Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
SpaSwiss: Wine
Antonio and Vash were in the supermarket. Vash was intently staring at the shopping list, and Antonio tried to imagine what kind of meal Vash was planning. The ingredients so far showed that it would indeed be a feast. He grimaced slightly when he realised that the only reason why Vash was buying all of this was because Antonio had offered to pay.
"Alright," Vash said. "All that's left now is a bottle of wine."
"Really?" Antonio asked in surprise. "Since when do you drink wine?"
"It's for cooking."
"Oh. I guess that makes sense."
"We can go for a cheap bottle. It's not too important what kind, except that it's red."
"…Are you going to use the entire bottle?"
"No. Why?"
"I'm going to get a proper bottle. I wouldn't mind a glass of wine with the meal."
Vash shrugged.
"Just get a packet of mints too, if you expect me to kiss you afterwards," Vash said.
Antonio shrugged. He knew that Vash didn't like alcohol, and he especially didn't like the taste of it when they kissed. This was nothing new.
This is also me. As a teetotaller, the only time I worry about alcohol is when I have a recipe that needs it. I hate the taste of it, but with food it's alright. To give an idea: We were having celebratory champagne and my mom had to remind my dad to not pour a full glass for me because I don't like alcohol. And while everyone was commenting on how good the champagne was, my face was twisted as though I drank a mouthful of lemon juice (speaking from experience), and in fact I think the lemon juice would have been better. There are a few occasions when I would try to drink alcohol, but those incidents are rare.