a tumblr post, which I feel guilty admitting and promise to not use again. I had no ideas for comparing drinking ages and happened across a post about it, but I hope to do a better one later with the rest of the gang.
This is super short and I feel bad for not updating yesterday or the day before, but I have a three part continuation one-shot I'll post to make up for it later.
Enjoy!
"Dude, why is it so hot!" America complained, stripping off his cardigan.
"'Cause it's summer." Australia laughed.
"No, it was winter when I left my place," America whined, before realisation dawned on his face. "Oh, your place is all upside down, right? So that's why you were so weirded out by a snowing Christmas!"
"You're partly right, so Ill give it to ya," Australia chuckled.
"Good." America leant his hands on his knees. "Can we take a break?"
"C'mon, we can go to a pub not far from here," Australia nodded his head down the street.
When America came for the visit, his place was in the middle of it's winter, so he'd taken to packing only colder weather clothes. The consequence was him feeling cheated and incredibly sweaty as they walked out from America's hotel. They decided that America couldn't really stay in Australian summer without any summer clothes, so they started walking the short (long) distance to Australia's house.
"Uh, Aus-" America was about to protest, but was dragged in by the shirt.
The pub was decent, nothing stingy. It had a wooden, homey feel to it, the bar table was made of dark mahogany and the tables and chairs fitted to match with their matte black surfaces. The air was blissfully cold and America sighed as it cooled his hot cheeks.
"Can we just stay in here forever?" America asked. "Please?"
"We have to go out again to get you some clothes, mate." Australia chuckled, sitting himself down at a bar stool with America plopping down next to him. "Besides, you don't want to stay in here too long unless you're planning on getting wasted."
America eyed him suspiciously, "You do realise I left my wallet at the hotel, right?"
Australia shrugged, "No problems, I can pay."
"It has my ID."
"And?"
"Umm, I don't know how to break it to you, but I don't exactly look as old as you."
"And?"
Australia then smacked his head, "Oh I forgot your drinking age was twenty one."
"What do you mean, forgot my drinking age was twenty one, what's yours?" America asked, bewildered.
Australia ordered two beers before turning back and smirking, "Eighteen. So how's that freedom feeling now?"
"Hey," America frowned, a pout making it's way to his face, "I just I want my citizens to have a fully developed brain before they get to destroy it, unlike you, who obviously doesn't have your citizen's health in mind."
Australia laughed, "Clam down mate, have a drink."
He paused, smirking again, "Oh wait."
Australia was then hit over the head with a beer bottle by an angry American.