Poland was standing by the counter with the two glasses side by side. There was a bottle of vodka in his hand (Definitely not Russian of course, he wouldn't be caught dead with that laying around.). "Ivan, why did he have to be with Ivan?" Feliks muttered while glaring at the mouth of the bottle. He poured out the drink till the glasses were half filled and grabbed the cap to the bottle and tightened it quickly. After setting it down he rambled on some more, "I almost feel sorry for him, the only person who really feels like being around him is Belarus. She's a creep too." Feliks laughed softly and returned the vodka to the cupboard. After he turned around, he just noticed that there had been someone watching him since he was looking at their really awesome boots now. They were so shiny; he could see the blurry reflection of his surprised face. The red stitching stood out boldly against the dark brown leather, the laces going up and evenly crossing over each other. But then, those pants, such an ugly color. Poland covered his mouth to hide his expression. Who would possibly wear something that looked like an olive covered in mud? Even more appalling was that the entire uniform was the disgusting color. He saw their arms cross over the chest; the neck, his neck, something was around it. A cross, yes a cross on his neck! Poland racked his brain quickly, who was that again?
The man bent low to his ear, "Good afternoon, Polen." Poland's eyes widened, he saw that wicked grin out of the corner of his sight. That was totally not Germany, it was much worse; but, he wasn't about to give him the thrill of knowing that.
"Tch, what are you doing in my house Prussia? I never said you could Verb Confusion (consider revising) visit again." Poland said shakily and edged away from him. Prussia grabbed the edge of a fluttering ribbon trailing behind Feliks.
"Ah, don't get so upset. Was I really that bad back then Polen, we've always been kinda close so I took it easy on you anyway." Prussia looked down at the ribbon and twisted it around his hand, it was dark blue, pretty. He tugged it and it fell in a pile at Poland's feet. Feliks scowled and crossed his arms.
"Ya better give that back." Prussia gathered up the folds of ribbon, fingering the smooth fabric. "I mean it Gilbert."
"Can't I keep it, it's clearly non-essential to your outfit." He continued to admire it and noticed that the color faded slightly in a spot.
"No, that's mine and-" Poland saw Prussia toss it away carelessly over his shoulder.
"Never mind, there was something wrong with it. It's not good enough anymore." Gilbert walked over to the other counter, he saw two glasses sitting neatly side by side. He grabbed one of them and held it in his hands, staring down through the clear liquid. Vodka, that filthy Russian drank it constantly, so why was Feliks drinking it? "Who's here, there's two glasses out."
"Lithuania came over." Poland caught his breath, "Crap, I totally forgot about Liet!" Prussia watched him dash towards the door. "Wait a minute…" Feliks turned back and grabbed the glass on the table and pried the other one out of Gilbert's hands. Prussia let go, seeing blonde hair swish past his nose when he turned back around. A slight smile spread across his face, a wonderful smell drifted on the breeze. "Oh yeah, and Polen is like totally not my name Prussia, it's Polska!"
"Whatever." Gilbert pushed past him and barged through the door. Lithuania, he hadn't seen him for a while.
XD I screwed up when I was using different names for Poland. Polen is the German name for it, Polska is the Polish way of saying it. I had the two confused so I'm sorry for any up settings concerning that