To everyone reading this, I am sooooooo sorry! I don't know Den's character very well, so you'll all have to guide me… I said it in my summary, and I'll say it again, if I get too OOC, please let me know how I can IMPROVE! I really want to make my writing something worthy of you guys. Fortunately he has a pretty small part. Oh, and, my sporadic updates aren't going to change too much. I can't do this at my mum's house… she doesn't understand the definition of PRIVACY.
"Wow, you're such a bitch. I love you, man." Denmark laughed. He clapped Britain's back. They had arrived at the bar, but it wasn't the original, planned destination. They decided rather spontaneously that they preferred another one. Now the less awesome ones would drown themselves in alcohol as they waited for a phone call they were certain would not go very well.
"Yeah, well let's hope they're too drunk or tired to come here when they find out." His gorgeous laugh hypnotising Prussian. They hadn't even received their second drink before the Prussian's mobile began to ring. England laughed, "This should be good."
Gilbert shushed him and answered his phone, "Hey, Franny! Where are you two?" He had a hard time saying it with a straight face.
"What are you talking about, mon ami?" France asked in a tone that would sound pleasant to non-nation beings, but the other three could hear the ice in his words, "You must be mistaken, the question here really is: Where are you?"
"We're here. We've been waiting for the two of you to show up, frog." Arthur cut in (the phone was on speaker as they unanimously agreed it would be too funny to leave any of them out of), "You don't have to be such an ass to one of your best fucking friends."
"Well then, care to tell us where 'here' is, mon cher?" The patience audibly leaving his voice.
"Franny, you didn't go to that bar down by my place did you?" Prussia asked as though realisation had suddenly hit him.
"That's where you told us to go, amigo." The Spaniard had clearly taken the phone when he heard Francis using such a tone with whom he believed to be his Brit.
"Nein, we changed our destination, Limey likes this bar better. He said it might do him some good if he was in a better atmosphere, so he wouldn't murder you two."
"You never told us that!" They both yelled at him. At first, Gil wasn't happy about his friends yelling at him when he wasn't even able to down it with a beer, but he looked back at Arthur, and smiled.
"Oh shut it, gits. It wasn't Gil's job to tell you." Arthur retorted.
"Oh, then pray tell, Arturo, was it your job?"
"Of course, because I can be trusted to inform you two twats of where to meet up with us." He replied sarcastically.
"Then who was supposed to tell us?" Antonio inquired.
"It was Mathias's job!" Arthur snapped, "Honestly, I hate the two of you, and you can't expect the driver to text you, so who would be left to send you the information?"
"Sorry, I must have forgotten." Mathias said indifferently.
On the other end of the phone, Antonio was at a loss for words, "…Arturo hates me?" He felt the world stood still. He felt is heart break. A deep feeling sunk into his stomach, and Francis felt it necessary to reclaim his phone at that point, "Well, if you remember now, send me-"
Antonio once again snatched the phone from Francis. He mumbled a soft "Sorry" before hitting the end button.
Antonio wasn't the only one hurt by that comment; Arthur felt the same as he did. He was shaken by his words, and unlike Antonio, he let a few tears betray him, unveiling weak spots in the armour he wore to keep others out. Arthur tried to immerse himself in his drink, but, unfortunately, when he was hurting as much as he did then, alcohol hadn't any effect on the Briton. It made things more difficult for the other two to approach him, but Gilbert attempted to do so and comfort Arthur. The Briton was fortunately quick to bounce back as with the support of the albino and a few drinks, he was able to bear with the next day. Gilbert should have felt even more awesome for having comforted Arthur, but there were two problems with that picture. One: The ring still remained with the albino, burning a hole in his pocket. Two: A thousand times worse than number one; In order to console Arthur, he had to get the man to swallow his pride and text his ex, so he could meet up with the man and properly apologize. All he could do now was pray that Antonio would screw up and royally piss Arthur off. Please God, Lady Luck too. Any other higher beings, we need all the help we can get; that Spaniard could be pretty smooth.
I almost cried writing this, when Toni got sad and I rushed the ending. SpUk is likely on the same level in my mind as PrUk which really kills me, I DESPISE myself for turning my favourite character into a manwhore T.T. I love everyone who actually reads this. To those people who reviewed or one of those other things you can do with my story that come as a compliment and I can't remember, I LOVE YOU! It's because of you I know there are people still reading it… But I don't really understand how to properly respond to each of you (I can't find the right words) so many thanks, and just know that I read your comments. I also check out your profiles and if you have any fanfics from something I know/care about, I will read it. EVEN IF IT'S USUK which I truly hate with a passion (if that's you're only fanfic I would understand). Sorry for rambling here and at the beginning, I'm wasting you're reading time, so I'll go now.
