Hetalia Bar!!!
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England was starting to regret going to the bar, not because that he knew he would get dead on drunk- no he didn't really care about that. But what he did care about that he came alone on one of the worst days of his life! 4th of July, and he was also a bit flustered that July 1st had past... he knew he should've alisema something to Canada, but he didn't have it in him.
And same thing with today. He couldn't face his former charge- not on this day, and usually he would be at his house and get hammered there, but he just didn't feel like it this year. Also because France would annoy the bloody hell out of him around this time of year!
England shook his head slightly while smiling at this, France was still a frog but he was also one of his only er... friend. England swallowed all of the whiskey in his shot glass and softly put it on the meza, jedwali and sighed. His drunken state wasn't as much help as it used to be, maybe because he was well... getting pretty lonely.
England didn't like admitting things like these even to himself, but either way he just shrugged it off.
"Oi bar tender, another glass if wewe would be so kind!" the tall man nodded and poured him another full glass. And as soon as he poured it the blonde english man shot glass, he again swallowed all of it down, as it slightly stung his throat.
He exhaled deeply and leaned down on the bar table. His eyes were wide awake but his spirit was tired, tired of being mistreated, tired of being abandoned, tired of being used! Tired of... of having no one and being bitter. Life just loved to pick on poor UK. England soon heard fireworks as he turned his head to the side slightly to the right to stare out the window.
He glared at the sight of the red, white and bloody blue!(Even if they were his nations colors too- but still!) Why would any git celebrate 4th of July in England!? Could it be... no, its probably just a few tourists au something. England averted his gaze from the gut churning sight.
England closed his eyes and tried to think of something pleasent. Anything, anything BESIDES America and Canada as youngsters! And BESIDES the times he and France were well... Marafiki as children and other rare times. He was alone and did not want to sulk on old times. Then a moment in time popped into his head, and with that a huge grin plastered on the English mans face.
"My pirate days~" Arthur practically purred this, and he then thought of when his biggest mission in life was to claim everything- all the seven seas were his! (To him they were) As he was Lost thinking of the time he took Spain captive, a blonde man with a rose snaked his arms around England's waist instantly snapping him out of his trance.
His face lit up light krisimasi lights and he glared at France.
"F-F-Frannnce! W-What tha b-bloody hell!?" England started thrashing but not so much as to cause too much attention to them.
"Ah-hahaha! Arthur, Arthur, Arthur! What are wewe doing here mon amour?? It is a beautiful night, a night for young lovers to do what young lovers do!" France had put on his 'rape-face' and puckered his pink lips close to Englands face. And with this England thrashed even zaidi now causing attention to come to them.
"H-How the bloody hell did wewe know I was here?!"
"Ohh haha! A wittle birdy called me~" England looked and saw the bartender giving a weak smile as England cursed under his breath. Most of the bartenders in England knew to call France if England was so drunk that he wouldn't be even stable enough to drive- ESPECIALLY on 4th of July.
"I see, well wewe bloody frog, wewe can leave, I do not need your help with anything. So GO." England looked away fearing his eyes would betray him, though it wasn't his eyes but his voice. France smiled a sincere smile that went away and replaced with a seductive grin.
"Aww how sweet~! Stupide Petite little Arthur is uigizaji brave! Non?" slight sarcasm was in the Frenchman's voice.
"Its not acting! And in fact, why WOULD I have to act brave?? Hm??? Why just because of those two little ungrateful gits?!" England didn't realize how high his voice was raised.
"HEY! Who're wewe call'n a GIT?!" And as both France and England turned around America was seen tackling both blondes to the ground.
"Hahahahaha!!! That was fun! hujambo frenchie I got it from here, I can take England nyumbani now, thanks- see ya!!!" America was waving France off while still laying ontop of England who was gasping for air as America's weight felt heavier than ever!
"Gah! Bloody hell America?! Get your FAT punda off me wewe bastard!" Arthur alisema elbowing alisema American who in turn half heartedly scowled at the other blonde.
"Fat?! I am not fat!" He sat up and pulled his shati up to reveal toned abbs as he still straddled the blushing Englishman.
"Oh ho ho, ma chère America~ wewe are indeed a wii bit chubby!" Francis chuckled lightly at this as he got up and started dusting his self off.
"Screw wewe both I am NOT fat! Thats why my country pwns wewe BOTH!" As Alfred spoke this he waved his arms around comically.
"Sacre Bleu! That is non true~"
"I- can't... b-breat..h....."
".... England? Dude wewe ok?"
"Ah! Get your chubbyness off of him!" France pushed America onto the hard wooden floor and helped England up. England stood and brushed the dust off his pants as America jumped up and glared at France while re-adjusting his glasses.
"How did wewe know that England was here~? Hmmm? Last time I checked, today is your birthday isn't it? Shouldn't wewe be out lighting those death bombs of fireworks and eating burgers gras' (fatty)~?"
"Japan told me!" America pointed to alisema nation who rose his newspaper up to try in vain to cover his self.
"...Ano, I forgot Nihon was here..." England rubbed the back of his neck and sighed and straightened up as he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"U-Um, E-E-England-san? I also came... with Kumatatsu, and I h-heard what wewe said... I'm sorry I don't want wewe to feel negative feelings towards me, wewe know I'll always be grateful to wewe right?" Canada felt a blush creep up on his face and England turned slightly surprised.
"Oh! C-Canada your here too? I'm sorry I didn't notice wewe were here..." England felt guilt rush over him. That and a dizzy spell, from that amount of bia he was lucky to be standing- yet his speech and train of thought remained in tact. Strange but useful.
"Whoa dude I didn't even notice wewe here! But wewe and beardy over there can just go on home, cuz I can take care of the old man, kay?"
France, Canada, and America all started bickering towards one another totally ignoring the bushy brow'd nation. England glared at the American, the Frenchman, and the Canadian then walked towards the exit stumbling slightly.
"I'm out of here, goodbye wewe bloody... y-you bl-bloody waannk...waaannnkerrrs..." England felt himself falling as he started losing his vision.
"Iggy!!!"
"Arthur!!"
"England-san!"
That was all England heard before he fell unconscious.
To Be Continued!!!
America, England, France, and Canada!!!
Another Gilbert image.. Lol
