AN: So, this isn't exactly a mini chapter, but it doesn't involve any songs... It'll be one regardless. A lot of people were wondering how Alfred and Feli got drunk and this is what I came up with. Sorry that I didn't post it directly after the chapter with Gil singing, but I needed to rewrite it. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

And please note that I do not know alcoholic beverages very well nor have I ever really been in a bar.

The door swung shut a bit louder than he anticipated, a bell ringing to tell whoever was running the joint that another customer was here. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the bartender look up from where he was, having been leaning against the counter, and then turn to probably begin to prepare something. He noticed there weren't a lot of people in the bar, but it was still fairly early. It wasn't yet nine, though it was getting there.

A few people were scattered around the room, none anywhere near each other. One was sitting at a lone table near the corner of the room, another perched on a stool by the counter, and… the only others were himself and the bartender. Alfred shrugged slightly to himself and walked to where his feet directed him; the stool one away from the other guy who was at the counter. He pulled his seat back, the metallic legs scraping slightly against the wooden floor, and sat. The bartender, a short brunet that looked to be in his early thirties, turned. He almost looked surprised when he spotted him, but Alfred was used to that.

Having a physical appearance of a nineteen year old did have its disadvantages, but he was over two hundred years old. If he wanted a drink he was going to get one. "Hey." He greeted, his tone friendly as if he knew the man personally.

"Hi." The man met the nation's eyes, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, and then seemed to shake it off. "What can I get you?" He asked, all thoughts of the blond across from him being underage seemingly gone.

Alfred allowed himself a satisfied smile. "One beer. Whatever works."

The bartender nodded and turned, bending to grab some kind of beer from whatever different kinds were available. Alfred glanced around the room. The place wasn't bad. In fact it almost looked like that one place Arthur had taken him when he was trying to get him drunk. He'd never been here before, he was sure of that, but it was close to the conference building. He had assumed it would do until the meeting started.

When was that anyway? He thought that it had been scheduled for… was it one or two o'clock..? Hm… He needed to get there early either way, considering the fact that he was helping to host it. He had time though and it wasn't like he could get drunk easily. It would be fine if he stayed for a bit.

There was a clink as the bartender set a beer on the counter, nodding towards him before he returned to whatever he had been doing previously. Alfred smiled slightly and opened his drink, not even looking at the brand before he took a swig.

And that was when he noticed that the person sitting next to him looked oddly familiar. The nation turned his head, nearly coughing when he saw the recognizable auburn hair- not to mention the curl- and set his drink down. "Feliciano?"

The older nation's head turned slowly, almost reminding him of a horror movie though he pushed the thought back, and the shadow left his face. His eyes were dulled, not to mention a bit hazy. The Italian smiled slightly though it held none if it's usual cheeriness. "Boungiorno, Alfred."

The American blinked, suddenly feeling concern along with his surprise. "How long have you been here?"

Feli shrugged, looking indifferent. "I don't know…" He took a drink of whatever he was having- beer as well by the looks of it- and turned back to the way he had been previously facing.

Alfred decided to ignore the fact of how odd this might be and drank a little more. "Didn't expect to see you here."

Feliciano nodded slowly. "Same here." He laughed softly, holding about as much humor as his smile had. "I don't think I expected me to be here until… this morning I think."

He hummed slightly in agreement. "Yeah…" The reason Feli was here was fairly clear, unless something else happened that is. But he doubted that. "Last week got you down?"

His friend- did Feli consider him a friend? - smiled again, this time more genuine. His eyes darted towards Alfred, his drink halfway to his mouth. "That hard to tell, huh?"

"Oh, it took me years to figure it out," He laughed softly. "Believe me; I was wracking my brain for hours." He watched as Feliciano shook his head, his smile turning wry, and took another drink. He tried to think of something that could make the Italian feel better, though the only thing he could come up with was, "He'll be fine." Come on, Alfred. You're a hero. You can do better than that.

Feli nodded. "Yes… for a time he will. But then he'll disappear…" He sighed and Alfred thought he saw him mouth something, though he couldn't hear or read what it was. The two were silent, both in their own thoughts. Alfred knew that Feli was fully aware of Gilbert's stubbornness, as well as Ludwig's, when it came to the matter. He didn't want the German- Prussian- to disappear either. He had started to befriend the guy. But… Feli did know from personal experience… His eyes widened. Shit. Bad topic. Abort. Abort.

"So, does your brother know you're here?"

"Does yours?"

…And they were back to silence. It carried on for several minutes, or maybe more than that. Alfred busied himself with glancing at the television, which was on some random sports channel, and trying to find something that could cheer the other up or at least get them off of the topic. Needless to say, he didn't have to search for it for long. It wasn't that he came up with something, much to his disappointment, but…

Feli started laughing for no apparent reason. Alfred turned his head, curious. The Italian looked like someone had said some really funny joke, but when he turned his eyes were hazier than before and his voice was quite a bit slurred. When he noticed the other was looking his smile, which was genuine now, widened. "S-sorry, i-it's just…" He laughed harder, leaning against the counter.

"What?" Alfred inquired, unsure as to what his answer would be. He couldn't help but smile a little as well.

"I-imagine… imagine their faces i-if they saw us… W-we're not talking like idiots."

He snorted, laughing softly before he took another drink of a second beer. "Their heads would probably explode." It really was an amusing thought. They had showed some of how they thought through a song or two, but not the true depth they could get at. Feli continued to laugh. "Whose face do you think would be the best?"

"I-I don't know." For a moment the Italian was silent, his eyes shifting towards the ceiling in thought. "Probably…" Alfred could tell the exact moment he had his answer, his friend's eyes widening and a grin slipped off onto his face. He began laughing again, harder this time. "A-arthur or… Roderich… haha imagine his face if he was p-playing the piano and f-found out…"

Now Alfred was laughing. "Oh my god that'd be hilarious… We've got to take a picture." Feli nodded enthusiastically and for a moment they did nothing but discuss plans that would probably never happen; ways to show other nations Feli wasn't, in fact, useless and that he was not a bumbling asshole/idiot. Then that faded into more silence, comfortable this time, and both of them had a few more drinks.

After what seemed like forever Feliciano turned towards him, a perplexed expression forming on his face. His eyes glanced over the American up and down and then stared at the drink he was holding. "Why…" He almost tilted his head. "Why aren't you drunk…?"

He had almost been waiting for the question. Everyone seemed to ask, though they never seemed to remember by the time they inquired that he had super strength. They probably hadn't watched Captain America either, but that really gave an explanation, even if it didn't exactly fit. "I don't know," he answered, knowing that he shouldn't try to explain it at the moment. He paused, a part of his mind telling him that he should probably look at the clock before he said the rest of the sentence, but he didn't care anymore. A sly smile formed, almost like one of Gilberts. "Why don't we find out?"

After Feli nodded they continued to drink, the other only giving a barely audible, "You're paying for it…" So they began. It seemed like it went on for a long time before, at some point, Alfred found his mind starting to grow hazy. He had no idea how much he had drunken. At another point he glanced at Feli, thinking it odd that the man was still drinking with him. "Maybe… you shouldn't." He advised. He felt that the Italian would pass out if he drank more and that wouldn't be good, though he couldn't remember why… Feli did, much to his relief.

And, eventually, the two were both laughing their asses off. At what, neither could or would remember. They couldn't even grasp onto it very well now.

"W-why did he do that?"

"I don't… I don't know… his face was like-" Feli made a completely ridiculous face and they nearly doubled over. When the Italian could actually breathe he tried to continue, "a-and then there were these- these stairs-"

"What stairs? W-when was this?"

"No- no idea. But then we- pretty sure we- ended up in the kitchen for some reason."

"Were there magical things?"

Feli laughed again. "W-what?"

"L-like these… talking toasters and shit." Feliciano looked like he couldn't breathe, tears in his eyes. Alfred tried to defend himself, though it came out halfheartedly through his own laughter. "I-it was a k-kids movie. Shut… shut up."

Sometime later he realized that something was off. There was a nagging in his brain that wouldn't go away. It was trying to tell him something. Something important. His stomach twisted slightly, a thought occurring to him. Didn't he have somewhere he needed to be…? Would someone get mad at him for something…? But he looked at Feli, who was laughing like nothing had ever been wrong, and smiled. They might as well have fun with wherever the hell they needed to go. "H-hey, we had something we needed to do… right…?"

Feliciano stopped laughing after a couple of moments. "Y-yeah… hehe. I think so. …why?"

"…I think we're late…" He turned his right and smiled at the bar dude. "Hey, man, um… do you know where a-" He paused. What was the place they needed to get to..? Uh… a tune caught his ears and his eyes widened. Oh! "Meeting place…" His mouth didn't seem to want to work with him, though he didn't see why that mattered. "Do you know where one of those is?"

The man's eyebrows furrowed and he set something down. "Do you mean a conference building?"

Yes! There you go, smart dude! He nodded, the two words having been somewhere on the tip of his tongue for what seemed like forever.

"Yeah, if you…" He paused and looked from him to Feli, seeming almost worried. "Do you guys want me to call someone or something? You look really…"

"We what?" Feli asked, something between a chuckle and a giggle coming out of his mouth.

The bartender paused. "…nothing. Um, it's really not far from here. Just go outside, right outside this building, and take a right-" He pointed towards the door and in the direction they should probably follow. "Follow the street- basically just-" He stopped explaining and shook his head slightly. "Never mind. Give me a second."

Alfred glanced at Feliciano, the other giving him a small shrug, still smiling, as the man turned and took a phone out of his pocket. He was talking to someone, though he had no idea who and he couldn't hear the conversation, and then soon enough the bartender hung up. "Alright. This better not get me in trouble…"

He turned once more, giving the two a small smile. "Follow me. Don't want you two getting yourselves killed."

Alfred glanced at Feli and knew that his friend also had the urge to burst out laughing at that sentence and maybe assure the nice man, "Nah, don't worry. That won't happen," but the two restrained themselves for some unknown reason.

They ended up walking, or stumbling, with the bartender until they reached a very large building- seriously just how big was that thing- and by then the two had remembered that they did have to be here and that it was, indeed, really important. They walked inside with the man, who seemed to be giving pitying glances at the workers, and soon were on their way to wherever the room was.

Feli smiled at him. "He's nice. And- oh! I have a song!"

"…Really?" The Italian nodded and Alfred grinned. "Awesome!" He paused when they were nearing the stairwell. "Oh! I think…I think I forgot something."

At least he remembered to thank and pay the guy for the drinks, and a bit extra, before they slowly made their way to the conference room.

AN: Let me know what you think, I guess. I might have the next chapter out within the next week or so... hopefully. Thanks for reading everyone!

Also,

Boungiorno(Italian)- Good morning or afternoon