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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2015 19:16:02 GMT -5
[Brussels, Belgium - NATO Meeting]
God, why?! Why?! Why were there sooooooooo many organizations in the world? It all started after World War II. United Nations, NATO, EU, Eurozone….oh god the list it just kept going on and on and on. Every time someone had a problem, they would send him a passive aggressive text stating ‘Let’s meet.’ No more! NO MORE MEETINGS! What happened to the good ol’ days when someone had a problem you busted down their door and dragged them by the collar and beat them to a pulp in the mud until you made up and made kissy faces? He can’t even count on one hand how often Prussia and him did just that. He thought with the war that one benefit would be less of these silly meetings. After all, how successful can the United Nations be when half the nations did not make an appearance or the EU when a chunk of the members were trapped in Russia’s grasp? It made logical sense to him. Apparently, no, he was entirely incorrect. If anything they met more often, particularly America’s Big Boy Club NATO. It felt like they met at least once a month.
His head buried into his papers on his desk. At some point during the meeting he had fallen asleep where strangely he had a terrible dream about being stuck in an endless cycle of meetings. He would have continued through the nightmare, if he hadn’t heard shuffling and door shutting close not once, but multiple times. He jolted away, drool still on his chin as his eyes darted around the room. He didn’t see anyone at first. Oh gezz, thanks Nor, couldn’t even poke my side to wake me up? He grumpily thought to himself. He suspected he snored too. Great, they probably thought he wasn’t paying attention. Well…he hadn’t been paying attention. It’s not like it was anything new. Secure the Eastern European Front, send weapons to the Middle East, and South America. It was all the usual mumble jumble. He started to collect his paper work into his folder until he noticed movement at the other end of the table. His eyes shot to it to see Alfred collecting his own files.
He hadn’t left yet?
Odd. The boy was so busy these days, he always seemed to be running off to his next event, battle, or action item of the day. Mathias thought Alfred was pretty damn awesome. Before the war, he met with Prussia and they had a top secret meeting about whether Alfred was cool enough to hang out in their bromance circle. It had been a heated topic of discussion. They only allowed someone into their clique every century or so, and therefore, it needed to be properly discussed and weight. After hours of debate (actually five minutes) they decided America was cool enough to hang out with them, and man, was it like the best idea ever! The three of them caused so much mischief! Pranks! Drinking! Skinny Dipping! Shaving off England’s eyebrows. Accidentally sneaking into one of Russia’s nuclear bases and almost setting off a weapon. It was a blast! Since the war though, times turned serious and they all focused on the war effort.
Actually looking at Alfred now, he could see how tired he looked. The boy basically ran this shindig. His military was the only one that matched Russia’s and he held the power and influence to get across the world easy, and the strength to plow through his enemies. Mathias remembered when he had similar strength and influence. It could be exhausting balancing all the moving pieces, but even during his strongest of years, his power paled compared to the boy. He was so young. It was almost a curse.
Hmm, well that plummeted his mood. He couldn’t let Alfred be all sad and tired and basically not awesome. He needed to fix it.
He stood up, file in hand and stretched his long legs to quickly traverse the distance between them. “Alfred, we’re going to get drinks tonight. Sound good?” he grinned brightly, patting the boy on the back, not even waiting for his answer as he grabbed his shoulder and started jerking him from the room.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2015 12:28:35 GMT -5
Alfred understood the need for all of these meetings - after all, he was the one who organized many of them. Nevertheless, the meetings could grow tedious at times. He and his allies needed to meet frequently to make certain that they were on the same page, but there was no denying that those meetings could be tiring at the very least.
Despite how much the war was wearing on him, Alfred was determined not to let it show in front of such a large group of his allies. He employed the same methods that he'd used in the 50s - lots of smiling (even if he didn't always feel like it), an ever optimistic attitude, and last, but most certainly not least, a steady supply of caffeine. Alfred had his cup of coffee handy through the entire meeting, and took frequent drinks of the beverage throughout the meeting. Otherwise? Otherwise, he might have ended up like Denmark.
As everyone else left the room, Alfred continued to pack up his things. He chuckled under his breath at the sight of one of his good pals sleeping. He was almost tempted to take a picture of the sight for blackmail purposes. Even asleep, Mathias was providing Alfred with some much needed laughter.
Alfred turned to retrieve the USB drive containing his presentation, placing it in his pocket before returning to the conference table to gather up the rest of his files. He'd likely grab something to eat after this. The younger nation was a comfort eater, and eating usually served to boost his mood when he needed it most.
Alfred looked up when he heard a familiar voice speaking to him. "Drinks? Sure, I'm up for some drinks!" The younger nation grinned at the thought of just hanging out and grabbing a few drinks with one of his good friends. A few drinks would do him so good, maybe help him to loosen up some of his tenser muscles. Before Alfred could say much more, Mathias was grabbing him by the shoulder and trying to drag him along.
The younger nation feebly tried to fight back until he realized that he had super strength and jerked from the older nation's grasp at once. "Whoa dude, you don't have to drag me. I'm totally up for this shindig!" That and he didn't much like being dragged along by someone else, even if it was a good friend of his. It made him feel almost trapped, and that was a sensation that Alfred did not enjoy very much.
"It's too bad it'll be just the two of us, but we'll just have to fill Gil in on what he missed when he gets back" When, not if. Alfred refused to acknowledge that there was any other option involved. "So, got any place specific in mind or should we just wing it?" Alfred was clearly game for either option.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2015 23:37:08 GMT -5
Mathias felt energetic like a five year old on crack. He should nap through more meetings. He needed to recharge the battery, and to be honest, he hadn’t been sleeping well at all. He usually didn’t fall asleep until the early morning, and when he finally reached sleep, he tossed back and forth and ended up tearing or biting his pillow. The hour he had received during the meeting made him feel alive again.
He grinned brightly when Alfred agreed. Of course, he wanted to hang out with him! Mathias knew how to have fun. Pfft, who needed the war? They had bars and night clubs to visit! He went to drag the younger nation forward, his hand on his shoulder as he thought of all the cool things to accomplish tonight. It sucked that he had this file in hand. Could he throw it in the trash? Eh, probably some classified stuff. He inwardly groaned. He needed to get rid of it. His hands needed freedom to show off his dance moves. His eyes widened as he felt a strong jerk away. His hand recoiled like it had touched a hot oven, bringing it to his chest and staring at the younger nation with wide confused eyes. He always forgot Alfred’s ridiculous strength. He wondered if the creator of Superman had based it off of America. Didn’t his alter ego wear glasses too? Hmm, it’d been a long time since he read that comic series.
Alfred’s words quickly wiped the confused expression off his face, and he was grinning once more, letting out a carefree laugh. “Got too excited there!” he remarked happily, “I mean, bro, I have not seen you in like forever…well no,” he paused and tapped his chin, “There was that meeting three weeks ago, and then that other meeting a month before that…and. Not what I meant! I meant we haven’t hung out in forever!” He laughed. He missed it. He missed when the world was in peace, and they could hang out all the time. “But yeah! Let’s get this party started!” he grinned.
The grin didn’t last long when Gilbert’s name was mentioned. Yay, it would have been awesome to have all three of them back together again like old times. Gilbert was basically impossible to get a hold of these days. He buried himself in the war at the Eastern Front with his brother, and when Russia had kidnapped Germany a few months back…Gilbert hadn’t been the most stable of people. He focused his entire being at the front. Mathias tried to talk to him, get him to open up about the whole situation. He only received a terrible glare and the demand for him to ‘get the fuck out.’ Gilbert obviously needed his space. He knew the topic of Russia was always a sore subject, but he couldn’t help him, if he wouldn’t let him. He shrugged and laughed, though it lacked any life, “Gil’s a cock block anyway.” He snickered knowing that if Gilbert ever heard him say that he’d be knocked unconscious. “More ladies for us!” he tried to turn his mood back around. Drinking and fun! Drinking, ladies, and fun! And dancing! Yes, it will be a blast. “I say we wing it, dude,” he smirked and started to head to the door, “The best plans come out of improvising.” At least that was always the case with Denmark.
He felt the heavy file in hand once more, and it annoyed the shit out of him. Oh wait! They were in Brussel and in the EU building. He hella had an office here for all the EU stuff. “Do you mind stopping by my office to drop off all this baggage?” he asked, shaking the infernal file in the air.
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2015 13:27:25 GMT -5
Alfred frowned at the expression on Mathias' face, quickly coming to the realization that Mathias was reacting to his own act of jerking his arm away. "Oops, my bad. I didn't get you too bad, did I?" He smiled, deciding the casual route to address the issue was best.
He couldn't claim that he didn't know his own strength when he very much did. Sometimes he slipped and didn't hold back as much as he should, but he knew that strength was there. It was always there, and he could call on it at any moment that he needed to.
Alfred knew that it slipped the others' minds at times, and that was exactly the way he wanted it to be. It was easy for his enemies to let their guards down when they took him at face value. He didn't look that threatening, especially when he played the role that his appearance suggested.
A few of his own soldiers learned that from experience. Alfred could pose as any rank within his armed forces if he needed to, though his appearance suggested 'private' and thus this was often that role that he chose to play. He was on a mission with a few other soldiers under the command of yet another.
Alfred decided to have fun and 'test' his fellow soldiers, especially their commander. He pretended that he didn't have the faintest clue what he was doing. He imagined that this compatriots thought that he'd passed through boot camp by sheer luck. To their credit, they were managing well enough on their own.
The instant the mission took a more serious turn that might very well put the lives of his men in danger, Alfred did a complete 180. Suddenly he was the one giving the orders to both the soldiers and even the commander himself. Suddenly he spoke with a strange air of authority that they did not dare defy.
Alfred was a friendly, easygoing guy to those who were on his good side. It wasn't really an act either, as some might suggest. Instead, it was merely one facet of his personality. It just so happened to work to his advantage when others were under the mistaken impression that this was the only part of Alfred's personality.
The younger nation chuckled at Mathias' remark about Gil. "More for us? Can't argue with that logic, he's the one missing out!" Ladies or gentlemen, really - Alfred wasn't picky, he could go for either.
He eyed the file that Denmark was still holding and grinned. "That's what you call a lot of baggage?" He remarked with a raised eyebrow, clearly joking. "No prob, just get rid of that thing so we can head out!"
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2015 18:30:20 GMT -5
Mathias knew Alfred was a badass. He’d seen him in battle before, and gezz, to be on the opposite side of that guy would be outright terrifying. The man could literally punch you across a football field if he felt like it, but Mathias often forgot. After all, Al was a super nice and laid back guy always looking for a laugh. Spending time with him, running about doing random pranks and so forth, you often forgot the guy was the first to be deemed a Superpower. He waved off the comment like it wasn’t that big of a deal because well it wasn’t. Mathias might not be as strong as him, but he still considered himself fairly scruffy and could keep up in a fight. Viking blood never vanished.
He snickered at his friend’s agreement. Gilbert would definitely be missing out. Two hot guys, two hot soldiers, hitting the town would definitely catch some pretty young thing’s attention. Mathias always had a preference for women, particularly blondes. He occasionally swung the other direction when someone captivated his heart like Lukas or someone really pissed him off like Berwald or Gilbert, but mostly it was a cute female blonde on his arm, usually mortal. He never had been a person for serious relationship.
“Hey!” he shook the folder with a playful pout on his lip, “If I drug this around to the bar, they might think I’m some stiff who works all the time…or worse…they might think I’m German.” His entire body shuttered at the terrible thought. Mathias bright personality could never be stifled by a German’s cold blunt one.
He smirked and gave him a nod. It appeared Al needed to party as much as him. Luckily, his office wasn’t far off, and he quickly ran off to drop it off only to remember he left the key to his office back at his house. He inwardly groaned. I need to start doing a check list or something. He pulled out one of his credit cards and quickly broke into his office, messy as usual, not that Mathias ever noticed. He threw the folder who knows where. It didn’t matter. He hadn’t really taken notes to give to his Boss anyways since he’d been passed out on the desk. He could bullshit something together later.
He came back, his arms stretched in the air, free of any irritating folder. He had loosened his tie as well and had a huge smile on his face. “The Great Denmark is officially ready to get the show on the road!” he announced as if the empty hallway and Al cared to know.
He then nodded to him to follow and traveled outside the building to catch a cab. He explained to the driver in French how they were looking for a great club to drink, dance, and hit on pretty ladies. The driver seemed to roll his eyes, but eventually dropped them off in front of a warehouse explain this was the new ‘hip’ place all the kids went. Mathias felt giddy, tipped the driver and bounced out of the car. There was a line to get in, but Mathias never cared about those. He glanced at Al, “This is how it’s done.” He winked at him and went up to the bouncer who was a large very muscular man in a black tee-shirt. “How’s your night going? My buddy and I are meeting some friends inside,” he remarked.
The bouncer kept a straight face and stated, “Back of the line.”
Mathias eyes narrowed. Okay, maybe it would be a bit harder then he thought. He tried to turn his accent into a more English sounding accent. “Mate, I’m Harry Styles and this is Louis Tominson from One Direction,” he smirked, and a few of the people in line perked up then looked at them in confusion. “I suppose you don’t recognize us since we just dyed our hair. We are meeting our friends inside, can you let us in?” he gave his hundred dollar smile, trying to persuade him.
The bouncer looked at him seriously, “Back of the line.”
What the fuck?! He totally aced that accent. He glanced at Al for help.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2015 16:46:47 GMT -5
If Alfred were drinking something, he would have done a spit take at Denmark's comment about being German. Alfred was on pretty good terms with Ludwig nowadays, but Ludwig did need to loosen up sometimes. Given Prussia's role in raising Germany, it was actually a tad surprising that Ludwig ended up the way that he did.
That being said, Alfred realized that there was a time and place to be serious. He could be formidable and downright scary if he was truly serious about something. However, he also realized that there were times where he needed to relax and take it easy for his own mental health. This was one of those times.
To be fair, he didn't always recognize those times for himself, especially in such trying days. Fortunately, he had good pals like Mathias who could help to point it out for him.
He let Mathias lead the way. Alfred generally tended to take the leadership position, but he knew that Mathias knew the area far better than he did. He would know where to go. It also didn't help that Alfred wasn't exactly fluent in French, able to make out only a few words.
The two approached a nightclub. Fortunately, in Europe Alfred did not need to worry about his appearance age causing him issues with getting into places. It was really rather ridiculous that after being around for over four hundred years he still needed a fake ID on top of his fake ID within his own borders on occasion.
...though there was a certain degree of comedy to the whole thing. Alfred could admit that much, so long as he wasn't in the midst of being carded. Then it was just a nuisance.
Alfred watched with a bemused expression as Mathias tried to convince the bouncer to let them cut the line. At first he tried the straightforward approach...then he tried to pretend that he and Alfred were members of One Direction.
It took everything Alfred had in him not to burst into laughter. Mathias might have thought he pulled off a decent British accent, but Alfred knew British accents. He was raised by Arthur, after all. Mathias' accent was an earnest try, but it was most certainly not a British accent.
Mathias looked to him for help. Well, he supposed this was all up to him now.
"Sorry, my buddy here likes to joke around. Name's Steve Rogers, a pretty big name in Hollywood. This here's my agent. He's a pretty cool guy, but he gets a little overly excited at times." He added the final touch to his performance - His Hollywood smile, the smile he'd perfected in the 1950s.
The bouncer considered what he was saying. The way Alfred was acting, coupled with the smile, actually gave off the impression of a movie star. In addition, the man was certain that he'd heard the name Steve Rogers somewhere before, but he wasn't exactly sure from where.
Overall, Alfred's story was far more believable than Mathias', all things considered.
"Alright, go on in. Just make sure to watch your agent here." The bouncer raised an eyebrow at Mathias before undoing the rope and allowing Alfred and Mathias into the club.
Alfred grinned, waiting until they were several feet away from the bouncer before turning to Mathias with a shit eating grin. "Wonder how long it'll take for him to figure out that I introduced myself as Captain America."
Well, it wasn't exactly a lie either, considering he was America and had served as a Captain before.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2015 21:41:24 GMT -5
Mathias had known England for a LONG time, too long actually. Definitely too long, especially when he went all the-Sun-Never-Sets-on-the-British-Empire-evil-laugh thing. So as far as Mathias was concern, he had a great British accent. All you had to do was sound smug and polite at the same time while making your voice high. Heh, anyone could do that. (Well except Denmark.)
He grinned when Al got his silent message. They must have telekinesis powers. No words ever needed to be said. He just got it, which helped in serious pranks. The three of them could always silently agree on the next steps without saying a word.
He puffed out his chest at the bouncer as Al went up to the bouncer and started listing off his story. Steve Rogers. That sounded hella familiar. He couldn’t diss Al’s story though because it was pretty good. Alfred already looked like a famous movie star, and his smile always seemed to sparkle. He wondered if the US government had genetically added sparkles to it. It was possible.
“Hey!” he huffed at the insult. Overly excited? No, Mathias got just the right amount of excited for all parts of life. Brushing his teeth in the morning counted at 5 points for excitement because who doesn’t get excited about fresh breath in the morning? Drinking with five hot blondes counted for 22 points excitement, even if the excitement level was out of 10. He snapped his lips shut when he realized what Al was trying to do. He supposed he could deal with being called overly excited.
He watched at the bouncer digested the information and finally agreed to let them in. His eyes widened. Woah, that had actually worked. He smirked as he walked by the bouncer, “Cheerio, wanker!” he muttered a bit loudly before following Al into the club.
“That was pretty awesome, Al,” he grinned as they walked in and then started laughing as he explained who exactly Steve Rogers was. He couldn’t believe the bouncer fell for THAT, but didn’t fall for his One Direction ploy. He had to admit those Marvel movies had been good. “Wow dude, that’s a story! Then again…” he paused thinking about it more, “You are basically Captain America. They based that character after you, didn’t they? Wait, don’t tell me, you begged Marvel to put you into a Comic Book and two weeks later Captain America started?” he laughed, knowing it might not be the case, but still was a funny idea.
They walked into the warehouse club and Mathias eyes widened dramatically before a huge proud grin appeared on his face. The taxi cab driver knew what was up. The place was packed with young twenty something year olds dancing with neon glow in the dark necklaces, wrist bands and sunglasses. Oh he needed those.
He immediately plucked sunglasses off a random guy’s head who was too busy making out with his girl too notice and placed them on top of his nose, before turning to Al. “How do I look? Sexy as always,” he laughed at himself with a smirk, before nodding towards the bar, “So I know you beat me the last time, but I am totally going to out drink you tonight.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2015 12:38:24 GMT -5
Of course Mathias just had to try his hand at a British accent one more time before they entered the club. Alfred shook his head once the bouncer's attention was on the next person in line. "You need to work on your British accent, man. I mean it's not terrible but take it from someone who was raised by the guy himself - There's a few spots you can improve. I can give you some lessons if you'd like."
The thought of Arthur's reaction if Mathias came into the next meeting speaking with a near perfect accent was enough incentive for that.
Alfred laughed at Mathias' theory about his being the inspiration for Captain America. "Nah, it didn't happen like that. I'm still not sure how they hit on it so well. I mean really, if the Super Soldier project was real, all they'd have needed to do was take a sample of my blood and mix it into the serum. Not sure how well that'd work in reality though. Maybe I should try donating blood and see if it gives rise to a small army of super soldiers." He chuckled, only half joking. Half joking because he didn't expect donating blood to give rise to an army of super soldiers, but he was curious to see if it would have any effects on those who received his donated blood.
Had any other nations donated blood in the past? He almost felt like asking around now.
Alfred watched as Mathias snatched up a pair of sunglasses right off of another guy's head, a grin on his face. "Awesome. You'll get a bunch of girls that way." He flashed his friend a thumbs up, heading over to the bar when Mathias nodded his head in that direction. As he walked, he bobbed his head to the heat of the music. He had to stop and take a look at Mathias at the other nation's next comment.
"Really? You think you can pull it off? How much do you wanna bet on it?" The sheer competition involved in a drinking contest was fun in itself, but why not up the stakes and toss in a bit of gambling? Alfred was in for a major adrenaline rush tonight. Perhaps it would help him to temporarily burn off the stress that was building lately.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2015 2:11:00 GMT -5
Alright, alright, maybe his British accent lacked true authenticity. Then again, English was his…third..fourth language. He had learned so many over the years due to the close proximity of many different languages in Europe. Either you learned them or you risked being talked about behind your back, but even worse because their talking right in front of your face! He chewed on his bottom lip at the offer really appearing to be thinking over the benefits and consequences on such an idea. His eyes strolling to the ceiling in this exaggerated thought. They finally snapped back to Alfred with a smirk. “I’m definitely down. British accents are hotter than American accents,” he teased, “but we both know my thick Danish accents is hotter than all!”
To be honest, he was somewhat surprised that Captain America hadn’t been inspired by America himself. Mathias read a few comic books here and there. He’d seen all the Marvel movies. He recognized similarities when he saw them. Put Alfred in a Captain America suit, and you would have the super hero himself. That would actually be pretty cool. Next time Al is on the European Front, he is definitely going to make him wear the Captain America outfit into battle. “I’m surprise you haven’t already!” he laughed, but didn’t stay on that topic longer than needed because the one thing his buddy did pretty frightening well was coming up with the newest and dangerous weapons. Thankfully their allies. No worries there.
He smirked at the praise. Hell yeah, he looked awesome! He loved all things neon. If Nor and Sweden wouldn’t scold him for looking like an idiot he would wear neon to all the meetings. The constant pounding of the beat shook around him, and he already wanted to dance. He loved how easy it was to forget the world when surrounded by bright lights, great techno music, and intense dancing. It almost felt like they were back in 2012 and not in a full out war.
He slid up to the bar into an open space between two group as he heard Al’s doubts. Really? Yes! He would pull it off tonight, or he would try until he ended wrapped up around a toilet. “I got a feeling about tonight! I’m going to drink you under this table,” he hit the top of the bar with a huge grin. He liked the idea of a wager, except while he felt fairly confident he would win, he also remembered the last fifty times when he hadn’t. “You bet I do! I bet!” he started, thinking over what to bet. His axe was off the table. “I bet you 150 Pandora Bracelets, a first edition Lego Starter Kit, and a Bang and Olufsen television that you sir will be passed out in a drunk induced coma before I am,” he smirked, “To make it even more interesting, loser has to streak through the city during the day...when he is completely sober.”
More incentive. He could do this. He started to mentally pump himself up as the bartender came to them. “Four shots of Akvavit!” he shouted over the noise and the bartender came back four shot glasses, and he gave the man his card before handing two back to Alfred and taking his own two in hand. He looked at Alfred with confidence of mischief in his eyes. He would win tonight.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2015 17:28:02 GMT -5
"That's kinda hard to determine, especially since there's so many American accents." To accentuate his point, Alfred spoke this sentence using a different accent for every couple of words. Granted, other countries had different accents and dialects for different regions as well, but as Alfred's land mass was one of the largest in the world, he did have a wider variety than some of the small countries over in Europe.
Alfred laughed at Mathias' next comment. "You say that like I haven't brought it up. FDR didn't think it was such a great idea though. Either that or he didn't take my idea all that seriously in the first place." Considering Alfred was half joking when he proposed it in the first place, one could hardly blame FDR. That being said, he would have still been ecstatic had FDR responded in the affirmative.
The younger nation arched an eyebrow when he saw how confident Mathias was that he was going to win. That, to Alfred, was even more incentive to win this. He also wanted some of the prizes that Mathias listed!
There was another reason why Alfred did not want to be the loser. He had no issues with being naked in his own home, or in front of someone in an intimate situation. Streaking in public while sober, on the other hand? It wasn't that he had too many hang-ups about his body, but rather than he just didn't like the thought of everyone and their brother staring at his junk as he ran down the street!
Something told Alfred that Mathias knew about Alfred's hangups about public nudity, hence why he'd raised the stakes so high in the first place. It was all the more reason why Alfred was encouraged to win this.
Alfred took the two glasses that Mathias handed over to him, a determined look in his eyes. "Alright, both shots at once on the count of three," he stated
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2015 19:38:32 GMT -5
The accents slipped from Al’s lips with ease. If could switch languages as easily as he switched accents, people around the world might stop getting mad at the fact that he forced English to be the universal language. Eh, whatever. Mathias liked speaking English. “Let’s be real, it only sounds hot cause your speaking it, Al,” he winked, with a playful smirk. Not that Al was hotter than him, but he wasn’t a half bad looking guy.
He should have known that he had already suggested it. Alfred always suggested the craziest idea, like completely out of nowhere totally random ideas. It was one of the reasons Gilbert and Mathias had been quick to let him join their awesome group. Now, Mathias rarely smoke marijuana, but he lived close enough to the Netherlands that occasionally the two of them hit up the pipe. He had to say the ideas he got on the mary jane, always reminded him of Al’s crazy ideas. It’s like the American was constantly high and spouting out every thought that popped in his mind. He knew Alfred wasn’t, but seriously, a giant hero to protect the world from global warming? Hmm, he wondered what Al would be like on pot. They should sneak on over to Amsterdam tonight and find out. “Bosses, right?” he laughed, though he can’t blame the American President for not going with it even if it was a total awesome idea. Bosses had a talent for never thinking out of the box, except for those rare few who pushed boundaries.
Mischief danced across his eyes as he caught sight of the tiniest uncomfortableness in Al’s appearance. He chuckled, almost darkly. Leave it to Americans to flash nudity all over their big screens, but become insecure prudes when it came to reality. Mathias did not like the idea running around naked, except he knew even if he did end up losing he could likely pick up a few fan girls along the way. He always liked having groupies. Aw man, he wished he was part of One Direction. He would definitely take Al up on the accent lesson, dye his hair, and practice his singing, he could join the band! Off topic. Seeing that slight barely noticeable unless you squint vulnerability, up the ante tenfold. He needed to win, than take a picture of America and send it to all of their friends! It would cheer up Gilbert and make him less of a pain in the ass.
He nodded, full on confident grin, as he brought the shot glasses up. “One. Two. Three!” he shouted over the roar of music. The glasses came up to his lips, he tilted his head back and let the liquid from both glasses slosh straight down the back of his throat. He slammed them onto the bar counter. “Easy!” he announced and turned to the bartender, “Eight more!” The bartender gave him a suspicious look before pouring six glasses out. As a nation, it always took way too much alcohol to actually get drunk, but Mathias still had a talent of accomplishing it. “Okay, one after the other,” he stated, and lined four up for Al and four for him. “Ready. Set. Go,” he stated and took the first glass, shooting it back, followed by the next, and the next, and the next, until the last one landed empty.
He shook his head to get a handle on the taste before he looked back at Al with a grin. Al seemed to be spinning slightly as the bright lights flashed and captivated his focus for a moment. He wasn’t drunk yet, but he certainly was getting a bit tipsy.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2015 13:28:51 GMT -5
Alfred wasn't as lacking in knowledge of other languages as many of the others thought, but English was by far the most common language that he spoke. He was fairly fluent in Spanish, though he had a habit of getting his pronunciation wrong on occasion. He knew bits and pieces of other languages as well, and was actually rather well versed in Russian...hey, it came in handy during the Cold War, okay?!
The first two drinks were easy. As nations, they could hardly feel the effects of two shots of liquor. Still, it was a good start, and they'd up the ante soon enough.
"Eight shots? You sure four shots won't be too much for you? I don't want to have to carry you out of here like I did last time." Alfred grinned. He had carried Mathias out of a bar, admittedly, but he hadn't exactly done the cleanest job of doing so. He'd lost his balance several times in his own drunkenness, and it was really a surprise that either of them managed to make it home that night.
Four shots each, and in a row? Alfred could do that. This wasn't his first rodeo, nor would it be his last. When Mathias reached 'Go', Alfred raised the first shot glass to his lips. Soon, he was down to the last shot glass, which he slammed down on the table in front of him so hard that he left a small crack in the table. "Another!" He called out loudly, imitating Thor in one of the Avengers movies.
He chuckled raucously at his own outburst, finding it more amusing than he usually would as a result of the alcohol. Like Mathias, he was drunk, but he was starting to feel the effects of alcohol on him. And Alfred had a habit of being very easily amused when under the influence of alcohol. "You had enough yet?" He taunted the other nation, a cocky grin on his face. He'd win this yet!
As this was happening, the bartender took Alfred's request for 'another' at face value, placing eight more shots in front of the two nations
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 20:38:14 GMT -5
Mathias had a stupid grin on his face as the shots came up at the bar. He snorted and playfully pushed Alfred. “I can handle anything!” he proclaimed, “And besides that was one time! Eh…two…or three…it doesn’t matter! It’s only a little alcohol.” As long as he made it home to his bed, did it matter how? He laughed and took all four one after another with ease, his body swaying partially. It slipped down easily, and as Alfred ordered more, Mathias could not stop smiling.
He hadn’t had this much fun in a while. War could be a drag, especially when it continued year after year. Everyone appeared to be on edge, and his Boss became more unbearable and bossy as it went on. Mathias liked a little fighting and blood, but even he liked to finish a day of fighting with a large glass of ale or hard liquor. “Never!” he announced with a smirk as he poked his chest, “I’ll match you drink for drink. I’m like fifty times your senior. Respect.” He laughed and grabbed hold of the new shots that were ordered. He picked it up and shot one back after another until he slammed the last one down.
The music pounded in the background, and Mathias started to rock to it. “Let’s dance. You can attempt to keep up with my awesome moves,” he smirked, but before he headed out there, he looked at the bartender position. When the bartender turned to his back to them, Mathias jumped partially onto the bar, reaching over, and grabbing a bottle. He nodded for Alfred to follow him to the dance floor as Mathias chugged some of the bottle. He started to dance to each beat as he handed the bottle to Alfred.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2016 15:48:40 GMT -5
Alfred laughed, not particularly bothered by the idea of needing to carry Mathias home once more. He would overcome that hurdle when it came to it (not if, because he didn't intend on losing). "Well I'm gonna drink you right under the table, you know that right?" This was a fun competition as opposed to the high stakes ones that came with war, and he was going to take advantage of the more lighthearted atmosphere.
When age came into the equation, the younger nation let out a snort. "I can respect your old age and still kick your ass in a drinking competition." He did expect he and Mathias to match each other drink for drink for quite a while yet..unless they kept ordering four drinks at a time. If they kept going down that route, they'd probably be down for the count a lot faster than either intended.
When the new shots arrived Alfred downed them as quickly as Mathias did, turning that into a competition as well. It was hard to tell who downed the latest round faster however, which meant that Alfred mentally had to deem that particular leg of the competition a tie. He was about to place another order when Mathias reached over the bar and grabbed an entire bottle.
Alfred grinned and headed out to the dance floor, snatching the bottle and raising it to his lips. He took a few hefty chugs before wiping his mouth and holding the bottle back out so Mathias could take his turn
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