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Post by America on Aug 15, 2012 8:46:03 GMT -5
[[Beware the power of Meri's pout, mwahaha!]]
He watched the entire while as Japan hesitated, willing the Asian nation to just come forward and drink his heart out. He was about to turn the notch up on his pouting (and pleading) skills when Japan finally did agree. His face turned into a wide, shit-eating grin, and he bounced up and down on his knees, quite excited to have one of his best buddies come and drink with him. "Seriously?" he asked, his voice coming out in a little squeak. "Awesome!" He motioned Japan over and pointed to the empty spot next to him, being sure to mind England's head (if he hit the small country, all hell would break loose, that much was certain). "You can sit right beside me and we'll party all night and have a blast!"
Until, of course, England became drunk. But then America would drink all that he could to also become drunk so that England wouldn't be as much as a nuisance. No one was ever annoying when America was drunk. Not that other countries could say the same about him (if anything, America believed he became the most irritating creature ever to walk the face of the earth), but that was besides the point. Everyone would be getting drunk tonight, and they would all have a blast and no one would annoy everyone. Or, actually, everyone would annoy everyone, but everyone would be far too drunk to give a shit. Yep. Perfect evening.
He drank some more of his own beer, eying his bottle carefully. Almost all gone. He hadn't even realized he drank that much. Unfortunately, he wasn't even close to being drunk yet. And there was England, probably teetering on the verge of going into one of his strange, intoxicated sobbing fits. I have to get drunk before he does! the superpower thought, his brow set with the sudden challenge he gave himself. That way, his crying and whining and stuff won't affect me whatsoever! Except he was a country who was pretty good at holding his liquor.
With a sigh, he finished off the last of the beer in his bottle and set it down, glancing over at all the other beer. Well, there seemed to be more than enough to go around, especially since they had Team Stupid over there only drinking demon piss. Vodka. Whatever one wished to call it.
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Post by England on Aug 15, 2012 9:23:05 GMT -5
"You people don't seem to understand the concept of a drinking contest." England grumbled, displeased, but unwilling to dignify any of the jabs made at him with an answer. He could hold his liquor just fine. Hell, he'd once sailed a ship through a storm and had emptied three gourds of rum in the process. If anyone dared ridicule him, god help him, he would prove them wrong. "A drinking game implies that there is drinking to be done, and so how about you all just SHUT YOUR TRAPS and get to it?"
Alright, so maybe they were all giving him a massive headache already, and he hadn't even started yet. Then again, he reminded himself, he'd decided to be in public when he drank, so if he really didn't want the others to speak, he should've just crawled into a corner of the kitchen and have gotten piss drunk off his ass over there.
The sudden urge to detach himself became overwhelming. England was most definitely not alcoholic, thank you very much.
"America, don't you ninnies have anything stronger than beer?" he grumbled, sloshing the last of the contents in his bottle around before shooting it down. Ick. He hated warm alcohol. "Something preferably colder, too? "
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Post by Malaysia on Aug 16, 2012 3:59:33 GMT -5
((Short, short, short, short! Q^Q))
Malaysia smiled at Japan when he nodded at her with a warm smile. In the past he was always very cold to her, now that she cant finally see this warm smile, she was extremely happy. She let her hands off him and walked back to NZ. Waiting for the contest to begin.
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Post by czech on Aug 19, 2012 20:54:12 GMT -5
(Man it's great to be back and playing as sweet little Czech! oh how I've missed her!)
Czech was skipping down the hall with a large bright smile on her lips. She was in a rather good mood being that she had finished her newest project..a beautiful summers dress that she had enjoyed working with. The top of the dress from the chest to the waist consisted of soft blue fabric. The skirt itself reached just to her knees and was scarlet red, the tresses light and fluffy. To show how happy she was she did something she seldom ever did...pull her hair back to show off her smile on her pretty face, pulling it all back with a White ribbon. It was a work of art and she wanted to share it all around!
She skipped into the room with the soon-to-be-contestants and stopped once seeing her cousin, Russia.
"Cousin Russia! Look! What do you think of my new dress? Isnt pretty?
She gave a skip and twirl letting the skirt follow then she perked slightly...her well trained sense of smell caught the alcohol as she looked down seeing bottles. She was instantly curious...
"Are you all having a drinking contest?"
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Post by America on Aug 19, 2012 23:01:02 GMT -5
"Ninnies?" America repeated, a smile forming on his face. "Dude. You got some weird slang sometimes." He reached over and popped open another beer, the fizzing sound like music to his ears. How long had it been since he indulged himself in such a manner? Long enough for his tastes. He couldn't wait to get good and drunk! The hangover in the morning would totally be worth it. Especially for him, since he wasn't normally hit as hard as the others were. And, by others, he was thinking mostly of England.
"Beer and vodka are all we got," he answered once he took a few gulps of his newly opened beer. "And unless anyone thought to bring anything stronger...yeah. Dunno." He sighed, glancing over at the title of his beer. Some European version, obviously, since it was those crazy people who brought over all the alcohol and whatnot. "I wish we had some Bud Light," he muttered. "We could pop in an old football game and drink some Bud Light and everything would be perfect."
He was just about to slip off into the land of nostalgia when he heard a female voice enter the room. Spinning around, he grinned when he saw Czech Republic. "Czech!" he exclaimed. "Yep! We're drinking all right! And you should join my team- we're gonna beat Team Stupid's ass!" Cheers to that. A thousand cheers to destroying Russia in a drinking contest.
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Post by England on Aug 19, 2012 23:11:09 GMT -5
"Well, I guess we'll make do with what we have..." England grumbled, reaching over for another bottle of beer and expertly popping the cap off as if it were second nature. And yet, he swore he wasn't on the brink of alcoholism. He then gently hit the side of America's head with it as payback for the 'slang' comment, and then started chugging his drink again.
As he put it down, he noticed the arrival of another nation and briefly looked at her before raising a brow.
"I think she should go on Russia's side. Not enough people there anyways, and she seems to be alright with him." he suggested mildly, not actually caring where she went. He didn't care where anybody went. It was just him and the sweet, promising lull of alcohol now...
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Post by czech on Aug 20, 2012 5:54:01 GMT -5
Czech was on Cloud 9 at this point. First she made a new dress she was extremely proud of and now she was being invited into a game! And above all a drinking game! She hadn't been in one of those since she challenged her big brother, Germany! What could be better?
"I think she should be on Russia's team..."
At the sound of England's proposal she was ecstatic. She would be with her cousin instead of against! Which was a better idea than the latter being that Czech could get very competitive, and when she was against Russia...thing could get very scary very quick...
"England you are a genius!" She came up to him kissing his cheek as to say 'thank you' then turned to Russia.
"What do you say Cousin? Will you have me as a team member?"
While asking this she put on her famous pout face, where her eyes would go all big, shiny and begging and her lip would just slightly quivering. In a way it was the very definition of adorableness. This look was specially used on Russia when ever she wanted something from him, be it a treaty or instance like now.
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Post by America on Aug 20, 2012 21:26:29 GMT -5
America shot England a glare. Well, there went another potential member for their team. Their team of awesomeness and America. "Dude, it doesn't matter how many people the stupid commie has!" he exclaimed indignantly, jutting his lower lip out just slightly, putting on a pout with his glare. "What matters if whether or not they can all hold their liquor. Besides, he isn't cool enough to have a bunch of team members! We are!"
He drank to his small speech, leaning his head back to gather more of the alcohol, the sweet, sweet alcohol. Ah, such a peaceful time it would be when he would be good and drunk. He wasn't a mean drunk, like England, so he thought. Nope, he would probably be a happy drunk, a drunk who laughed a lot and made stupid jokes and tried putting everyone in a good mood.
But, first, he'd totally have to put England in his place. "Also, don't hit me. I didn't do nothing wrong, so you don't hafta go hitting me!" He rubbed at his head, frowning at his beer. How many bottles would he have to guzzle down before he became intoxicated? He didn't want alcohol poisoning, but it looked as if he'd have to drink a lot more. Right now, he felt nothing but a gentle buzz.
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Post by England on Aug 21, 2012 0:49:58 GMT -5
"You're an obnoxious prat all the time, that's more than enough of a reason for me." England mumbled, not drunk enough to slur his words, but just unwilling to muster up the effort. He was here to lose himself and surrender to whatever was there to open a hole below his feet. That implied that he wasn't there to make efforts at conversation. Instinctively putting a hand up to where Czech Republic had kissed him, he briefly glanced over at the other team before shrugging.
"Alright, Alfred, it's time you calmed your tits so we can start this." he bumped his shoulder with his and took another swig of delicious, painful fire down his throat. "Like you said, it doesn't matter how many people Russia has. So one more shouldn't matter, right? Do shut up so we can get entirely intoxicated and on the brink of blood-poisoning-suicide soon, yes?" he suggested rhetorically.
In retrospect, perhaps they shouldn't have drunk that much. They'd have to spend the rest of the month without alcohol after that.
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Post by Russia on Aug 21, 2012 3:38:50 GMT -5
((mine's short too...))
"Eh, it's very nice. And of course you can, Cheshka~" ((it's changed ^^; , I think this is the right translation...)) Getting her cousin on his team had an advantage apart from having more players- it meant her... Changeable attitude was hopefully directed at them, the other team, and not him, like usual...
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Post by czech on Aug 21, 2012 4:46:47 GMT -5
When Russia gave his response she gave a jump with joy like she was a child, which compared to most nation she was still considered one. She had a feeling that this was going to fun! Being a European such as herself, she favoured beer over vodka any day but she decided that she'd be better off just going with it and enjoy! She came over to Russia and wrapped her arms around him in a back breaking hug.
"Danke schon, cousin! This vill be fun Ja?"
She then took her seat next to Russia, sitting up straight like a proper young lady then smiled to them all. If one were to look a little closer at this smile they would see that the cuteness was just a mask...it hinted a challenge towards all of them.
"Ready vhen you are Damen und Herren!"
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Post by America on Aug 21, 2012 9:20:59 GMT -5
"Not obnoxious!" America retorted, sniffing slightly as if he was wounded by England's harsh words. He wasn't, really, since he was actually pretty used to England saying such things to him, but it never hurt to pretend like he was. Maybe England would take it all back. Or maybe he would see right through America's terrible acting skills, just as he did every other time. Struggling with a good comeback, America bit at his lip, thinking hard. "You're...you're obnoxious!" he finally announced, nodding and glaring at England. "And you're the one who's gonna get alcohol poisoning, anyway, not me. I never get alcohol poisoning."
He didn't mention that he was shocked that England had gone so long without getting alcohol poisoning. Didn't the liver get all shriveled up with too much liquor? If so, how was England not, like...dead? It was a bit shocking, considering how many times America had seen his friend get completely and utterly inebriated. "Besides, I'm drinking! I'm almost done with this bottle, and I bet that stupid commie has barely even scratched the surface of his stupid supply of stupid demon piss."
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Post by czech on Aug 21, 2012 11:42:25 GMT -5
Czech took that sentence in once. Then she took it in twice to verify if she had heard correctly. When she realised America wasn't joking she bursted out laughing. She laughed so hard that she nearly fell out of her chair onto her stomach as it began to hurt.
It was funny to her that he would even say something so ridiculus. If Czech knew her cousin well, which she did, she knew that he could drink anyone under the table when it came to the vodka that he had grown to love so much. So much that he smelled of it every time she went to hug him.
'Herr America is about to get a big surprise!' She thought with a sly grin.
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Post by Russia on Aug 23, 2012 3:17:36 GMT -5
((this is assuming that vodka bottles are larger than beer bottles ^^; ))
"Eh, you were saying something, America?" Waving the now-empty bottle in front of his face, another partly-drunk one on the table in front of him. But given that only one bottle was already on the tipsy side, he was optimistic on the America front.
Sliding a bottle towards Czech, he shared a grin with her, while also shuffling sideways slightly so he was out of easy arm's reach of her - Russia didn't really feel like being strangled on his scarf or the like if Czech's amiability decided to vanish on him.
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Post by czech on Aug 23, 2012 6:57:03 GMT -5
As the alcohol was offered to her, Czech beamed. Now was her chance to prove what a girl from Czech Republic could do! Taking the bottle she inhaled it trying to get use to the smell then without warning placed it in her mouth and began to knock it back.
She started out slow, it had been so long since she had tasted the vodka but found that she was slowly progressing. It started burning her throat forcing her to calm down and relax or else she'd end up choking. At last she stopped seeing that she was nearly half way past the bottle...a new record for her! She placed it down feeling a little light headed but reminded herself that it was natural as she flashed a brilliant challenging smile at America.
"As you say in your country...bring it!"
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