Disclaimer- hetalia isnt mine but i cant wait to see the rest of beautiful world! its awesome!

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"Hey France... uh..." Arthur frowned at his mirror. He was still trying to understand why he was doing something so against the grain."France let's go out for drinks... Hey I thought you might want a break from being in a relationship with someone and have a free night out... no." He ran a hand through his messy hair and slumped down in his favorite seat (not Busby's Chair though)."How the hell do I get him t-"

Bang!

The front door was slammed open and a familiar shouted up the stairs.

"Hello! Angleterre...! Are you home?" Arthur's heart skipped a beat. Mostly from "surprise". He ran down the stairs and to the door to glare at the other blonde before him.

"How the bloody hell did you get in my house!?" France smirked with a sigh.

"I have been know to steal keys and make copies of each..." England's face burned red with anger."That, ... and you left it in the lock last night after you arrived from the bar with America..."

"How do you know I was at the bar...?"

"Because he told me today... I came to help you with your hangover like usual..." He hummed."But it seems like you already have gotten over it..."

"You don't help you just sit there and make it worse." He hissed at the fop.

"I never said I made it better..." He laughed at Arthur's angry face.

"How about we go to the bar tonight and make you get a hangover...?" The bushy-browed nation muttered at France, who smirked.

"Sounds wonderful..." He chuckled."Although I do not think that I will beat you to it." England stood shocked at how simple it was to make him agree."Oh, but I have to get back home early... I will be finishing Russie's secret gift...!" France still had to finish off another few inches and fringe the edges on the scarf. Unfortunately Ivan had been home every time he tried to make the scarf so he had to go into town. Even more unfortunate, every time he tried working on it, he was afraid the cashmere would get dirty. Very difficult. England grit his teeth together, forcing a smile.

"Oh alright..." He would secretly force France into a drunken oblivion no matter what.

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"Such a kind gesture..." France spoke into his glass, taking a small sip and turning to the other blonde."Who are you and what have you done with the Angleterre I used to know?" France finished off his third glass of wine.

"I am still here you git..." England rolled his eyes at the buzzed man beside him."And this is just because we haven't fought in a while... so it's like reaching a milestone."

"The reason is being around Russie has been occupying my time... It is different from how I have been around others..." He sighed happily. England frowned but continued drinking. He had been having a slightly good conversation for the most part but every few minutes Francis would mention the large Russian nation and ruin it."It has been such a long time since I have actually drank wine for fun..." He grinned and ordered a fourth glass.

"I can tell..." Arthur wasn't stupid. He had ordered light drinks for himself so that France would get drunk first. Then when he was faded enough, he would be able to walk him out to the car and have him fall asleep before getting back to Russian oaf.

"... How about after this we call it a night...?" France grinned."It must be late by now and I don't think I would be able to sew without making a mess, and I want everything to be perfect for mon Russie..." England scowled at his glass before putting on a smile.

"Oh come on, just a few more drinks...! It isn't even eight-thirty yet..." France smirked at him and pinched his face.

"Arthur... is your inner pirate showing through...?" The green-eyed nation scoffed.

"Pirate? Those days of unrefinement are behind me!"

"Ohonhon, they are, are they...?" England felt his face warm up.

"You bloody frog...! You know what I mean..."

"Yes but I miss the angry you. You are acting too nice right now... The last time you were this nice to moi,..." England sighed and finished off his drink, ordering a seltzer water to keep from getting any bit buzzed.

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Russia drummed his fingers against the table and glanced at the clock in France's kitchen. France said he and England would be going to the bar for a bit and he promised he would be back by nine. It was getting late and even though he knew it would help the last part of the plan, he made something he spent the afternoons learning to make. It was the last day he would be in France's house so he thought it would be a nice dinner.

The large nation sighed as he finished off a second glass of vodka and stood up to clear the table. Usually he would have had an entire bottle or two but he had been holding off just for the occasion. He had expected France to be a bit more honest after their recent partnership anyways, but this made him angry. Hard work for nothing. He almost wanted to simply throw the food away, but that would be a waste. He remembered how he had to wait for food scraps to be thrown away for him to eat when he was under Mongolia's rule and shuddered.

The silverette collected all his belongings and locked the door on his way out to the waiting taxi. He hadn't paid any real attention to time so he was a bit shocked to hear that they had already arrived in Saint Petersburg. Once in his usual surroundings of home, he felt happy to have his Baltics back. They seemed to be relieved he was back as well. He guessed Belarus must have taken out her fury on them. Mostly Lithuania since he had the most bruises.

Same old Nataliya. It almost made him feel bad. Almost. He flopped down on the couch in his office, trying to get comfortable, but as he closed his eyes for some rest someone knocked on the door.

"What is it!?" He snapped. Lithuania's head appeared in the doorway.

"Russia... Ch-China has come over to v-visit..." Ivan scowled and got up in a rush.

"This is not time for joking, Da?" The shaken brunette braced for any type of beating but it never came."Why are you not answering me?" Russia waited.

"It's not a j-joke...! He really is here..." The silverette was surprised that China had actually come over for a visit on his own, not by provocation or anything. He brushed past Lithuania and down the stairs toward the main room where Yao sat in front of the fireplace.

"China...?" The shorter nation stood up and smiled at him."What are you doing here?"

"I heard that you were home... and I just wanted to visit you for once aru..." Any other time, Russia would have been ecstatic but tonight was a bad time.

"Nice as it is... go home, da?" China was surprised by that.

"Why aru? I came just to welcome you back... Since I haven't seen you in such a while..." He blushed slightly embarrassed.

"I have a headache and just want sleep..." Russia showed him to the door and helped him to his car. Once back inside, he went straight to his room with one bottle of vodka and tried to get some sleep.

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I am very boring i know, but i hope this was a bit interesting for you.