America: You were walking around your house alone in the middle of the night when you heard funny noises in the house. You immediately dove into your room, clutching your phone. You tried calling all your other friends and got nothing. You began to panic and realized that you still had Alfred's number. You gave it a shot, listening to the dial tone. He picked up.
"Sup, dude or dudette? What can the hero do for you?" He said, sounding calm. You nearly sobbed with relief, the noised sounding like human voices and making you more scared.
"Hello? Alfred? It's (Y/N). The one at McDonald's? I really need your help…" You whispered into the phone as quietly as you could.
"Where are you?" He sounded dead serious, surprising you. You gave him your address and went silent as the voices came closer to your door.
"Don't move, call the police and I'll be there in five," He said, hanging up. You felt a slight drop in your stomach when he did, but you didn't dare complain. You called the police and were told that they would be there in fifteen. You worried that neither of them would be there on time as the intruders entered your room, you hiding under your bed. You knew that it was probably the most stupid place to hide, but it was the best you could come up with on the fly. You held your breath as they ransacked your room, grunting and arguing. You heard one of them mutter about looking under the bed, making your heart stop for a second. Just when you thought that you would be caught, someone else burst into the room. You heard grunts and curses and the sounds of a fight when it suddenly went silent. Then you heard a familiar voice.
"(Y/N)? Are you in here? Are you ok?" Alfred called, his hiking boots thudding across the floor. You leaped up from under the bed and jumped into his arms. He hugged you, almost being knocked back.
"Hey, Dudette! I'm the hero, not the burglars!" he laughed, setting you down. You were on the verge of tears, clutching him tightly and trying to ignore the three men in the corner who were knocked out cold. You looked at Alfred, concerned that he got hurt in the scuffle.
"Are you ok, Alfred?" You asked, making him laugh and hold up his right thumb.
"I'm cool, dudette! The hero never gets hurt against the bad guys. What about you?" he grabbed the three men with his one hand and started dragging them out into the living room. You stopped for a second, amazed at how strong he was. Then you followed him.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry for getting you involved with this mess, I know we don't know each other that well and-"
"Don't worry about it, dudette. That's what friends are for, and I did say that I was the hero right?" he said, looking back at you. You blinked but smiled as the police pulled into your driveway.
"Yeah… friends." You liked the sound of it.
Germany: You were planning on just working out today because it was a Friday and you had just finished work. Your best friend was MIA with most likely Gilbert; who had become great friends. So you and Ludwig decided to call it early today. As you came out of the shower room fresh and clean you saw Ludwig looking at all sorts of paper, looking frustrated. You walked over to him and tapped his shoulder, making him jump.
"Hey, is everything alright? Need help?" You offered, sitting down next to him. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Nein, I'm fine. It's just zat I need to get these plans to my boss before zhe end of the veekend or I vill be in deep scheiße." He said, putting some of the papers away. You picked one of them up and took a look at it. This seemed to be right up your alley, making you smile.
"I like the notes you made here, but why don't you try this." You took out a pen from your bag and used another sheet of paper and showed him what you meant. He nodded, liking your ideas and sending back counter arguments. You didn't realize that you had been working for more than two hours until you looked at the clock.
"Oh! That took longer than I thought." You said, standing up. Ludwig looked at the clock and his eyes widened.
"Mein Gott! I never realized it vas so late!" He looked down at his paperwork and sighed. "And I am not even close to being done." He looked tired and depressed so you got an idea.
"Hey, I know a restaurant with some pretty private rooms where we can work and eat. Would you like to go there so we can continue to work?" You offered, shouldering your bag and digging out your keys. He looked hesitant, but he agreed and picked up his paperwork and followed you to the restaurant. You both sat down in one of the office like rooms that was reasonably quiet and private and began to work. You finished hours later and paid the bill. As you walked out into the night air you looked at Ludwig. He seemed a little more relaxed and only a bit tired. He looked down at you, shifting uncomfortably.
"Dankeschön, (Y/N). Jou really helped me a lot. Zhat vould probably taken me all veekend and I still vouldn't have finished it." You smiled brightly.
"No problem. What are friends for if not helping each other out? If you ever need anything else, here's my number." You scribbled down your number on a scrap piece of paper you had and gave it to him. You then said goodbye and went to your car, leaving him staring after you. He looked at the paper before he put it in his pocket, a small smile forming.
"Friends. Jes, zhat sounds gud." he said, looking up at the sky.
England: You went back to your favorite café on a nice Tuesday on your day off. You were watching the rain falling outside in the beautiful town you lived in and sipped your favorite drink. You were remembering your childhood for whatever reason when a familiar voice spoke next to you.
"Well, this is a pleasant surprise seeing you here again, Miss (L/N)." A familiar British accent said, followed by the chair across from you sliding back and a particular British boy settling into it. You smiled brightly, smoothing your (favorite outfit) down.
"Hello, Arthur Kirkland. How have you been?" He smiled at you and began to talk with you like you were good friends already. He ordered Earl Grey tea and you got another order of your favorite drink. After about two hours of talking his cellphone rang. He took one look at the caller ID and groaned.
"Who's calling?" You asked, genuinely curious. His thick eyebrows clenched together and he sighed deeply.
"That was my brother- my friend, Alfred. He's going on and on about something about a new plane he has. He just loves to drive me bloody crazy!" Arthur vented, face growing a little red. You laughed and changed the subject. Not ten minutes later a blond haired boy with an aviators jacket was slamming his hands on your table, startling both of you.
"Dude, Iggy! You have to check out this totally rad new plane I just built! It makes yours look like a toy plane!" He completely ignored you. Arthur was looking very aggravated.
"Can't you see I'm busy talking with a lovely lady, Alfred!" Arthur raised his voice a little, looking like he was going to start fighting the Alfred person. You stood up and stood between the two of them.
"Um, Mr. Alfred? I would hate to interrupt, but I would like to steal Mr. Kirkland from you for just a little while longer. You don't mind, do you?" You said politely, trying to avoid a scene. Alfred finally looked at you with surprise, deflating a little.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you two were on a date. I'll show you later, Iggy!" Alfred said, running off. You felt a faint blush creep into your cheeks as you let out a sigh of relief, turning back to a blushing Arthur.
"Bloody wanker doesn't know when to leave well enough alone. Thank you for saving me from his boring and crash boasting." he said, going around and helping you into your chair like a true gentleman. You were still blushing, but you shook your head and smiled.
"It's quite alright. We are friends, right?" You asked, smiling. He stopped for a second and smiled, nodding.
"It's an honor being friends with you, love." You blushed, trying to hid it in your drink.
Canada: You were working as a waitress with your brother at your family's restaurant and the morning rush was gone. There was a little time before the lunch rush came in, so you were relaxing in your area, going over your station one last time in case you forgotten anything. You heard the bell go off and you darted to the door, pulling back your (H/L)(H/C).
"Hello, how many are in your group?" you said quietly, grabbing two menus and looking up.
"Um… J-just one." Matthew whispered, smiling shyly. You blushed and put back one of the menus and showed him to a single table.
"H-hi Matthew. How are you doing?" You asked, watching as he sat down a little clumsily.
"I-I'm fine. Um, how are you, eh?" He asked, blushing getting a little deeper. You looked at your notepad.
"Fine. What would you like to drink?" You asked, trying not to look at him.
"How about a nice hot chocolate with whipped cream. Is that alright, eh?" he asked, looking up at you from the menu. You nodded and walked off to make the hot chocolate. You came back and saw that he had put the menu down and was looking out into the snowy outside.
"Here you go. One hot chocolate and are you ready to order?" You said quietly, going into auto pilot with waitressing and being a little braver. He nodded and placed his order as you scribbled it down.
"All right. I'll get that out in just a few moments." You turned to leave when he gripped your wrist gently. You turned and looked at him, him blushing like crazy and stuttering quickly.
"I-I-I'm s-sorry! It's just...um, would you like to join me ice skating later, eh? O-or whenever y-your f-free, I mean." he let go of your wrist. You blushed and pulled back your wrist, holding your notepad to your chest. You thought about it for a second, watching the boy sitting in front of you, blushing. You smiled a little as more customers came in, but your sister took care of them.
"S-sure. I'll be done at about f-four." You said, blushing deeper. Matthew's face brightened and smiled happily at you, making you smile a little wider.
"Ok. I'll pick you up at f-four then, eh?" You nodded and left. For the rest of your shift, he stayed, talking to you whenever you had free time. He wasn't pushy, but he seemed just as shy as you were. You felt reassured that he was there, and he always smiled at you. You thought that he was a pretty good friend. You blushed at the thought.
N. Italy: You were outside practicing football (soccer for you Americans) and trying to do a rainbow with the ball and a few other tricks you had seen the professionals do. After hundreds of tries, you weren't any closer to mastering the rainbow and were about to give up when a familiar childish voice called out your name. You turned around in time to be crushed by a very excitable Italian, Feli.
"Good-a morning to ya, Bella! Are you-a playing football?" He said, still hugging you. You laughed and pushed him off of you, standing up.
"No, I'm pretending to play football, how are you?" You said, patting down your brothers old soccer shirt. Feli smiled wildly, taking the football and kicking it between his feet
"You know I could-a help ya practice-a football," he said, doing special kicks and spins with the football. You sigh and agree, soon realizing that he was really a great teacher. Soon, you could do more than just a rainbow, but all sorts of other cool football tricks; But you were nowhere near Feli's skill.
"Very good-a, (Y/N)! You-a learn so quickly-a!" Feli shouted excitedly. You were doing a one on one, trying to get to the goal. You had tripped over his feet, him taking the ball from you with ease.
"Aw, come on-a, bella. I know you-a can do it!" Feli shouted encouragingly. You got up and tried again. For two hours. At the end of it, you were panting and gasping for breath, lying on your back and gazing up at the sky. Feli came over, frowning slightly and standing over you.
"Are you-a dead, bella?" he asked, crouching and poking you. You grinned leaping up and sprinting off with the ball. Feli jumped and started to chase after you, laughing. He caught up with you easily, but you managed to get close enough to score. You kicked as hard as you could eyes wide with hope. And there was nothing but net.
You cheered and jumped up, celebrating scoring on the little Italian. You stopped once you realized how you scored the goal through tricking him, feeling horrible.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Feli! I didn't mean to win like that. I tricked you and-" The Italian picked you up by your waist and twirled you around laughing.
"You-a did it-a, Bella! You scored!" He laughed, not looking mad at all. At first you were shocked, but you grinned widely and celebrated with him. After that, you two hung out for the rest of the day talking and playing soccer. Needless to say you didn't score on him again.
Russia: You were tending the shop by yourself today because your boss was really sick and it was a slow day. It was about noon and you were justing eating lunch when the shop bell ran. You lept up from the back and tried to finish chewing when you burst into the shop.
"Hello! Sorry, is there anything that I can do for you?" You asked, fixing your apron. You looked up to a familiar white scarf. It was the man who said something about the flower pedal in your hair. His violet eyes were unforgettable.
"Um, do you sell any sunflower seeds here?" He asked, looking even more gigantic than most in the tiny shop. You smiled and nodded, showing him to the flowers and seed packets.
"You're in luck, we just got a new shipment of seeds last night-" you stopped when you heard a crash, whipping around in surprise. The man looked just as startled as you did, looking down at a pot lying shattered with primroses scattered all over the place. He looked guilty and bent down, trying to hide his mistake.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to bump into the table there, I'll pay." he said, his deep,childish voice. His expression making you smile and bend down to help him.
"It's alright. I've done that more than a few times; I promise it's all right. Just out of curiosity, what is your name, sir?" You asked, scooping up the dirt into the small garbage bag you always kept on hand for situations such as this.
"Ivan, yours is (Y/N), da?" he asked, pointing at your name tag. You nodded, standing up and throwing the broken pieces of pottery in the trash. You turned to pick up the primroses but saw that Ivan held them in his massive hands ever so delicately, still looking guilty and crestfallen. You smiled brightly as you took the flowers from him, repotting them.
"So Ivan, who are the lovely flowers for? Or do you just like to plant them as a hobby?" You asked, going back to the flowers and seeds.
"I just love sunflowers. They never grow where I live, and they are so strong and bright and beautiful" he said, smiling. You nodded, giving him tips to help the flowers grow. You went back to the register and rung up the items.
"(Y/N)?" Ivan asked, making you look up. "Do you know if you could show me how to properly plant these flowers sometime?" He said this shyly, smile seeming to flicker. You blinked, but smiled.
"Sure, but it's normal to ask a girl if she wants to be friends first." You laughed as he blushed, smiling and shifting sheepishly. You then talked for hours, you doing most of talking. You decided that he was just a really big child. You could live with a friend like that.
Japan: You were walking in your favorite book/music store looking for a good manga to read when you saw the perfect one. But it was just out of your reach, so you strained and stretched to get it.
"Here, ret me herp you." You turned to see a familiar looking Japanese man reach above you and pick it off the shelf. You smiled and took the manga, holding it to your chest.
"Thanks so much, Mr. Honda. Fancy seeing you here." You said. His face never changed from the stoic look, but he nodded.
"I was just rooking at some new anime I could watch and saw that you might need herp." He said, bowing politely. You smiled and started to chat, and he even invited you to his house to watch anime with him. You had a feeling that not many people had that luxury with him, so you agreed. Before you, both departed for the rest of the day, he was suddenly hugged excitedly from behind by a tall brown haired man with a small brow curl.
"Kiku! Ludwig invited-a us to his-a house tomorrow for-a meeting!" The stranger talked quickly and excitedly, but the way the Kiku stood awkwardly and self-conscious made you wonder what kind of friendship they had.
France: You were at a bonfire with your friends in the middle of summer, eating a small pastry from the snack table and waited for the fireworks to start. There was a full moon and the air was starting to cool off slowly, but it was plenty warm in your t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers. You were walking around with a drink in your hand and searching for your friend when a boy bumped into you.
"Sorry." you mumble, trying to push past, but they caught your arm.
"Well, that's not very nice of you, ma cheré." You whip your head around and saw it was indeed Francoise.
"What the heck are you doing here?" you asked, completely shocked. He chuckled and let go of your arm.
"Well, I'm enjoying la belle nuit and party. And I see the most beautiful star has arrived." he said, almost purring. You laughed, amazed at the fact that he'd use such a cheezy pickup line.
"Well, it was nice seeing you again, Francois, but I need to find my friend-"
"You mean the one who has fallen head over heels in love and has been ignoring you?" Francoise inquired, raising an eyebrow. You stopped, realizing he was right, your friend had been ignoring you more and more since she meets that boy. You sighed and shook your head, turning back to him.
"Yeah, but I said I would meet her before the fireworks-" You were stopped as he grabbed your hand, dragging you over to the dance floor.
"One dance, ma cheré, s'il vous plait? Just one?" he asked. You were surprised, but he was already spinning you around expertly. You felt that you couldn't dance at all, but he was moving effortlessly. Eventually, you relaxed and danced with him (more like he dances with you and you following his lead clumsily). After the song ended, you were laughing, out of breath, and smiling. You had forgotten all about your friend, but she was off 'doing other things' and had also forgotten her promise.
"So, ma cheré. What about we watch the fireworks, oui?" He took your wrist again; you didn't think he ever let go of a single part of you throughout the entire dance. You nodded and followed him to a hill that had a few people but not enough to make it feel crowded. Somehow he had a blanket and laid it out. You raised a suspicious eyebrow.
"I don't think you are the type of person who just happened to have a blanket on hand for just a fireworks show." You commented, sitting down next to him putting your chin on your knees. Francoise chuckled.
"Oh, you should know that I love every type of fireworks shows." He winked at you, making you roll your eyes and push his face away gently.
"Pervert." You said and the fireworks started. It was beautiful, though not the most exciting one you have ever seen. For some reason it felt even more special with the strange french man sitting next you, smiling at the fireworks with you. You stole a glance at him, seeing the peaceful and unperverted smile grace his face. 'You know? He might not be that bad,' you thought. That was before he wrapped his arm around your waist and got a little too low. There was a loud slap over the boom of the fireworks.
"You just had to ruin the moment, didn't you!" You shouted, only half angrily.
"Desole, ma cheré!" he shouted, jumping back and rubbing his cheek. You never noticed the number he slipped into your back pocket until you got home.
S. Italy: You were having a pleasant walk through Antonio's tomato garden for some ripe tomato's for the pasta sauce you were going to make for dinner tonight. You came around the corner and ran into someone, making both of you fall.
"Ah damn it, you stupido tomato-bastard! Are you-a too stupid to-a look-a where you are-a going!?" You heard an angry italian voice shout, making you look up.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I really didn't see you there."You said, making his eyes snap up and look at you.
"Oh, it's-a you. My fratello-as babysitter that-a is friends with the potato bastard." he deadpanned, looking at you like he was bored. You frowned, wondering why he was being so rude, but you just stood up and brushed yourself off.
"Well, I am sorry. And it's (F/N)(L/N), by the way. I'm just picking tomatoes for a nice sauce for dinner, so if you will excuse me." You said, lifting your chin and walking past him.
"Oi, you can-a cook?" He asked at your back, making you turned around, a little insulted.
"Yes. I cook almost every night, and Antonio lets me pick his tomatoes because we are neighbors." You answered, putting the basket on your hip and the other hand on your other hip. Romano, you remembered his name was, didn't look at you and put his hands in his pocket.
"Show-a me." he said, not looking at you. You blinked, completely caught off guard. He wanted to watch you cook even though he didn't think you could? This guy confused you to no end. You sighed and shook your head.
"If you want. Come on, I already found more than enough." You said, walking back to your house with him trailing behind you. You opened the door and held it opened for him, walking into the kitchen and starting to get set for dinner. He watched your every move with cynical eyes like he was waiting for you to make a mistake. You were cutting the tomatoes and looked at the clock. It was an hour after you were supposed to be done eating dinner, much less making it. You sighed and turned to Romano.
"Hey, Romano?" He looked to you, stony face glaring at you. "Would you mind helping me? I started a little later than I expected and could really use the help." You heard him muttering, but he came up right besides you and took the knife from you.
"Here, its-a faster to-a make this is-a cut them like-a this…" He showed you while you watched in fascination as his hands expertly chopped, sliced, stirred and seasoned the sauce, telling you all the things you were doing wrong and how to fix them. You were being pushed out of your own kitchen, but you really didn't mind. You were beginning to like the sound of the angry Italian's voice and watching his smooth and expert moves. You didn't realize he had finished until you had a bowl of pasta with sauce shoved in front of you.
"Here. This is-a how you make-a good dinner with-a the tomato bastards tomatoes." he said, throwing a dish towel over his shoulder and leaning on his forearm on the table in front of you. You looked between him and the food, not really sure how to react. Romano raised his eyebrow.
"Are-a you going to-a eat it or-a paint-a picture of it?" He said still glaring at you, but you noticed a bit of nervousness with the glare. It was like he really want to know what you thought about the meal. You shrugged and took your utensil and took a bite. Your eyes widened for a moment and you nearly choked. Romano looked genuinely worried, eyes widening and mouth opened wide. You swallowed, gasping.
"THIS IS AMAZING!" You shouted, scaring the poor boy. After he got over the initial shock, he grinned and nodded, straightening and striking a strange pose.
"Well, what-a did you expect-a from the best-a cook in-a Italy? " he said glaring smugly at you, but you saw true happiness and relief that you liked in his eyes. You smiled, taking another bite and another and another. You savored every mouthful and when it was gone you were upset and disappointed.
"Whats-a wrong, Bella?" Romano asked, looking at you with a little concern. You shook your head, feeling petty.
"I just wish I could have this all the time. You really can cook a good tomato sauce." You said smiling. Romano was washing dishes and then went to your fridge, seeing all the leftovers you were going to eat the next day. His face paled as he gazed into the fridge.
"Oh mio Dio! Are you-a really eating this-a stuff?!" he shouted, taking out your favorite meal, or what was left of it. You glared and stood up, hands on your hips.
"Yeah, and for the record that is my fav- Hey!" You shouted as he threw it in the garbage, pointing a finger at you.
"No-a friend of-a an Italiano will eat this-a food! I will not allow it!" he then turned around and began to scavenge for food and ingredients from the cupboards. You ran into the room to give him a piece of your mind but stopped when you saw him start to make your favorite meal, but for some reason, it smelled better. You huffed and sat back down to let him cook, still fuming but willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. You spent the rest of the evening arguing and bickering, throwing insults back at each other while he cooked. When he finally finished it was late or early morning and you had fallen asleep at the table. He turned around after finishing washing the dishes.
"There-a. You should be-a eating edible stuff-a now-" He saw that you had fallen asleep and quietly put down the towel and put a blanket over you gently. "Well, at-a least you-a like my-a cooking." he muttered, a ghost of a smile gracing his face.
"Sí, you certainly can cook. I told you it was a good way to make friends, sí?" A certain spaniard said at the open window, grinning at Romano.
Spain: The day was beautiful and the air was clear and full of the sounds of people bartering and selling their goods at the outdoor summer market. You were selling the produce that you had grown from your public garden for charity. It was almost noon and the sun was starting to chase off the customers, even with the shade you provided. You were growing sleepy in your chair, the heat from the sun and the cool summer breeze slowly lulling you to sleep.
"You know it's not good to sleep on the job, chica." You heard almost asleep. You gasped as your eyes snapped opened, falling out of your chair with a yelp. You scrambled you, pushing your hair out of your face. You saw a familiar tan, brown haired man grinning down at you with a childish smile.
"Oh, sorry! I just got a little sleepy. Can I help you, Antonio?" You asked, brushing off your outfit. He nodded, pointing to a tomato.
"I would like a few of your lovely tomatoes and a chance to help." he smiled, making you blink as you packed up the tomatoes.
"Um, sure? I hope you know that I can't pay you because all the money is going to the garden and charity." You said, taking out a spare chair. He sat in it and put his feet up on the stand, hands behind his head and looking very comfortable.
"Sí, chica, I know and I don't mind. You looked bored and alone so I came to help!" He smiled brightly, making you smile. There was just something in that smile that made you happy whenever you saw it. You talked for hours, not really selling anything. When it came time to pack up he even stayed to help. At the end, you made your quota but you still had a surplus of tomatoes and peppers. You looked between the two giant bags of food and Antonio, holding one out to him. He blinked, looking at the food in curiousity.
"What do you want me to do with that, chica?" He asked, taking the bag. You sighed and blushed ever so slightly.
"I want you to have some. You helped a lot and there is too much for me to eat alone." You said, opening your car door. He grabbed your hand and stopped you with that smile.
"Then why don't we make salsa out of it together? It could be fun!" You blinked but nodded, giving him a lift to your house. He was right, it was fun making salsa with your new friend.
Prussia: Going to the pub with Ludwig, Antonio, and Francis was a bad idea, but what they didn't tell you was that there was one more person coming. And oh boy did you find out quickly who it was.
"Hey, Losers! Zhe awesome me is here to show jou how to be awesome! Hey, Bruder, vant to be shown up by zhe awesome me in a beer drinking competition?!" You froze, leaning on Ludwig's arm. You felt someone wrap their arm around your shoulder and lean next to your face; you could feel the grin before you saw it.
"Kesesesese, I see zhe ever beautiful (Y/N) is here to vitness my bruder's crushing defeat~" he purred in your ear, making you roll you eyes a he sat down next to you.
"Hello again, Gilbert." You said, getting your water and looking at him. He wore a simple military uniform that you didn't recognize and kinda thought was cool. His grin was unmistakeable and funny looking. It was even funnier when he puffed out his chest.
"Ah ha, zhe little (YN) remembers me! Like jou could forget someone zhis-"
"If you say awesome one more time I will knock you out." You said, lifting up your glass and flashing him a closed eye grin at him. He froze, mouth open.
"Hononon, Gilbert has also received the biting end of la cheré (Y/N). Impossible to woo, she is, mon amie." Francis said, chuckling and wrapping his arm around Gilbert's shoulder.
"Sí, señor. She is a real diablo." Antonio said, going on the other side of Gilbert and wrapping his arm around the two of them. You watched, feeling the intensity of the room grow a little more intense.
"Mein Gott. The bad touch trio…" The barman muttered, making Ludwig give him a few more coins in tip; the bartender took a drink for himself before going in the back and shouting for more help with the bar. You looked between them, confused.
"Bad Touch Trio? What-" You soon found out when the three of them grin identical mischievous grins and looked at you, eyes growing sparkling diamonds. You sweat dropped, backing away a little.
"Um, guys, could we maybe just calm down-"
"First round on me!" Gilbert shouted, raising his just delivered mug of beer and throwing his head back. You watched and Ludwig following his lead, both of them racing their way through their mug of beer. Antonio and Francis took a whole glass of wine each, drinking it back. You sat there, staring as they chugged back mug after mug, bottle after bottle of alcohol and started to get drunk real quick. Francis didn't really change much, he was only slightly more flirty and touchy-feely. Antonio was holding your waist, muttering about how nice you were and kept giggling stupidly and talking about tomatoes for some reason. Gilbert was merely louder and kept saying awesome more, talking to a yellow bird for some reason. Ludwig was the most changed by being a complete pervert; even more than Francis. After about the sixth mug and bottle you stopped them, to the bartenders relief.
"Ok, big guys. Time to get you home~" You said, guiding them to your car. You would take them to their own cars later, but there was no way you were letting them drive home drunk. Antonio was first, then Francis. He was the most difficult to get home, trying to grab you every chance he got. Ludwig was next, but it was just throwing him out into his yard and letting him stumble his way into the house. Lastly was a very drunk Gilbert.
"So, where do you live?" You asked, Gilbert slurring instructions the entire way; you got lost three times before you called your friend and asked for the right directions. When you saw the shape of his one room apartment and that it was in the worst part of town you set your jaw. You may not be best friends with him, but you were not letting him sleep in that place drunk; you weren't that kind of person. You went home with a very sleepy and confused Gilbert.
"Vhat are jou doing, (Y/N)?" You put the car/truck into gear and got out, opening the door for him.
"Come on, you need to sleep it off. Let's go, Mr. Awesome." You sighed as you helped him into your house. You almost threw him on the couch, where he began to look a little green. Your eyes widened and sprinted to grab a bucket, throwing it in front of him before he was sick. You left the room while he relived the glory days of his beer; going into your room and got into your pj's. When you came back down he way lying on the couch, breathing heavily but no longer looking so sick. You crouched next to him, realizing he was just a grown up little boy. You smiled, putting a blanket over him gently and patting his head. You were about to leave but he gripped your wrist gently, making you look down at him.
"Jou're a good friend, (Y/N)" he muttered falling back to sleep. You shook your head, thinking that he wouldn't remember this in the morning. You were right and ended up having to call Ludwig to help calm Gilbert down. Retelling the events of last night was rather funny, though.
Greece: You decided to go back to the small hill where you meet Heracles and brought a little picnic for yourself in case he didn't show up. You were walking to the hill when you saw some cruel kids throwing stones at a helpless kitten in an alleyway. You got very angry and yelled at the young boys to stop, chasing them away from the poor creature. You crouched down to the kitten that couldn't have been more than a few weeks old and cradled it in your hands; you thought it had to have been a runt of the litter based on its size. It meowed pitifully shivering in your hands. You stroked its head gently with your finger shushing it.
"There, there, little guy. You're safe now~" you cooed, smiling as it cuddled into your chest. You stood up to see Heracles standing behind you and looked down with a small smile on his face.
"That was nice of you." he commented, looking down at the kitten. You blushed and looked down at it.
"I just hate it when people torture a defenseless creature like that. It's good to see you again, Heracles." you said, smiling at him. He nodded and held out the basket with one hand, a sandwich in the other.
"I saw one of the boys try and take it but I thought that the food would go to waste. Shall we eat?" he said, turning and walking out of the alley. You followed him as he lazily walked around the city, making some offhanded comment every once and awhile. After a while he stopped and looked at you, a confused expression on his face.
"What were we doing?' he asked, making you laugh and leading him to the hillside as the sun started to drift to evening. When you two set up the picnic the sun was setting and you two l talked and laughed; you doing most of the laughing at his strange comments. As the sun began to set he insisted on walking you home.
"Thanks but it's really not necessary." You said. He blinked at you as he helped you up and smiled.
"I know, I want to do it to make sure you and your little friend are safe. That's what friends are for, right?" he said. You blushed and nodded, chatting more as he walked you home; you smiling the entire way.