Hi guys I'm back. It's hot here on this little island, very odd.
Any way, this chapter is a bit ...odd, but I am odd so that's not really surprising.
I don't own hetalia and enjoy, also thank you Rosey.
By the time England had pulled up outside the pub where the trio would usually meet up, he was seriously wondering how he had managed to not kick the albino out of his car. Do not let Prussia have control over the radio, as he will insist on turning up the volume as high as it will go and singing just as loud as it.
England could only hear a faint whistling noise as entered the pub but he was not worried as he has been to many concerts before and knew it would only last a few minutes. The song 'Friday', however, may be stuck in his head for some time. Bloody Teutonic Wanker.
At the furthest end of the room a tall blonde was waving energetically. He was clearly yelling at the Englishman and even though England couldn't hear him, he knew exactly what he was saying. Many nations were able to lip read, being alive for so long and battling in many wars, one learns certain skills - being able to communicate where it is too loud to hear anyone speak was one of them.
From what the Briton could make out, Denmark was saying (yelling) "Yo Eyebrows! Hey Eyebrows! Over here." It then became obvious that the Dane started laughing, clearly happy that England had come.
"Hey you actually showed up, didn't know if you were gonna, seeing that you didn't text back. I would have just flirted with some chicks or started a fight or something if you did a no show, but you're actually here. Awesome Art, so how are you doing?" Denmark said (roared) to England, a huge smile plastered onto his face.
The smaller blonde rolled his eyes, knowing full well that the Dane would have most likely just got completely wasted and talked to Gary, the pub owner, about a load of nonsense. The getting into the fight probably would have happened, but Gary had learnt from past experience that it was best if he tried to prevent any fight that the trio got into. He would also attempt to flirt, but when drunk the Dane usually just burst into fits of giggles.
"I'm quite alright. What about you though?" England spoke at his normal volume, just because he couldn't hear properly didn't mean he was going to shout like an idiot like his friend. The whistling was starting to fade, his hearing returning, though he wasn't sure this was a good thing with how loud the Dane was.
"I'm cool Eyebrows, nothing can keep me down. Though, it's strange him not being here, you know? Keep expecting him to show up, you know? Burst through the door laughing, and try to set your clothes alight."
The Nordic nation's bright smile dimmed a bit as he spoke about their missing friend, but brightened up as he looked up from his pint of beer to the Englishman. England nodded in understanding, his emerald eyes dulled slightly looking sad. A small smile tugged his lips as he turned to see the ghost standing next to him, who was clearly not enjoying his drinking buddies being so bummed out.
"It feels like he's still here, very close actually. I never understood his blasted obsession with trying to set me on fire, the bloody git." The Dane laughed loudly as well as the ghost, they were good times. The blonde simply rolled his eyes .
"Oh, well Norge said that you and him did some spell once, but the spell back fired or something like that. Nearly set the whole place in flames but the fire didn't touch you. Said something about an abnormal glow. Of course I told Norge that he has been talking to his 'magical friends' too much. I told Gil about it, so he made it his awesome mission to set you alight."
England's face became deadpan as the taller blonde finished explaining, he shouldn't have expected anything else really. He had to question why he kept on associating himself with these types of people.
"Kesesesese! That's my one regret Brows, I never got to set you on fire." The albino laughed, draping his arm over England's shoulder. Arthur sent Gilbert a heated glare, about to yell at him before remembering Denmark wasn't able to see the Prussian, or hear him. Lucky Dane.
"And you just let the prick attempt to set me alight? You are a true friend Mathias. And just so you know that spell didn't backfire, it was just Russia. I'm not quite sure why he finds joy in constantly interrupting me whenever I'm doing an incantation." The green eyed nation stopped glaring at seemingly nothing from the Dane's point of view, to frown at the loud blonde.
Not being at all affected by the Englishman's now hostile look, grin still plastered on his face, though admittedly a bit smaller than earlier. "Eyebrows, it was as funny as hell. Awh come on man, tell me that if it was the other way round you wouldn't have just sat back and watched. Anyway you left me hanging last night at the wake, so we're even."
England waved dismissively at the Dane, saying that he didn't hold any grudges, and leant on the bar. He smiled (smirked) at the pub owner and held up two fingers to the man, the pub owner nodded and handed the Briton two beers.
Mathias's eyebrows rose at how quickly the Briton downed the drink, apparently wanting to catch up with the Dane. Others would have been worried about this, but not those who drunk regularly with the island nation, meaning Denmark and Prussia. England could actually drink as much as anyone else, if not more, that is as long as he kept away from vodka.
"I've already had five before you came in Brows, you are going to drink quicker than that if you want to keep up." The taller nation laughed raising his sixth pint to his lips, drinking much slower than his friend.
"That's not even a challenge. Gary, may I have five more beers my good man, I need to catch up with this git here." Arthur asked rather politely but with a challenging glint in his eyes. Prussia watched amused, knowing that his friends were going to get wasted tonight.
The Englishman looked over his shoulder to the ghost, a small smile on his face as he nodded to the beer that he hadn't drunk yet as his other five arrived. Gilbert blinked, puzzled about what the Brit was on about, earning him an exaggerated eye roll.
'It's for you, I'll distract him while you have a few drinks. Do it discreetly though, people will spot a floating glass, no matter how drunk they are.' England mouthed to the Prussian before looking away and downing another glass.
Crimson eyes lit up once Gilbert understood that he was getting beer, for free too. "I need to prank Francey pants again then, America too. Danke Limey~" Prussia sung his thanks, earning him a snort from the recipient.
The pair had lost count ages ago of how many drinks they had drunk. They were both slightly merrier than they had been when they first entered the pub, Denmark had managed to get even louder. England would giggle every now and then, but they were both fairly sober, if not a bit tipsy.
Prussia had counted eight beers for both of them, a bottle of cider, three glasses of rum and a few Danish drinks that Prussia didn't quite hear the name of. Over all a pretty impressive amount. It was fair to say that Gary quite enjoyed it when the trio came to his bar, it was good business. Of course Prussia had drunk nearly the same amount, as England ordered double of everything, sometimes triple.
"Oh, it seems that that lovely young lady left her drink." England smiled examining the cocktail a lady had left when she and her friend had attempted to chat up the two nations. England's eyebrows rose, once he saw the napkin underneath the glass with a number written on it.
Denmark grinned like a maniac and started to laugh loudly once he noticed his friend and the napkin. "'Bout time you noticed Eyebrows, the chicks left ages ago. The red head left me her number." Arthur didn't seem fazed at all by the teasing tone in his companion's voice as his face turned smug.
"Take that country of l'amour, I got a girls number by doing absolutely fuck all." The Briton had a huge grin on his face as he downed the cocktail the girl had left behind, only thinking afterwards that there might be something in the drink.
"Mein Gott! Arthur, there's vodka in that cocktail!" Prussia screeched as he lunged at the Brit attempting to grab the glass, only to be too late as the glass had been emptied of its contents. The ghost groaned, knowing that he now had to deal with the drunk England. He could just leave him though.
"Awh Art, that had vodka in it, I've been trying to not let you have any of the stuff today." The Dane whined once England placed the glass down on the counter top, his eyes looking anxious. Damn, give it a few minutes and he would be singing loudly and find the room to be too hot for his liking.
"I don't even have Gil here to help me. You know what, fuck it, if I get completely trashed then I won't care. Although I did tell Norge that I wouldn't get too drunk. I'll just get drunk enough that anything you do will be funny." Mathias laughed as he ordered some shots.
The vodka seemed to be starting to take effect as England turned to Gary and, slurring slightly, ordered a vodka martini, he might as well have more vodka as he'd already had some of the usually forbidden drink. "Stirred not shaken. No, wait... shaken not stirred," he told the landlord who was currently in the process of making the drink.
As soon as he was given the martini, England looked at a man who happened to be standing next to him at the bar straight in the eyes and announced "The name's Kirkland, Arthur Kirkland." He then proceeded to down the drink in one and turned back to the Dane.
It was clear the vodka had now taken full effect as, true to Denmark's prediction, England was now singing a song he was making up on the spot called 'Pub and Go' at the top of his lungs, gaining everyone's attention in the pub. Prussia had decided against abandoning the Brit and watched in amusement as the Brit took off his jacket and started swinging it above his head.
"You know what Gil, I liked that song you used to sing when drunk. What was it called again? MIEN GOTT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I need to find a guitar." The Briton giggled as he jumped off his stall, landing on his feet surprisingly and stumbled off in some random direction.
"Eyebrows come back here, there isn't a guitar in the pub." Despite being a bit drunk himself, Denmark was worried about his friend's actions, especially since he had just talked to their dead friend as if he was there.
Following the drunken nation, Gilbert made sure Arthur didn't fall over anything, moving chairs out of the slightly stumbling nation's way when no one was looking. "Artie, Den can't see me so stop talking to the awesome me in front of him. He's just going to think that you are more insane than he already does."
"I have told you before Gilbert that I am not insane and fairies are real. I had a tea party with them the other day, Harry Potter was there as well. Wait, no he wasn't. The prick, he rejected my invitation. Or was that a dream?
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"I definitely had a tea party though.
"Hey Gil, I'm a wizard. Hehehe. But I lost my broomstick. Do you want to help me find it? We can look for it after I find my guitar, I swear I had one somewhere." The Briton swayed for a bit, looking deep in thought before his face lit up. "It's in my car!"
Before Prussia had any time to react England dashed out of the pub only to return moments later with a guitar with the British flag on it. He also seemed to have a portable amp as he plugged his guitar into it and started to play. Prussia had no idea what the Brit was playing but playing it he was, and pretty well at that.
Although Denmark was worried about his friend who kept talking to their dead friend as if he was there, he couldn't help but shout out songs for the Briton to sing. It didn't take too long before he got up and started to sing along with his friend.
He did however think that it was time for England to go home when he told Prussia to take it away. Prussia couldn't agree more, he could see how people were giving the small blonde strange looks as if he was mad, and it angered him. His friend was completely sane (in nation terms anyway), which was surprising considering that he could see ghosts.
Denmark called a taxi for the Briton and waited with him, making sure that he actually managed to get into the car. Once the small blonde had clumsily got into the car the Dane left, but not before telling the driver where to go - the whole time cursing to himself that he had let England have some vodka. It was fun to hang out with a drunken England, but he wanted to talk to someone more since Prussia's death. He would just have to call him in the afternoon, not the morning though, England would have a killer of a hangover.
"Right Brows don't talk to the awesome me until we get out of the taxi, don't want your people thinking that you're crazy." The green eyed nation simply nodded before going into a deep gaze, Prussia was sure it was the same one he had earlier which apparently caused him to see his past again.
Using this to his advantage, the ghost allowed the Briton to relive whatever memory, so that he wouldn't talk to the taxi driver. The driver stole glances to his spaced out passenger in his rear view mirror, deciding against his usual chat with his customers.
The Prussian tried to gage how far away from the house they were but couldn't tell due to how dark it was. All the ghost could make out was the lampposts that whizzed past and the trees that aligned the roads. There were so many trees in England.
It was only when the taxi came to a stop outside a large house that had a few lights on on the top floor, making the house seem more welcoming, that Prussia noticed that they were in fact outside Arthur's house. Turning to face the blonde, Gilbert found that the island nation was still in a daze. It*had been about forty minutes.
Tapping the blonde on the shoulder, Gilbert successfully brought England out of his daze causing the Brit to jump in his seat. Emerald eyes lazily looked around at his surroundings, taking much longer than should for him to work out where he was.
Once he realised that he was home, a small giggle escaped the small nation, which caused the albino to laugh. Britain was like an excited child when drunk, or a violent punk, or complained about his past. Luckily for the Prussian, the Englishman had become an excitable ten year old instead.
The Englishman fished around in his pocket and pulled out a couple of notes, he put them through the driver's window and stumbled out of the vehicle. "Bye Steve. Don't worry, it's not cancer, and it is just a cist."
The driver, Steve, stared in shock at the man. England didn't seem to notice as he walked (wobbled) up his pathway. Steve decided that it was best not to stay around this odd man for too long, especially as he may not be aware just how much he had actually tipped Steve, so he drove off, slowly. He was still shocked, driving fast was just going to cause an accident.
It was on his way back that Steve thought about how that strange man hadn't scared him and that he had actually felt safe around him, which was truly strange.
"Gott Arthur, stop scaring your people, it's not awesome." Prussia, who had been watching the taxi as it drove away, turned to face the island nation, only to not see him, at first. As soon as the taxi driver had driven off, England had lost balance and fallen flat on his face. Prussia sighed and trudged over to the floored country. The albino snorted as he knelt down next to the Briton, said Briton was looking at the floor as if it had just insulted him.
"The floor just attacked me! Why did it do that? I haven't said a bloody thing that could have offended the ground, yet it attacked me. Gil, I'm surrounded by the enemy, I can't escape!" The Prussian tried desperately to put on a concerned front for his friend, it was obvious by how the Englishman spoke that he actually thought the ground had it in for him, which was just hilarious.
"Don't worry Brows, I'll help ya out. How about I carry you? My feet don't touch the ground anyway." Prussia tried to ask seriously but failed as a laugh escaped his mouth every other word.
The island nation looked up to the crimson eyed ghost as if he was some holy saviour - Prussia actually expected to start hearing a choir singing behind him. England's green eyes were wide as he reached up to the Prussian, like a child would ask their parent to pick them up.
"Mein gott Arthur! The awesome me needs a camera to capture this awesome moment. You look like a ficking child. How do you manage to be stuck one moment then look like a cute kid the next?" Gilbert asked as he scooped up the Briton in his arms, bridal style and walked up to the front door.
"Thanks Gil. You are sooooooo awesome. Hehe. I didn't say thanks for pranking the Frog. Thank you for pranking the Frog. You are a true friend, not many prank the Frog for me. I'm friends with anyone that pranks the cheese monkey. Thank you Gil!
"Gil, your name is weird. Why are you called Gil? You don't have any gills. Or do you? Are you a merman Gil? Will you get a tail if you get wet? I wish I was a merman, that way I could live in the sea when people piss me off. People piss me off a lot. I can't do that though, I never learnt how to swim."
Prussia held in his laughter at how sad the blonde seemed to be because he wasn't a merman, he knew there was a reason he enjoyed drinking with the Englishman. His ramblings were just pure gold.
It was rather easy to open the door, even with the Englishman occupying his arms, who was oddly light. It did take a while to get the keys from the drunk, but it was all straight forward after that. The ghost carefully kicked the door open, and closed it gently behind him with his foot, finding the house incredibly dark despite the lights he'd seen on upstairs from outside.
"Scheiße Limey. The awesome me can't see a verdammte thing." Crimson eyes narrowed as Prussia tried to make out a light switch in the dark.
"I can help with that." England said relatively cheerfully. The Prussian smiled assuming that the Englishman would just do a simple spell to turn all the lights on in the house, but he was wrong. Oh so wrong.
Arthur grinned up at the ghost and, with a rather dramatic wave of his arms, declared "Let there be light!" As soon as the last word had escaped his mouth the island nation began to glow. The Prussian blinked and found himself holding an England that looked a lot like he did earlier, only now there was a pair wings on his back, which had ripped half his shirt off, and a halo floating above his head.
Prussia did the only thing that he could do: scream loudly and drop the angel on the floor. He then sprinted off to the guest room Arthur had told him he could use while he was staying, leaving the winged Englishman on the floor.
The glowing nation curled up into a ball on the wooden floor and promptly fell asleep.
Yeah, odd.
The angel thing will be important later, it's not just a random thing. Although when I came up with the idea at first, it was just random. What can I say, I like angel England.
anyway see you next time, and review and stuff.