LXXVII: Drink
Characters/Pairings: America, England (US/UK if you squint and tilt your head, though it's not meant to be)
Genre: Humour
Rating: K+ (or T)
Warnings: Hangovers. Mentions of alcohol.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia OR Pirates of the Caribbean.
Also, underage drinking is bad, kiddies. Don't do it.
"Oh, god, my head," Alfred whimpered, shutting his eyes against the bright sunlight flooding in through the windows.
Arthur groaned as he looked down at the bottle of rum in his hand, making a small noise of disappointment when he saw that it was empty. "Why is the rum gone?" he asked mournfully.
"Prob'ly 'cause we drank it all," Alfred moaned, clutching his head. "Dude, I am never watching Pirates of the Caribbean with you ever again. Next time you wanna get nostalgic, call Spain or somethin'."
Arthur chortled, then moaned as the vibration reached his head. "Bugger all, that hurts!"
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