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"Man, those stupid conferences get longer every time we have one. Don't they understand I'm too awesome to be stuck in a room that long? Why can't Britain and America just keep their fights to themselves?" As you cleaned up the mess from the earlier conference, you overheard Prussia, complaining to himself. Not wanting him to know you were eavesdropping, you said nothing and continued on with your work. "I could really use a drink after all that whining." Prussia looked around the now almost empty room, sneezed and then walked over to you. "Hey, do you want to go get a drink?"

"M-me?" You quickly glanced over your shoulder to to see if there was someone behind you that he could be talking to, other than you. Just as you thought, there was no one. "Don't you normally go do that sort of thing with Germany?"

"Yes, but West had to go home. He said something about a sick puppy and left." Trapping you against the wall by placing an arm on either side of you, Prussia leaned in close and grinned. "Kesesese. So, do you want to get a drink with me?"

"Well, I kind of need to finish up here, but if you don't mind waiting a few minutes, then I suppose I could go." Blushing from how close he was, you gave a weak smile. "But I can't really get anything done if you won't let me move."

"Forget about it. Someone else can finish this for you." Prussia dropped his arms and grabbed your hand, pulling you away from your work and towards the exit. He didn't head towards the parking lot like you expected him to, but instead went behind the conference building, around a corner and stopped in front of a conveniently placed bar. "I really hope you aren't a light weight." Still holding tightly to your hand, he walked inside. The inside was like something from a western movie. The inhabitants looked rough, to say the least. Some of them had passed out at their table, or even on the floor.

"I think I changed my mind. This really isn't the kind of place I like being." You took a step back towards the door, trying to free your hand from Prussia's. When he wouldn't let you go, you tried to bribe him. "Maybe we can hang out another time, just not here."

Prussia smirked down at you with one brow raised. "Leaving so soon? But I already ordered you a drink. You can't let your drink go to waste."

The two of you had been inside the bar for less than a minute. And you hadn't left Prussia's side in that short time. You couldn't have, seeing as he refused to let go of your hand. There was absolutely no way he'd managed to order you a drink without you noticing. "No, you didn't."

"Well, I was going to." He shrugged, laughing at his own horrible lie. "But, you haven't let us sit down yet." Despite your reluctance, Prussia pulled you to a quiet corner of the bar and sat down at a cozy booth with you. "This part of the bar's a little less rowdy, you should be able to handle it." He laughed again and started guzzling down the beer that was placed in front of him. "So, about what I said earlier, you know, the lightweight comment? You aren't one are you? Because I'm not going to carry you back to my car and drive you back to your house if you pass out on me."

"I don't think I'm one. But I've never really drank enough to find out, so I can't be sure." Pressing your brows together, you stared down at your full beer glass, watching the foam on top slowly disappear.

"Then you probably are." Prussia let out a loud, over exaggerated sighed. "I should have known better than to think a girl would make a good drinking partner. Just try not to embarrassed yourself, and I guess I'll take you home later. It wouldn't be very awesome of me to leave a drunk girl all alone in a place like this. There's no telling what might happen to you." He'd gone through multiple beers at this point, and it had only been a couple of minutes. If he kept this pace, you highly doubted that the one needing help would be you. Catching on to your suspicions, Prussia narrowed his eyes at you. "Hey, what's that look about? You're not doubting me over there, are you?"

"No, no. It's nothing. I was just thinking is all." Not wanting to say anything that might hurt his ego, you quickly changed the subject. "So what was the conference about this time? I heard a lot of yelling."

"That was Britain. Nothing was accomplished, and there was no real reason for us to be there." He sneezed and took another swallow of beer. "It's always like that though. Nothing's ever accomplished when all of us come together. Mostly because most of us hate each other." As he spoke, you noticed that Prussia's speech was slurring slightly, and that his demeanor had changed as well. "You'd think a group of adults could at least pretend to get along for a few hours. But they can't. I can, of course, but I'm awesome. Kesesese." Prussia leaned over, resting his head on your shoulder.

Though this made you blush, just slightly, you overlooked that and gently ran your fingers through his hair. "Are you getting tired?" He wasn't tired and you knew it. But the awesome Prussia would never admit to being buzzed.

Realizing what he was doing, Prussia jerked away from you and blushed. "N-no, I was just, smelling, you." His terrible excuse only made him blush worse. Not knowing what else to do, he hid his face with alcohol, not moving the large mug until he was sure every trace of the blush was gone.

"You know, I don't mind if you rest your head on me, or if you smell me." Sensing that Prussia had already had more than enough to drink, you removed the stein from his hand and placed it further from him. "But I really think we should be heading back now. It's getting pretty late, and I have things to do in the morning."

Prussia hadn't heard a word you said. He was just sitting there, staring at you with a pathetic, confused look. "We should go now." Prussia stood from the booth, only to tip over and land back on the seat cushion. "Why'd you pull me back down?" Honestly believing that you'd pulled him, he glared at you. "I could have gotten hurt."

"Sorry Prussia." You were doing your best not to laugh at his intoxicated state. "Let's just go." Standing to your feet, you took one of his arms and slung it around your shoulders. Supporting him the whole way, you walked with him back to the parking lot and found his car. "Prussia, I need your keys. There's no way I'm going to let you drive in this state."

"Keys?" Too far gone to understand what you were saying, he stared at you for several seconds before responding. "Oh, right." Prussia felt around for them, but couldn't seem to locate anything but a stick of gum. "I must have lost them somewhere." He shrugged as if losing his keys was no big deal and limply leaned against his car. "Where's your car? We could use that."

"You can't be serious. Where did you lose them? I was with you this whole time." Figuring he was just too inebriated to find his keys, you started double checking in all of his pockets. "I walked here, so I don't have a car for us to use." You were still searching through Prussia's clothes when a very confused Germany walked up.

"What is it you're doing to my brother there?" Germany's face was red, he seemed almost afraid to come any closer to the two of you.

"He's drunk. He lost his keys, and I don't have a car." You pulled away from Prussia and turned towards Germany, who still looked incredibly flustered. Understanding how the two of you must have looked, you closed your eyes and sighed. "So, we're kind of stuck here."

"Nein, I've been looking for him for hours. This isn't even his car." Germany rubbed his eyebrows and sighed. "I'm sorry for him. I'll give you a ride back to your house." Pulling Prussia from the car, Germany threw him over his shoulder and started walking. After a short walk through the parking lot, you found yourself at Germany's car. "Get in, it's not locked." Germany placed a terribly limp, unresponsive Prussia in the back seat with you and started to drive.

"You know, you're pretty awesome, we should hangout again sometime. We should do that soon. I'd like that." Prussia was so intoxicated, he was clinging to you just to keep himself from falling over. "I bet West would be jealous if he saw me with such a pretty girl. Kesesese. He couldn't pick up a girl like you even if he tried."

The car stopped in front of your house before Prussia had gotten a chance to finish mocking Germany. Even so, Germany didn't seem bothered by his brother's jabs. "Here we are. Thank you for keeping an eye on Prussia."

"It's no problem at all. He's actually pretty funny when he's drunk." You smiled, having actually enjoyed your time together. "Thank you very much for the ride." As you stepped outside of the car, Prussia lunged at you, wrapping his arms around your hips and refusing to let go. "What are you doing?"

"P-please, don't leave me with West. He'll yell at me." Prussia held you even tighter, in an attempt not to fall over, as he squirmed from the car. "Take me with you, please."

He looked so pathetic, and genuinely scared of Germany. You couldn't say no. "Okay, I'll let you stay. But only this once. I have an extra room where you can crash for the night. Just don't do anything stupid." After Prussia nodded in agreement, you helped him back to his feet and began making your way towards your front door. As you walked a very thankful Prussia into your house, you could have sworn that you saw him wink back at Germany. For some reason, you were already regretting your decision.