[OPEN] and i will drink more than a sailor on shore;
Who: Germany (cantgetlaidin) and ANYONE. YOU.
When: Backdated to the 16th.
Where: Some bar somewhere.
Summary: Germany is drinking alone. Because beer solves everything. Especially haywire emotions.
Warnings: None, will update if needed.
Germany usually pitied men who drowned their problems in alcohol (and he knew plenty), but now he had become one of them.
He had been wary of the beer they served in this town, but right now it didn't seem to matter. He wasn't drinking to savor and enjoy the fine taste-- he was drinking to get drunk and so what did it matter if what he was drinking tasted as weak as water? His mind was already hazy and it was helping him forget the events of Valentines day and his feelings about it. That was all that mattered right now.
He wasn't planning on going home tonight either, but he supposed he would have to sometime soon. Hopefully things would go back to normal between him and Italy without much bother, because he had no interest in pursuing the matter further. However, it seemed that all the beer in the world couldn't stop him from thinking about that kiss, no matter how wrong it was. He tried to justify to himself that it was merely guilt, because kissing another man was wrong, but... it certainly didn't feel that way.
Slumped on the bar and resting his head on his hand, he ordered another drink, adding to his growing collection of glasses.
When: Backdated to the 16th.
Where: Some bar somewhere.
Summary: Germany is drinking alone. Because beer solves everything. Especially haywire emotions.
Warnings: None, will update if needed.
Germany usually pitied men who drowned their problems in alcohol (and he knew plenty), but now he had become one of them.
He had been wary of the beer they served in this town, but right now it didn't seem to matter. He wasn't drinking to savor and enjoy the fine taste-- he was drinking to get drunk and so what did it matter if what he was drinking tasted as weak as water? His mind was already hazy and it was helping him forget the events of Valentines day and his feelings about it. That was all that mattered right now.
He wasn't planning on going home tonight either, but he supposed he would have to sometime soon. Hopefully things would go back to normal between him and Italy without much bother, because he had no interest in pursuing the matter further. However, it seemed that all the beer in the world couldn't stop him from thinking about that kiss, no matter how wrong it was. He tried to justify to himself that it was merely guilt, because kissing another man was wrong, but... it certainly didn't feel that way.
Slumped on the bar and resting his head on his hand, he ordered another drink, adding to his growing collection of glasses.