Warning: Foul language (All Romano's fault)

A/N: Updating after...centuries? Still not dropping it. Wow, I'm not as bad as I thought.

A little too rushed in the end maybe...

Netherlands grumbled as he saw his sister coming close together with that Spanish idiot and their grumpy foul mouthed Italian friend. He would have rather being locked away, in a stinky room with mice as roommates, rather than going around with those troublemakers.

He wouldn't be so worried if his boyfriend wasn't a walking disaster as well.

"Jeez! Calm down! It looks like you're getting ready for a battle!" Denmark tried to lessen the thick tension that was building up inside of Netherlands, the Dutch glared at him "If you just dare to behave like a kid, we are over. Is that clear?"

Denmark nodded, he wasn't even listening.

Lars lightened a cigarette, he bought ten packets to be safe: they were going to stay in a place where they used the karaoke. The mere idea of going close to that kind of place, caused his head to pulse. The last time, the stupid Spanish forced him to sing while Romano was recording the whole thing. The most embarrassing night of his life was about to have a sequel.

"Hola, hola!" cheered Spain going straight to hug Denmark "Hey man, how are you?" Netherlands shoot him a murder glare which Romano didn't miss to notice; the Italian pulled on Antonio's shirt and whispered something to his hear, being careful that Lars would be able to listen to each word coming out of his mouth: "Hey, beware, you know how fucking stingy and jealous Mr. Tulip head is…"

Denmark snickered at the comment, but he could hold back.

"Come on, big brother! Don't hold that grudge!" giggled Laura "Actually, that hairstyle of yours reminds a bit of a tulip."

Romano and Antonio glanced at each other, no words came out from their mouth, their eyes spoke for their own.

Lars was already at his limit, during all the walk from the train station to the pub, his four mate did nothing but playing pranks and giggle. He couldn't bear those four together, that wasn't a battle he could win alone. If it was the other Italian twin, Japan and Germany would have come along and he could have had the quiet night he deserved, but now he was alone, and the night was still too young.

When they arrived at the place, the pub was so crowded that they wouldn't be able to sit down, thus, they were forced to leave and go looking for another place.

"Awww! But I really wanted to sing!" whined Mathias.

"Fuck you and your fucking karaoke night! That's the only place in which they serve decent why around this goddamn country! Dutch food and beverages are the most fucking disgusting stuff I have ever tasted in my damn life!" shouted Romano.

Lars stopped dead at this, he pretended not to mind the stupid jokes and mockery, but that was just too much. Everyone has its limits, and Lars ones were passed long ago.

He threw the cigarette on the floor, squashing it with his foot. Noticing this attitude, Mathias tried to stop him, but that was too late.

"You think you are better than me uh? What can you tell me about beer? I tasted those disgusting sparkling soup you call beer. Silly."

Romano glared back at him, taking a step forward "Are you trying to challenge me?"

Netherlands lightened another cigarette "You said it first, but if it's war you want, well let's do this!"

It didn't matter how much Laura and Mathias tried to stop them, Romano and Lars kept on walking straight forward, eventually stopping inside a brewery. During the way they put up a drinking challenge. The loser would be forced to go around dressed in underpants.

Lars was pretty self-conscious, there was no way Romano could have kept up with him. He was defiantly going to get his revenge.

When Lars opened his eyes, he found himself on his bed. He couldn't remember how he got there.

Looking down, he noticed he was wearing his bed clothes. He didn't recall to have put them up either.

What was he doing? The last thing he could recall was Romano sleeping on the table, completely wasted from the five liters of beer he shoved down his throat.

This brought the bet back to his mind, Romano going KO could just mean he won the battle.

Gathering some strength up, he went down the stairs looking for Mathias: he wanted to see the pictures with the stupid Italian going around in underpants.

Hearing someone coming down from the stairs, Mathias closed his laptop at once. Turning around to his boyfriend "Hey, how are you feeling?" he asked, trying to move Lars attention somewhere else .

The Dutch stretched out "Great! And I'll feel even better when I'll see Romano going around in undies like a jackass!" he exclaimed, trying to reach the laptop, that Mathias promptly took off of his hands.

"About that…It's better if you don't watch that video…."

"what? Why? You don't want me to make fun of that damn friend of yours? It's not my fault if you just have low IQ people as friends!"

At that comment, Mathias just left the laptop on the table, but before doing that, he pushed some apparently random keys.

"Thank you for being so sensitive. I appreciate that!" Spitted out Mathias in a sarcastic tone, while walking out to the bathroom

Lars shrugged, he was too taken by the recent gained victory. His enthusiasm dropped down to zero when he saw what was on the screen: there was a picture in which Romano was laughing like an idiot, the reason why he was so joyful was because Lars was doing something like pole dancing in the middle of the street, in underpants. Lars stared at the picture, as a flashback came to his mind: while they were still at the pub, he accused Romano of being a pussy, that he didn't have the balls to go around in underpants. To show he was superior he did it.

As if it wasn't enough, Mathias published it few seconds before handling him the PC. Lars sat down on the floor, he couldn't believe it: that damn Italian won once again, and now Mathias was locked in the bathroom.

"Hey..." called Lars, knocking at the door "...I am sorry. I was a jerk, I didn't mean to offend you." but there was no answer coming out.

"Mathias, I went around pole dancing in underpants! I amused those jerks and half of the internet community! Don't you think I suffered enough?"

Still no answer. Netherlands sighed, his boyfriend adopted the silent protest mode, this meant he was cornered. Setting all his pride aside, Lars knocked at the door once again, this time, he was softer: "I surrender. I promise I won't complain anymore when it's about friends hangouts!"

He barely finished pronouncing the sentence, that Denmark popped out of the door, a ear to ear grin on his face "That's great!" he exclaimed, hugging Lars "Next week Antonio invited us at his place! You know, Francis and Gilbert are coming as well!"

Netherlands bit all the protests down. Fighting would be useless.