for conquiste and progloria ❤
Today has involved three things: Alcohol, friends, and failing to pick up a date for the night.
Why has this happened? Really, the answer is quite simple: it was Prussia's fault. It's always Prussia fault, even more so today. Because Prussia was once again, as par usual, pissed out of his fucking wits. And all over France and Spain, like he usually was, moping or screaming or shouting about something that France hadn't been listening to. Once the stripping came, it was time to go home.
"Why am I friends with you?" asked Francis. It was becoming somewhat of a mantra for him, or at least a phrase-long adjective to describe their relationship. He pulled Prussia a little closer, dragged his white-haired friend's arm over his shoulders, attempting to walk out into the parking lot. "What did I ever do to the powers that be to deserve this? Stop dragging your feet! We are not going back, you are not getting into a fight with a gang and you are keeping your clothes on!"
Which was a little silly for France of all people to be demanding, but it was stated anyways. He wasn't sure how this was going to work; for all of his composed disposition, he was sloshed, Spain was pinked and Prussia was probably on the verge of dying from alcohol poisoning. Hazy indigos traced down the lines of the road before them, head falling to a tilt as he examined the horizon in the distance. Then his car. Then the horizon.
"We." Prussia was dragged a little closer, France's knees buckling a little from the weight of his idiotic friend. "Are going to walk home."
And that was that. Hopefully Spain would be cheerful about the scenery or fucking whatever and Prussia would be too fucked up to really protest, save for some very guttural whining. So, with a grand step to the side, France attempted to change the direction, or at least the method of their epic quest. Except his foot caught on Prussia's leg, and a second later, both he and the red-eyed scoundrel were face down in a heap on the concrete.
This was gonna be a long night.
((OOC: 400 WORD MAXIMUM: BREAK IT AND YOUR CHARACTER SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUSTS ❤))
Why has this happened? Really, the answer is quite simple: it was Prussia's fault. It's always Prussia fault, even more so today. Because Prussia was once again, as par usual, pissed out of his fucking wits. And all over France and Spain, like he usually was, moping or screaming or shouting about something that France hadn't been listening to. Once the stripping came, it was time to go home.
"Why am I friends with you?" asked Francis. It was becoming somewhat of a mantra for him, or at least a phrase-long adjective to describe their relationship. He pulled Prussia a little closer, dragged his white-haired friend's arm over his shoulders, attempting to walk out into the parking lot. "What did I ever do to the powers that be to deserve this? Stop dragging your feet! We are not going back, you are not getting into a fight with a gang and you are keeping your clothes on!"
Which was a little silly for France of all people to be demanding, but it was stated anyways. He wasn't sure how this was going to work; for all of his composed disposition, he was sloshed, Spain was pinked and Prussia was probably on the verge of dying from alcohol poisoning. Hazy indigos traced down the lines of the road before them, head falling to a tilt as he examined the horizon in the distance. Then his car. Then the horizon.
"We." Prussia was dragged a little closer, France's knees buckling a little from the weight of his idiotic friend. "Are going to walk home."
And that was that. Hopefully Spain would be cheerful about the scenery or fucking whatever and Prussia would be too fucked up to really protest, save for some very guttural whining. So, with a grand step to the side, France attempted to change the direction, or at least the method of their epic quest. Except his foot caught on Prussia's leg, and a second later, both he and the red-eyed scoundrel were face down in a heap on the concrete.
This was gonna be a long night.
((OOC: 400 WORD MAXIMUM: BREAK IT AND YOUR CHARACTER SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUSTS ❤))