Past-Part Fills Post 1 -- CLOSED
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”Ah, Angleterre! There you are! I have been looking all over for you, mon cher!” Everyone looked over as Francis burst into the bar and attached himself to Arthur’s neck.
“Get off me you idiot!” Arthur shoved him off and scowled. “What do you need me for, anyway?”
Francis blinked, then grinned sheepishly. “I have been looking so long, that it seems I have forgotten. No matter!” He hopped into seat on the other side of Arthur. “I shall join you all for your drinks! What say we have contest, hmm?”
Alfred looked over with a raised brow. “What kind of contest? I ain’t doing your ‘who’s bigger’ contest again. That was just a poor excuse to try and grope everyone!”
Francis brought a hand to his chest. “Oh, little America has such harsh words pour moi. He’s just upset he didn’t win. Mais non, the contest I had in mind was of the drinking variety.”
Yao glanced over at Arthur, whose forehead was resting on the bar. “I think England has a handicap, aru. America probably has a head start too.”
Alfred grinned. “Nah, I’m good. I’ve been nursing the drink I had til you guys got here. Count me in!” He reached an arm around Arthur’s shoulders. “But maybe you should sit this one out, Iggy.” As Arthur protested loudly, shoving Alfred’s arm off him in the process, Francis turned to Ivan.
“And how about you? You always just sit and watch everyone, why not join in this time?”
Alfred shifted a bit to look up at Ivan. “You know, I never noticed that before. You never do say anything until someone talks to you.” Ivan smiled, moving his hand up from Alfred’s shoulder to his hair, stroking it lightly.
“I’m talking to you now, da? And you’re interrupting again.”
So the five of them began their drinking contest. As was expected, Arthur didn’t last very long. Alfred got up to take him back to his room, but Francis pushed him back down in his seat.
“You never go out with anyone else, and you’re having so much, yes? Then I shall take dear Angleterre back, and you can stay and enjoy yourself.” With a wink, he hoisted Arthur out of his seat, leaving the other three to watch them go, confused as hell.
“This stupid contest was his idea, aru!”
Alfred scoffed a bit and downed the rest of his drink. “He’s just upset that he’s losing.”
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I doesn't mind what you chose. (Though I do lean more for Russia.)
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Oh France, indeed.
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This (not!OP) anon is greedy for more. *v*
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And Alfred is just a big dorky ball of adorkable. XD
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