They drove to the bar, chattering amongst themselves amiably. The entire atmosphere was a victorious one, and Matthew was chatting with Gilbert, absentmindedly playing with the albino's hand. Moving the slender and pale fingers back and forth, he was privately enjoying the tingly electricity.

"Hey, Gil?" He asked, a sudden worry plaguing his mind.

"Hmm, Birdie?"

"Who's going to be the designated driver?"

A pause. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, Birdie."

Matthew paused, momentarily stopping curling Gilbert's hand into a fist and out again and just holding Gil's hand. That didn't seem legal. Oh well. He realized he was just holding Gil's hand and furiously began messing with it again, blushing slightly. He could have sworn he saw Francis wink at them from the corner of his eye. He had the sudden urge to make Gilbert flip him the bird. Of course, he was too nice to do that. Gilbert, on the other hand, was definitely mean enough to. Matthew chuckled.

"Oh, very mature." Francis snootily said, flipping his ponytail. Gilbert made an indignant noise, and before it could break out into a full scale argument, Antonio loudly honked the horn, startling Matthew and Lovino. Matthew responded by jumping and clutching Gilbert's arm, while Lovino swore loudly and smacked Antonio on the head.

"Watch it, you tomato bastard!" He hissed, and Antonio rolled his eyes.

"You know you love me." Antonio teased, sticking his tongue out at Lovino, who pouted.

"No, I don't."

"I heard you last night." Antonio simply said, eliciting an 'ooooooh' from Gilbert and Francis and a blush from Matthew and Lovino. Lovino opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but decided against it and turned to look out the window.

"… Bastard." Lovino mumbled.

Gilbert looked at Matthew, who was still clutching his arm. "Uh… Birdie?" He said, and Matthew quickly realized the position and let go. Gilbert laughed. "No, it's ok. You were cute like that." Matthew blushed.

"Uh… I…" Matthew stammered, and before he could embarrass himself any farther, Antonio stopped the car in front of a tiny looking bar.

"We're here!" He sang out, unbuckling his seat and hopping out. Lovino opened the door before Antonio could for him with a pointed glare. Matthew let go of Gilbert and hopped out of the car, Gilbert following close behind. They walked into the place, and the place was almost empty. Well, aside from one woman with long brown hair and flowers in her hair. She had on a nice looking and flowy dress. She looked up and narrowed her eyes.

"Oh. No no no. I'm not kicking you idiots out again." She said, her voice thickly Hungarian accented. "You were permanently banned from here!" She shook her head. "Out."

Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio responded by just sitting at the bar. "What's the problem, Elizaveta?" Antonio happily said. "I brought Lovino with me!" Antonio gestured to the frowning Italian. Elizaveta's eyes widened.

"Your boyfriend?" She asked, suddenly sounding much more interested. Antonio nodded. Elizaveta smiled slightly. "Well… I suppose… I need my camera." She ducked under the counter and came up with a camera. "Sit, sit Lovi." Lovino sat next to Antonio, still scowling. She just then realized that Matthew was still awkwardly standing there. "Who are you?"

"That is Birdie." Gilbert proudly said, and Matthew shyly waved.

"H-hello…" He mumbled, and Elizaveta inspected him.

"You don't look corrupted yet…" She said. "What are you doing with these idiots?" A snort from Francis. "Run. Run while you still can." Matthew smiled slightly and sat down next to Gilbert. Elizaveta made a 'hmmm' noise. After that, she poured the 5 beers. "This one's on the house. The rest you pay for!"

Matthew looked at his apprehensively. While he did drink beer every now and again, this was different. Mainly because Elizaveta was poised over them, holding a camera and a scary glint in her eyes. Gilbert downed his and poked Matthew.

"Well?" Gilbert prompted, and Matthew jumped slightly. He quickly mumbled an apology and took a sip. It was good. "It's German! Obviously the best sort." Gilbert bragged. Matthew rolled his eyes and took another sip.

"Hush, you." Matthew said, taking another drink and welcoming the buzz. He knew he'd regret it, seeing as he had next to no tolerance for alcohol. He could already feel his cheeks getting flushed. Quickly, the two finished one glass, another, and another, until for some reason, Matthew was on Gilbert's lap. Lovino was already sobbing on Antonio's shoulder, hugging him fiercely. Antonio was giggling, patting Lovino's hair and singing. Meanwhile, Francis was trying and failing to hit on Elizaveta, who was furiously snapping photos of the two couples, sleeve wet with blood from an earlier nosebleed.

"Hey Birdie?" Gilbert asked, slurring his words only slightly. The German could hold his liquor.

"Yeeeeaaaah Gil~?" Matthew hiccupped, grinning and flushing. He nuzzled into the Prussian, giggling. Gilbert sighed. It was apparent that Matthew was bad with the drink. They've gone out drinking before, but never this much, Matthew was much more controlled. Elizaveta must have done something to it to get her yaoi fix. Figures. Gilbert didn't exactly mind, of course. Matthew was pretty cute, and he did have a tiny crush on him. Okay, more than tiny. But he wasn't about to admit it! Not in front of Elizaveta, anyways.

"Why are you on my lap?" He asked simply, and Matthew shrugged, accidentally spilling his drink on him slightly.

"Sorry…" Matthew apologized, mumbling against Gilbert, his breath tickling. Always the polite one. "Hmmm. I don't know. That's spooky." He still didn't move off of him. Gilbert raised an eyebrow and took the glass from his hand, ignoring the weak protest and drinking it. Damn. That was strong. He suspiciously eyed an overly excited Elizaveta, snapping pictures of a now kissing Lovino and Antonio. She didn't notice. Gilbert sighed and finished it.

"No more alcohol for you." Gilbert simply said, slamming the now empty glass on the counter. Matthew pouted.

"Why?" He said, dragging out the 'why'. Gilbert rolled his eyes.

"Because I said so." Gilbert said. Matthew sighed.

"You know what, Gil?" He giggled, hugging him. Elizaveta was now moving on to the two of them

"What?" Gilbert asked, just to get him to stop. Matthew looked him in the eye.

"I want you!" He sang, grinning. "I want you sooo bad!"

Gilbert blushed. God damn. Even drunk, he still sounded hot. Matthew continued singing, leaning in dangerously close to his face. Gilbert blushed, and some instinct told him that Elizaveta was literally right there, holding the camera up, and he pulled back.

"Come on Birdie, I'm taking you home." He scooped up Matthew bridal style and Matthew smiled, kicking his legs.

"Whoa~! The air feels so nice, eh?" He said, then continued singing. Gilbert laughed under his breath and exited the bar.

When he set Matthew in the passenger seat, Matthew giggled. "Shotgun!" Gilbert smirked.

"Yes, okay." Gilbert said, rather unawesomely. He got into the driver's seat, despite being drunk, and drove home.

A/N: WHOA WEAK ENDINGS ARE HELLA RAD. The PruCan action intensifies! Ooooh~ ;) I promise next chapter's going to be very fluffy. *eagerly rubs hands together* Review if you enjoyed it, poppets! I love y'all in a platonic way! ^^ ~Amity