Another EU meeting had ended and the nations had decided to go to a nearby bar. Well, most of them anyways. Prussia was definitely on board with that idea. He never said 'no' to beer, especially when it was getting easier to fall back into his role as his normal self. Being with Russia definitely had its scars but there was one thing Prussia was very good at: Forgetting.
Currently, he was grinning as he looked around the establishment and when his eyes landed on England he went over and slapped him on the back.
"So, you decided to come, too, eh!?" he said still grinning, "I thought I'd have to drink with someone totally lame, but you're not so bad!"
He turned to the bartender.
"One of your best beers!" he ordered.
England hated European Union meetings.
He heated being cooped up in a room with a bunch of other nations yelling at one another. He hated spending any amount of time on mainland Europe. And most of all, he hated watching Germany and France.
After the meeting, he headed out to a pub, which he hadn't realized other countries would be at.
"Why don't you go drink with your brother?" he asked in an annoyed voice.
"Uh, because he's being totally uncool and is with Francey pants," Prussia replied, then frowned over at the other nation, "What's up your ass?"
He knew England was not the friendliest of nations and that he always came off harsh, but the two were actually pretty good friends. So, he knew when England was particularly annoyed, just like he was right now.
"I hate your brother," England stated in a grumpy tone that made him sound like he really meant it.
He took the last drink of his second point of the night and ordered one more.
Prussia watched as the other nations glass was refilled just as he was handed his own beer. He grabbed his drink taking a good sip of it.
"And why's that?" he asked.
"Damn kraut can never just settle for what's given to him," England muttered. "The wanker always has to take what doesn't belong to him."
He almost wished that America hadn't talked him into joining the EU. Nothing good had come off it and he always ended up depressed.
"Was?" Prussia replied, then grinned a little, "He take one of your imaginary friends?"
The albino took a sip of his beer.
England grumbled in response.
"And the frog is disgusting, as usual," he added. "Germany is barely a century and a half old."
He downed that drink even faster than the last.
"Hm... Is that jealousy, I hear?" Prussia replied.
England scoffed.
"Jealous of them?" he repeated.
Prussia shrugged.
"Look, what's eating you, Fish 'n' Chips, huh?" he said, "You're never this grumpy. Well, you are but... whatever. What's wrong, man?"
England motioned for the bar tender to bring him another ale.
"Almost one thousand years and I never had to tell anyone else to keep their hands to themselves," he started in a slurred tone. "After everything that happened, I never thought I'd have to worry about the kraut. He always hated him..."
"Yeah, well, you got me there," Prussia replied, taking another sip, "They surprised me, too. Never thought they'd be a thing. Still think it's weird."
"I don't know how I'm expected to just sit there and take it," England exclaimed in an upset voice.
"Whatever happened to Italy, anyway? He didn't need France."
"Maybe you should take this up with the French baguette," Prussia suggested, "You guys bicker but you've always been able to talk, right? Just tell him how you feel, man."
England gave the former nation a dry look.
"You honestly think I've ever been able to talk to that sodding maniac?" he asked. "Apparently he has your brother for that."
Prussia held up his hands in defense, then relaxed. He shrugged in response.
"Want me to talk to froggie for you?" he asked, "Me and him have always been cool."
"And say what?" England asked in an upset tone. "Arthur is a jealous wanker? No thanks."
"So you're just going to take it and be upset about it?" Prussia replied, "That sounds... totally unawesome. You're more awesome than that, Arty."
"Not to the people who matter," England responded.
He put his head down on the table on his arms.
Prussia frowned then folded his arms on the table before letting his chin rest on top.
"Sorry, man," he said, looking over at England.
There was a comfortable silence between them for a moment before Prussia spoke up again.
"You need me to do anything for you?" he asked.
Prussia was typically a 'look out for number one' kind of guy but he did have his soft moments in life. He wasn't entirely self-centered like most people thought.
"Take your brother and move to Asia," England grumbled.
"Don't think I can do that," Prussia replied, "But I can buy you another drink and give you a smoke."
"I don't smoke anymore," England responded. "I'll take the drink."