:D Part 1 is done! I think it'll be seven parts total including the America/Austria epilogue! Part 2 should be done tonight!
There are two ways that a person can have too much of something. Those two ways have to do with power, and with alcohol. Sometimes their combined splendidly, sometimes they cause someone to crash and burn. Perhaps that's what brought the nations of Prussia and Canada to the same bar, at the same time, with the same drink in their hands. At the moment, all of Prussia's former power, and Canada's technical lack thereof were forgotten and tossed to the side. All that really mattered now, was that they each had a beer in their hands, and a mindset to bitch out anyone who dared try and spoil their mood.
Prussia seemed to be all too preoccupied with telling the people around him about his great historic feats, and his ability to, well...pleasure a woman from across a room. Claimed he had five meters on him. He either aroused a laugh or a grimace out of the people around him. Some found the concept appalling, some found the concept rather...interesting, if you will. Even several men found the concept of five meters on this man to be all too interesting. Prussia took a long, deep gulp from his beer, laughing heartily as his fans for the evening gathered around. Such was an excited and well welcomed experience. Oh how he loved to be alone, but knowing that all these people adored him, well, it was just another bonus edition in the Diary of the Awesome Me. Maybe he'd flourish the entry with a little star to show his enthusiasm.
Canada on the other hand, was the same standard outline he always was. Just sort of hovering in place, the only thing really noticeable about him was the beer in his hands. Several people even stopped and started at the beer that appeared to be set on the bar. One or two even reached to grab the beer, thinking it was free, just to see it move in time to notice Canada was even sitting there, his hand wrapped around the base of the glass beverage. His eyes glanced over to Prussia and his "adoring fans" as he bragged about his accomplishments--and ever some things he had never done and were really achieved by other nations. What a gloating prick. How annoying, the guy really ought to learn to shut his mouth.
"And then I liberated the Netherlands!! Hahaha, how cool is that? Of course it's cool, I did it!"
This caused Canada's nerves to surge, and his heart to stop dead.
"Shut the fuck up, Prussia! You didn't liberate any part of the Netherlands!" Matthew snapped, taking a long drink from his beer. "Don't take credit for shit you never did!" Prussia's fans stopped buzzing as Canada interrupted. "That was me, fuckin' scumbag." he grumbled, leaning back in his bar stool, back resting against the seat of it. "I bet you're goin' t'say that you're the one that bombed Hiroshima too, huh?"
The fans didn't just stop buzzing but they began to disperse as Canada confronted the former empire.
Prussia's expression was flat. Canada had ruined his opportunity to expand his fan base. So, the now East German, slipped from his barstool and slipped into the one next to Canada, his beer almost empty. His hand reached into his pocket and put down a bit of cash on the counter. "Bartender guy thing, get the always fuckin' amazing Prussia another beer. And get America one too, will ya." He smirked, seeing Canada's enraged expression as Prussia deliberately called him America. Ugh, disgusting.
FUCKIN' AWESOME, JA 1/???
There are two ways that a person can have too much of something. Those two ways have to do with power, and with alcohol. Sometimes their combined splendidly, sometimes they cause someone to crash and burn. Perhaps that's what brought the nations of Prussia and Canada to the same bar, at the same time, with the same drink in their hands. At the moment, all of Prussia's former power, and Canada's technical lack thereof were forgotten and tossed to the side. All that really mattered now, was that they each had a beer in their hands, and a mindset to bitch out anyone who dared try and spoil their mood.
Prussia seemed to be all too preoccupied with telling the people around him about his great historic feats, and his ability to, well...pleasure a woman from across a room. Claimed he had five meters on him. He either aroused a laugh or a grimace out of the people around him. Some found the concept appalling, some found the concept rather...interesting, if you will. Even several men found the concept of five meters on this man to be all too interesting. Prussia took a long, deep gulp from his beer, laughing heartily as his fans for the evening gathered around. Such was an excited and well welcomed experience. Oh how he loved to be alone, but knowing that all these people adored him, well, it was just another bonus edition in the Diary of the Awesome Me. Maybe he'd flourish the entry with a little star to show his enthusiasm.
Canada on the other hand, was the same standard outline he always was. Just sort of hovering in place, the only thing really noticeable about him was the beer in his hands. Several people even stopped and started at the beer that appeared to be set on the bar. One or two even reached to grab the beer, thinking it was free, just to see it move in time to notice Canada was even sitting there, his hand wrapped around the base of the glass beverage. His eyes glanced over to Prussia and his "adoring fans" as he bragged about his accomplishments--and ever some things he had never done and were really achieved by other nations. What a gloating prick. How annoying, the guy really ought to learn to shut his mouth.
"And then I liberated the Netherlands!! Hahaha, how cool is that? Of course it's cool, I did it!"
This caused Canada's nerves to surge, and his heart to stop dead.
"Shut the fuck up, Prussia! You didn't liberate any part of the Netherlands!" Matthew snapped, taking a long drink from his beer. "Don't take credit for shit you never did!" Prussia's fans stopped buzzing as Canada interrupted. "That was me, fuckin' scumbag." he grumbled, leaning back in his bar stool, back resting against the seat of it. "I bet you're goin' t'say that you're the one that bombed Hiroshima too, huh?"
The fans didn't just stop buzzing but they began to disperse as Canada confronted the former empire.
Prussia's expression was flat. Canada had ruined his opportunity to expand his fan base. So, the now East German, slipped from his barstool and slipped into the one next to Canada, his beer almost empty. His hand reached into his pocket and put down a bit of cash on the counter. "Bartender guy thing, get the always fuckin' amazing Prussia another beer. And get America one too, will ya." He smirked, seeing Canada's enraged expression as Prussia deliberately called him America. Ugh, disgusting.