Motives and Vodka (Chapter Ten)
"Lithuania. Take Latvia up to his room." Lithuania nodded, picking his brother up. They walked up, quickly leaving Estonia and I alone. "Keep an eye on him for me, Estonia," I said, walking away before he could respond. Estonia watched Lithuania walk up the stairs and said, cryptically, "What's the motive for him?" I turned, "Why does it matter what his motive is?" Estonia opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off. "WE HAVE TO GO!" We both jumped, "OK OK! WE'RE COMING! Gott verdammt, Ivan," I muttered, walking upstairs. "Lithuania, we have a meeting." He was sitting by Latvia's bed, running his fingers through his brother's hair.
"He just fell asleep. Shouldn't someone stay?" I shook my head, "Not unless you want someone else to get hurt." Lithuania nodded and stood up. I turned and walked back out. He caught up with me halfway down the stairs. "Come on. We're walking today." Estonia and Russia were waiting outside. "Latvia's not coming. He's… hurt," I said quickly. Russia looked at me quizzically. I shrugged, "I dunno what happened." He nodded and we started walking.
We reached the meeting hall rather quickly and walked in. It was slightly heated and after the cool November air, it was suddenly stifling. I walked over to my seat, adjusting my hat. I'd been wearing it a lot more, having found it a lot easier to just wear it instead of using the ribbon. Plus, the only reason I wore the ribbons was because Austria told me that it wasn't "ladylike" to wear hats. My thoughts were stopped by the brim falling, or being pushed, over my eyes. I pulled the brim up, "Oh. Hiya!"
Prussia smiled, not smirked, at me. "You don't care if I sit, ja?" I shook my head, "Of course not." I hesitated a bit. Damn it. Why'd he have to tell Ukraine that we were dating? Before I could ask him, Germany walked up to the front. "Yo West!" I grabbed his arm, "If you announce to them-" broad gesture to the countries under the table, "-that we are "dating", I am going to kill you. Do. It. Later. Ok?" Germany looked over, "What?" Prussia smirked, "Drinking later?" Germany nodded, turned to the countries, and said, "Well, returning to the topic we discussed at the last meeting. Global warming." America shot his hand up and Germany nodded. "WE NEED TO BUILD A HUGE HERO-" he shouted before England cut him off, "You brainless git! There's no way that that would do anything!"
"Ok ok! Before this even starts," I glared at both of them. "Let America finish, England. You two are acting like children." England looked at me, mouth hung open. "I'm supposed to be the mature one!" he shouted at me. "Then act like it." I didn't yell it; I barely even raised my voice. He stopped talking and looked over at America. America had sat back down and England followed suit. I glared at both of them. Germany watched both of them for a moment, "Well… since everyone appears to be listening now, any other ideas?"
Several more idiotic ideas later, Germany finally gave up. Right before Germany released us, Prussia asked me, "You and Russia wanna come drink with us?" I nodded, "Sure! Well, I will, but I dunno about Russia." Russia looked over at me, "Hmm Dreina?" I smiled, "You gonna come drink with us?" He smiled like a child on Christmas morning, "Of course!" I elbowed Prussia, "We're coming." He smiled again, "Cool. I'm going to drink you under the table!" I rolled my eyes, "Ha! Yeah, right!"
Germany let us go and walked over. "We going?" Prussia nodded, standing up, "Hey West. You think that Romania can beat me in a drinking contest?" Germany thought for a moment, "Depends on what you're drinking." Prussia thought for a moment, "Um… maybe shots?" Germany laughed, "She's gonna kick your butt, Prussia." He rolled his eyes. "Are we gonna go or what, you two?" Prussia's turn to laugh. "Yep. I'm going to kick your butt."
We walked to the bar and ordered. "Hm… vanilla vodka and a coke please." The bartender nodded and shot me a flirtatious glance, "Of course, belle!" France bartends? Didn't know that. Germany ordered a simple beer and Russia got straight vodka. Prussia got the same thing I did, determined to outdrink me. "Here you go, belle!" I took the vodka and the coke. "Thanks France. Didn't know you bartended." He smiled, "Oh? Do you like that aspect of me, belle?" I rolled my eyes, "Don't push it."
Three hours later…
I was slightly buzzed. Constantly drinking vodka at home does help when you have drinking contests. Germany had given up an hour or so ago. Prussia was slowing down. And Russia was tossing back vodka like it was nothing. "You ready to give up yet, Prussia?" I asked jokingly. "Hell no! I'm just-" hiccup "-fine! Gott verdammt. Never met a girl-" another hiccup "-who could drink as well as me." Some of the other countries had walked into the bar and were watching, highly interested.
"Wow Romania! You can drink a loooot!" Italy said, impressed. I happily flashed a peace sign, "Yep!" Prussia playfully punched me across the table, "I can still drink you under the table!" I hit him back, "Says the one who hasn't gotten a new drink in ten minutes." He tried to glare at me, but the alcohol had made him a bit more loose. He ended up laughing, "Fine! France! Gimme another one." France sauntered over, "Oh mon cher. I don't think that's a good idea." I leaned back against the booth we were sitting in, "Just admit it Prussia. I kicked your ass."
He glared at me, "Ha! I'm too awesome to lose!" I sighed. There was one sure way to shut him up… No. Not that desperate, yet. Germany got up, "What happened?" I looked over, "You passed out. After taking like four shots of vodka. In quick succession." He sat down next to me, "Oh? And how much have you drunk?" I thought for a moment, "Um… I'm not sure." I took a quick count, which came out to 40, and I cut that in half since Prussia and I had matched drinks. "20, I think." Germany smiled, "Oh yeah? I like girls who can drink." I raised an eyebrow, "Oh? I liked it better when you were out cold."
Prussia laughed, "Man, West-" hiccup "-you're wasted!" I laughed, "Yeah. And you are too!" Germany dragged Russia over to the bar, saying something about drinks on him. "I am NOT! I'm just-" I tilted my head, "Just?" "Tired! I'm tired!" He said with a huge yawn. I drank down the rest of my vodka, blinking a little. It stung the back of my throat and I realized that I hadn't mixed it. The rest of the night was going to be fun…
(Author's Note) Hi, people who read this. I'm writing a new thing called "Counseling the Countries". It'd be nice if you checked it out. Oh! And reviews please?