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The two soon got their food. Cry smiled as the scent of meat wafted into his nostrils. With a twitch of his eyebrow and feeling eyes against his head, Cry glanced up to see Pewdie gazing expectantly at him with a large grin.
“Try it!” he purred enthusiastically, then dove into his own. Cry chuckled low, picking up the hamburger and taking a generous bite.
The American’s mouth was immediately filled with meat, cheese, lettuce and more things. Pewds looked up, blue eyes large with contentment.
“How is it?” he asked, hesitation lacing the words. “Great...” Cry hummed truthfully, chewing thoughtfully.
Pewdie seemed pleased with a smile, popping a piece of stray lettuce onto his tongue. Cry watched as his eyes drifted over to the “Brännvin” with an odd look.
“Drink, it’s fine.” He chuckled halfheartedly. “If you pass out, I’ll drag you home”. Pewdie chuckled, then nodded as his fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle.
He cautiously poured his glass half full, then placed the bottle safely back on the table. “So.” Cry began, munching quickly to get the food out of my mouth.
“Did you and Marzia come here a lot?” He asked, before realizing his mistake.
Pewdie probably didn’t want to talk about something like that.
It would just drive him back to his grieving. But to his surprise, he gave Cry a grin. “Yeah, I would always drag her here whenever we were out.” he gave a small, reminiscing sigh.
Cry smiled. “My turn.” He laughed, “Drag me wherever you want. As long as I have my jacket. It’s cold as hell in Sweden...” The brunette murmured, flashing a grin.
Pewdie smirked, then chuckled low. “Yeah, it actually snows here. A lot colder than Florida.” he hummed, and for the first time tonight taking a drink.
Cry exhaled quietly, a bit reluctant at letting him drink. He knew he would be regretting it later tonight, but hopefully not.
He really didn’t feel like dragging a drunk Pewdiepie down the streets, but hey, when in Rome.
Cry brushed the hair from over his eyes, a light smile on his face as Pewdie sucked down the drink.
A part of him wanted to tell Pewds to hold back on the drinking for now, but another part wanted him to drink himself senseless.
Which part, he didn’t know.
That one, little perverted part of him, probably.
Cry chuckled quietly to himself, earning a glance from the blonde.
“Hmm?” Pewdie murmured, cocking an eyebrow. Cry held up a hand. “Nothing, don’t worry about it. You must really like that stuff.” he murmured, flicking his head towards the Brännvin.
Pewdie gave a sheepish grin. “Sorry.” he mumbled, but Cry only shrugged. “Drink as much as you like. It’s me in the end left with a problem, ne?” he chuckled, the Swede nodded slightly.
“Be prepared to drag me home!” he declared with a laugh, refilling his glass with the beverage. Cry let out a quiet sigh, smiling a bit.
This would be fun.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Take me, Vespa!”
“Shut up, Pewdie!”
The drunk Swede giggled, swaying as he tried to walk on his own down the sidewalk.
“What? I-I can say whatever I w-want!” he laughed, his speech slurring.
Cry let out a deep sigh, clinging onto his friend’s arm in order to keep him upright. They still had a long walk to go.
They’d left the pub moments ago, because Pewdie started moving around and singing things, forcing Cry to grab him and leave.
“You can’t be yelling things like that!” Cry scolded. “I’m pretty sure public drunkenness is illegal, anyway! So be quiet, sober up, and let’s get you to bed...” he hummed, dragging the Swede down the sidewalk. “Oooh...” Pewdie murmured, then giggled, having no idea what was going on.
Cry let out a deep sigh, pulling Pewdie’s arm before he bumped into someone. "Gråta, bör vi göra helt ut." Pewdie slurred, in clear Swedish.
“If you’re going to talk, do it in English.” Cry murmured, yanking Pewdie to avoid another pedestrian again.
“Ow.” Pewdie mumbled, then giggled, snatching Cry’s glasses off his nose. “Nu-uh.” he murmured, a smug and lopsided grin on his lips as he held the glasses up in the air, even knowing Cry was smaller than him.
“Give me my glasses so we can go home.” Cry said sternly, reaching up to get them, but they were merely inches above his grip.
“But I dun’ want to go home.” Pewdie said with a low voice. “But I wanna sleep... But not sleep.” he grinned at Cry.
“Pewds, sober up. Come on...” he murmured, punching Pewdie’s shoulder lightly before grabbing his arm and pulling him forward, despite the blurry state of the world.
“Cry! Cry, Cry, Cry...” Pewdie murmured, his voice dropping in volume with each word. “Save it for the bedroom.” he sneered, his accent adding to his drunken state to slur his words even more.
So much, in fact, Cry wondered if that’s what he said at all.
“S-Shh!” Cry hissed, ears turning a delicate shade of crimson.
“Hurry so we can get home and get you in bed.” he growled, tugging the larger of the two along.
“Are you going to bed?” Pewdie asked, a lopsided grin on his face as his scarf hung loosely around his shoulders.
“Once you pass out, may-” he stopped, then grumbled low in his throat.
“Just shut up and walk.”
Pewdie giggled, then placed the glasses the best he could back on Cry’s nose. Cry blinked, then adjusted then correctly with an amused smile.
He could now see the apartment building in the distance, and breathed a sigh of relief. “Almost there... Come on.” he mumbled, pulling and pushing the Swede along the sidewalk and avoiding pedestrians.
Minutes later, the brunette was quickly dragging the Swede up to his apartment. When they got to the door, he looked to Pewdie expectantly, who only smiled at the look.
“Give me to keys so we can get inside.” he requested, holding out his hand. “Why don’t you get them?” Pewdie asked, raising an eyebrow mischievously.
Cry raised an eyebrow, but now he was sure of it. Pewdie was one of those drunks.
“Just give me the keys!” Cry groaned, letting out a deep sigh. Pewdie shook his head and grinned, almost like a child and he took a step forward to Cry.
“You get ‘em.” he murmured, grinning as blonde hair fell all around his stormy blue eyes. Cry blinked, swallowing his dry throat then sighed deeply.
“Fine, where are they?” he asked, pinching his nose bridge below his glasses. Pewdie shrugged, followed by a giggle.
Cry sighed deeply once more, just asking for a break with the drunk Swede. “Are they in your pockets?” Cry asked slowly, like he was dealing with a small child.
Pewdie shrugged with a smile. Cry glanced down at the man’s jean, then sighed.
“You owe me.” he grumbled to the Swede, before burrowing a hand into Pewdie’s right, then left, pockets.
“They aren’t there!” he grumbled to the Swede, only getting a chuckle in reply.
“There are more pockets.”
Oh hell no.
Cry ran a hand down his face, then sighed deeply. “Fine, just... You better not remember anything in the morning.” he grumbled, coming around Pewdie and reaching a hand into his back pocket, and sure enough, finding the keys.
He cursed under his breath, face aflame and found the right key, shoving it into the locket and tossing open the door to the tan and brown color schemed apartment.
“Now go to bed.” he murmured to Pewdie, who followed him inside with a grin.
“Nupe.” he murmured childishly, but there was nothing childish about it.
Cry turned to protest, but was interrupted by a taller man pressing against his torso.
“F-Felix!” he stuttered out the name, shoving away wandering hands that found their way onto his back.
Pewdie blinked in confusion for a second, then grinned like nothing. Cry swallowed, his face crimson. Pewdie was one of those drunks.
Wonderful.
“Just... Get to bed.” Cry murmured, grabbing his forearm and pulling him to his room. The Swede seemed groggy by now, meaning he was finally slowing down.
Cry sighed in relief and opened the door to Pewdie’s bedroom, guiding him to the bed. “Now sleep. You need it.” Cry murmured, helping Pewdie to lay down.
Almost immediately after, the Swedish man fell asleep, slightly askew on the bed.
When Cry made sure he was out cold, he shuffled his way to the guest bedroom and fell onto the soft sheets.
His lower back tingled lightly where fingers brushed, and he let out a deep sigh.
He would have to tell Pewdie in the morning, of course.

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The two soon got their food. Cry smiled as the scent of meat wafted into his nostrils. With a twitch of his eyebrow and feeling eyes against his head, Cry glanced up to see Pewdie gazing expectantly at him with a large grin.
“Try it!” he purred enthusiastically, then dove into his own. Cry chuckled low, picking up the hamburger and taking a generous bite.
The American’s mouth was immediately filled with meat, cheese, lettuce and more things. Pewds looked up, blue eyes large with contentment.
“How is it?” he asked, hesitation lacing the words. “Great...” Cry hummed truthfully, chewing thoughtfully.
Pewdie seemed pleased with a smile, popping a piece of stray lettuce onto his tongue. Cry watched as his eyes drifted over to the “Brännvin” with an odd look.
“Drink, it’s fine.” He chuckled halfheartedly. “If you pass out, I’ll drag you home”. Pewdie chuckled, then nodded as his fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle.
He cautiously poured his glass half full, then placed the bottle safely back on the table. “So.” Cry began, munching quickly to get the food out of my mouth.
“Did you and Marzia come here a lot?” He asked, before realizing his mistake.
Pewdie probably didn’t want to talk about something like that.
It would just drive him back to his grieving. But to his surprise, he gave Cry a grin. “Yeah, I would always drag her here whenever we were out.” he gave a small, reminiscing sigh.
Cry smiled. “My turn.” He laughed, “Drag me wherever you want. As long as I have my jacket. It’s cold as hell in Sweden...” The brunette murmured, flashing a grin.
Pewdie smirked, then chuckled low. “Yeah, it actually snows here. A lot colder than Florida.” he hummed, and for the first time tonight taking a drink.
Cry exhaled quietly, a bit reluctant at letting him drink. He knew he would be regretting it later tonight, but hopefully not.
He really didn’t feel like dragging a drunk Pewdiepie down the streets, but hey, when in Rome.
Cry brushed the hair from over his eyes, a light smile on his face as Pewdie sucked down the drink.
A part of him wanted to tell Pewds to hold back on the drinking for now, but another part wanted him to drink himself senseless.
Which part, he didn’t know.
That one, little perverted part of him, probably.
Cry chuckled quietly to himself, earning a glance from the blonde.
“Hmm?” Pewdie murmured, cocking an eyebrow. Cry held up a hand. “Nothing, don’t worry about it. You must really like that stuff.” he murmured, flicking his head towards the Brännvin.
Pewdie gave a sheepish grin. “Sorry.” he mumbled, but Cry only shrugged. “Drink as much as you like. It’s me in the end left with a problem, ne?” he chuckled, the Swede nodded slightly.
“Be prepared to drag me home!” he declared with a laugh, refilling his glass with the beverage. Cry let out a quiet sigh, smiling a bit.
This would be fun.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Take me, Vespa!”
“Shut up, Pewdie!”
The drunk Swede giggled, swaying as he tried to walk on his own down the sidewalk.
“What? I-I can say whatever I w-want!” he laughed, his speech slurring.
Cry let out a deep sigh, clinging onto his friend’s arm in order to keep him upright. They still had a long walk to go.
They’d left the pub moments ago, because Pewdie started moving around and singing things, forcing Cry to grab him and leave.
“You can’t be yelling things like that!” Cry scolded. “I’m pretty sure public drunkenness is illegal, anyway! So be quiet, sober up, and let’s get you to bed...” he hummed, dragging the Swede down the sidewalk. “Oooh...” Pewdie murmured, then giggled, having no idea what was going on.
Cry let out a deep sigh, pulling Pewdie’s arm before he bumped into someone. "Gråta, bör vi göra helt ut." Pewdie slurred, in clear Swedish.
“If you’re going to talk, do it in English.” Cry murmured, yanking Pewdie to avoid another pedestrian again.
“Ow.” Pewdie mumbled, then giggled, snatching Cry’s glasses off his nose. “Nu-uh.” he murmured, a smug and lopsided grin on his lips as he held the glasses up in the air, even knowing Cry was smaller than him.
“Give me my glasses so we can go home.” Cry said sternly, reaching up to get them, but they were merely inches above his grip.
“But I dun’ want to go home.” Pewdie said with a low voice. “But I wanna sleep... But not sleep.” he grinned at Cry.
“Pewds, sober up. Come on...” he murmured, punching Pewdie’s shoulder lightly before grabbing his arm and pulling him forward, despite the blurry state of the world.
“Cry! Cry, Cry, Cry...” Pewdie murmured, his voice dropping in volume with each word. “Save it for the bedroom.” he sneered, his accent adding to his drunken state to slur his words even more.
So much, in fact, Cry wondered if that’s what he said at all.
“S-Shh!” Cry hissed, ears turning a delicate shade of crimson.
“Hurry so we can get home and get you in bed.” he growled, tugging the larger of the two along.
“Are you going to bed?” Pewdie asked, a lopsided grin on his face as his scarf hung loosely around his shoulders.
“Once you pass out, may-” he stopped, then grumbled low in his throat.
“Just shut up and walk.”
Pewdie giggled, then placed the glasses the best he could back on Cry’s nose. Cry blinked, then adjusted then correctly with an amused smile.
He could now see the apartment building in the distance, and breathed a sigh of relief. “Almost there... Come on.” he mumbled, pulling and pushing the Swede along the sidewalk and avoiding pedestrians.
Minutes later, the brunette was quickly dragging the Swede up to his apartment. When they got to the door, he looked to Pewdie expectantly, who only smiled at the look.
“Give me to keys so we can get inside.” he requested, holding out his hand. “Why don’t you get them?” Pewdie asked, raising an eyebrow mischievously.
Cry raised an eyebrow, but now he was sure of it. Pewdie was one of those drunks.
“Just give me the keys!” Cry groaned, letting out a deep sigh. Pewdie shook his head and grinned, almost like a child and he took a step forward to Cry.
“You get ‘em.” he murmured, grinning as blonde hair fell all around his stormy blue eyes. Cry blinked, swallowing his dry throat then sighed deeply.
“Fine, where are they?” he asked, pinching his nose bridge below his glasses. Pewdie shrugged, followed by a giggle.
Cry sighed deeply once more, just asking for a break with the drunk Swede. “Are they in your pockets?” Cry asked slowly, like he was dealing with a small child.
Pewdie shrugged with a smile. Cry glanced down at the man’s jean, then sighed.
“You owe me.” he grumbled to the Swede, before burrowing a hand into Pewdie’s right, then left, pockets.
“They aren’t there!” he grumbled to the Swede, only getting a chuckle in reply.
“There are more pockets.”
Oh hell no.
Cry ran a hand down his face, then sighed deeply. “Fine, just... You better not remember anything in the morning.” he grumbled, coming around Pewdie and reaching a hand into his back pocket, and sure enough, finding the keys.
He cursed under his breath, face aflame and found the right key, shoving it into the locket and tossing open the door to the tan and brown color schemed apartment.
“Now go to bed.” he murmured to Pewdie, who followed him inside with a grin.
“Nupe.” he murmured childishly, but there was nothing childish about it.
Cry turned to protest, but was interrupted by a taller man pressing against his torso.
“F-Felix!” he stuttered out the name, shoving away wandering hands that found their way onto his back.
Pewdie blinked in confusion for a second, then grinned like nothing. Cry swallowed, his face crimson. Pewdie was one of those drunks.
Wonderful.
“Just... Get to bed.” Cry murmured, grabbing his forearm and pulling him to his room. The Swede seemed groggy by now, meaning he was finally slowing down.
Cry sighed in relief and opened the door to Pewdie’s bedroom, guiding him to the bed. “Now sleep. You need it.” Cry murmured, helping Pewdie to lay down.
Almost immediately after, the Swedish man fell asleep, slightly askew on the bed.
When Cry made sure he was out cold, he shuffled his way to the guest bedroom and fell onto the soft sheets.
His lower back tingled lightly where fingers brushed, and he let out a deep sigh.
He would have to tell Pewdie in the morning, of course.