13 Proprietor:
a : a person who has the legal right or exclusive title to something : owner
b : one having an interest (such as control or present use) less than absolute and exclusive right
c :one granted ownership of a colony (such as one of the original American colonies) and full prerogatives of establishing a government and distributing land
"Bruder, please tell me this is all a bad dream," Germany muttered as he stared at the half-wrecked store in front of him. Next to the stoic German stood Prussia, who had a look of guilt on his face. Whatever the so called 'awesome' trio was up to, Germany wanted nothing to do with it. He averted his gaze away from the mess. He closed his eyes as he listened to his brother's excuses.
"It was Denmark's idea, not mine! America was the one who brought the explosives! It's not even the fourth of July!" Prussia accused Denmark and America, who were busy talking to the angry proprietor of the tiny convenience store. "You guys said it would be awesome, like the awesome me. This is totally unawesome."
"Hey! That was totally epic! And you use that word, like way too much bro! Totally not cool! Dude, help us out!" America yelled at them, gesturing to the shop owner who was busy giving Denmark a good scolding. Germany felt pity for the shop owner. Denmark was too drunk to understand why the person was yelling at him as he could barely speak, slurring his words.
"Bruder, I'm going back home. You and the other two can take care of this without me. Don't expect any help. I can't believe you dragged me out of bed to see a smoking, blown up convenience store." Germany yawned and rubbed his eyes. It was four in the morning, and Germany wasn't in the mood to be solving any problem. Wasn't there a world conference the next day? Germany ignored Prussia's protests and stared at the broken beer cans from the rubble of the store.
"Hey! Like I told you, I'm a Viking! Do you want to hear a story?" Denmark drunkenly slurred while America laughed behind him. Prussia tried to drag Germany back to the store, but he ignored him and got into his car.
"No! I don't want to hear another story! You're all crazy! I'm calling the police!" the owner shrieked.
"Not cool dude! You can't call the police on the hero!" America exclaimed. Germany shook his head and made his way towards his car.
"Bruder, this is why I don't let your 'friends' come over," He sighed. The albino shrugged and waved him off.
"Ja, ja whatever. Now, could you help us deal with that guy! I don't want to deal with the police again!" Prussia whined. Germany gave him a glare.
"You know, I really don't like you sometimes." Germany sighed, ignoring Prussia's annoying laugh. He drove off and left Prussia with his friends to deal with the police.
Author's Note: Life has been super busy, and I finally got to upload chapter 13. As always, special thanks to my beta reader animetronic! If anyone actually reads this, I hope the stories aren't too horrible.