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Post by England on Aug 23, 2012 12:31:26 GMT -5
"Not going to happen." England shrugged, not looking at America at all. "Being a nation has its perks. My liver has regenerated itself so many times, it's practically second nature to me now." Nothing to be proud off, but England had never been one to lay off the alcohol. First, with the pirate days, then with his downfall as an empire, then during the pre-industrial revolution period where alcohol was much more sanitary than water and forced everybody to go for booze over water... And then the twentieth century brought so many headaches, he couldn't stop... By the time they'd made it to the mid-twenty-second century, England had already lost track of how many gallons of alcohol he must have ingested during his horribly long life. He really had to stop.
But not today.
"Hear hear, the challenge has been considered, accepted, and has begun." he called out a bit louder, and clinked his bottle to America's, who was closest to him. "Cheers to staying alive long enough to someday put this entire zombie business behind us." and without waiting for anybody else, he chugged his beer, thus starting their drink-fest.
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Post by America on Aug 23, 2012 19:51:17 GMT -5
America gaped when Czech told him to bring. Oh, man. Ooh, he was so ready for this. Letting England clink their beer bottles together, America glared at Team Stupid. "It's on," he said, nodding his head. "It's on like Donkey-Kong." And with a quick smirk, America followed suit with England, chugging down the rest of the beer bottle in his hand. Luckily, he was getting quite used to the taste, so it didn't burn his throat as it normally would have if he just started drinking.
Within a matter of minutes, the glass was empty. He slammed it onto the table, a grin on his face. "Two down, a thousand more to go!" he exclaimed, popping the lid off another beer bottle skillfully. He was so getting back into the hang of this, and he was so going to win.
[[short post is short, gah.]]
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Post by czech on Aug 23, 2012 20:05:13 GMT -5
Czech rolled her eyes but kept her smiles she picked the bottle back up and drank the rest of it. It was so strong and made her stomach feel all warm yet it was almost like cutting yourself...a shot of pain then a sensational feeling of ecstasy. Of course this also meant at she posed a threat of becoming drunk...and when she became drunk it was best to keep as far away as possible for you never know WHAT she might attempt.
She pulled back once finished, taking a moment to process it. Once finished she slammed the bottle down on the table shaking it as she gave her borderline sanity grin.
"Another!" she cried as she offered her hand towards Russia for another bottle. It was clear that her completive side was coming out...which might not have been the best...for America that was for whom she only had eyes on.
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Post by Japan on Aug 27, 2012 22:20:01 GMT -5
Japan resisted the urge to bury his face in his hands as America grinned at him, inwardly berating himself for not being able to simply tell the other nation no. Apparently even utter exhaustion wasn't enough for him to refuse an invitation, though the fact that there wasn't anything toxic in color present might have had something to do with his lack of life-saving excuses. Instead, he did his best not to sigh as he made his way to the indicated spot, resisting the urge to simply collapse into a sitting position. The last thing he needed was for the leader of 'Team Stupid', as America had so creatively named them, to see him as weak or tired. Russia gave him enough grief as it was, not like that was news to anyone.
He winced ever so slightly as England scolded them all, reminding them of their reason for actually gathering in the first place. Yes...he needed to be reminded why he could not go peacefully to sleep, or what would happen once England (and others, though England was being rather vocal right now) drank too much. He made no comment, choosing instead to reach for one of the bottles in front of him, pale fingers pulling a beer bottle over. Of course...it had to be beer. He would have much preferred sake, though he did not entirely mind the taste of beer. In comparison to sake, beer was often weak. He imagined England would have much preferred rum (familiar and stronger), or even Scotch (origins aside, it was stronger than beer). Or, as he sometimes asked when they were out somewhere, ale. He felt a little sorry for his fellow island nation, but there wasn't much they could do about it unless they wanted to stomach something from RUSSIA.
He popped the top off his own beer, deciding to just drink it and get it over with. The sooner he started drinking, the sooner he could claim he had paid the necessary obligation to be social and then go to sleep. Since the contest had seemingly begun before his arrival, he simply brought the bottle to his lips and took a (dignified, polite) drink. Just because it was a contest didn't mean he had to down his beer as quickly as humanly possible. Besides, resting between drinks often made for better tolerance. And he needed any edge he could get, especially with Russia through more than a bottle of vodka all on his own. Japan was not known for his high alcohol tolerance (none of his siblings were, to be fair), and the last thing his pride would allow was for Russia to outdo him when he, the nation of Japan, was drinking BEER of all things.
He lowered his bottle and gave Malaysia another smile, thanking her silently for the massage earlier. His attention turned to Czech as she entered, and he took another drink of his beer to avoid having to side with anyone over whether she was on their team or Russia's team. Thankfully, America seemed far too occupied with arguing with England, which only meant he would possibly suffer a headache from America's proclamations rather than from having to make any weighty decisions. And then just like that, Czech had chosen Russia's team and was currently chugging a vodka bottle like it was a mere bottle of water. He concentrated on his own beer; downing vodka was probably normal for Czech, just as it was normal for Russia.
As soon as England declared the contest officially started (though really, it had started long before that moment), he hid a grimace behind his bottle and tipped it back, draining it. He resisted the urge to make a face, the taste of fairly cheap alcohol making it hard for him to imagine anyone in their right mind downing more than a bottle. Then again, most people in their right minds weren't the ones downing them, were they? 'I simply have to stay a few minutes more, then I can take my leave and finally get some rest.' He put his empty bottle aside, reaching for another and ignoring the slight buzz that hummed at the back of his exhausted mind. If he had to participate in the contest for some time more, then he was certainly not going to be the first nation declared out...low alcohol tolerance aside. He would never forgive himself if he lost to RUSSIA...his bunkmate and a nation that would NOT let him live it down...ever.
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Post by America on Aug 28, 2012 14:25:14 GMT -5
America gaped at Czech when she managed to quickly down an entire bottle of vodka like that. He only ever expected such a thing to come from Russia, not some petite girl. Eyes narrowing at her, America began to drink the beer he had just opened, remembering those days when he would go out to the West before anything civilized started opening up. Just drink, he told himself. Drink like you're back in those days.
Because in those days, he would drink as a bet or to simply wind down from a long day chasing down outlaws. Those were the fun days, the days when he first got drunk and steadily learned how to control his tolerance. He still wasn't as skilled in that as some countries, but he sure was a lot better than England. And, as he would prove now, he was better than Russia.
Finishing off his third bottle, he wiped his mouth, taking a deep breath and shooting Russia a winning smile. "Three!" he exclaimed, setting the empty bottle down on the table and grabbing his fourth beer. His sight was already beginning to get a little blurry and that buzz in his head was becoming much louder. He figured he could probably drink about three more before losing track of everything. He had to be careful not to drink too much, though. Just enough to beat Russia's commie ass to next week.
Once Japan grabbed another bottle, America grinned. "Great job, Japan!" he announced, patting Japan's shoulder with a little more strength than he would have normally used. "See, you got this! Team Awesome has got this! Team Stupid, though, is so going down."
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Post by Egypt on Aug 30, 2012 13:10:51 GMT -5
Shouts of jubilation and the strong smell of various types of alcohol filled the air. Egypt walked down the hall towards the Commons room. The medic calmly poked his head into the room. He immediately spotted his rambunctious bunk mate, Czech. He also noticed the notorious brothers, America and Canada. He recognized England and Japan as well as Malaysia, Denmark, and Norway but he did not know who that last person was... 'He's holding a doll... looks like a ram... who could this nation be?' He walked back down the hall and climbed up the ladder. Heading to his shared bunk he quickly changed into his white robes and grabbed his bag, all that remained inside was some personal things he didn't want people to necessarily see yet. He shouldered his bag and made his way back to the commons room. 'Their all certainly getting loud in there now...' The Mediterranean nation quietly walked into the room. He went unnoticed for the moment, so he listened into their conversation so he knew what was going on. A few jibes and several bottles later, Egypt thought he understood enough to join in. He made his presence known by knocking his knuckles on the door frame.
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Post by czech on Aug 30, 2012 13:17:38 GMT -5
Czech gave a slight hiccup in surprise at the sound of Egypt's knocking forcing her to tear her eyes from America's. It took her a little bit to focus her eyes on his being that her eyes were a little hazy and her head was spinning. She had drank the last bottle a little fast but was adjusting fast. Finally the multiple images molded into just one very familar face.
"Egypt!" She cried with a large happy smile to greet her bunk mate.
"Whats going on?? You come to play too?"
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Post by Egypt on Aug 30, 2012 13:35:25 GMT -5
Olive colored eyes went wide as Czech addressed him. 'She is definitely drunk already...' He nodded his head quietly. "Na'am, yes, I believe I will join in so I might... how do you say it? Get to know everyone more?" Egypt walked up to the group and sat down in the gap that was between the two clusters. Egypt sighed inwardly. 'They are only drinking beer and vodka? Well I guess I get to introduce something new to the assortment since I have some unopened bottles of Auld Stag and Chateau des Reves...' As he sat down said bottle clanked together softly. He looked to each group as they looked at him expectantly. 'I guess they are wanting me to pick a side...'"I am not sure which group to join... I suppose either would be fine..." ((refer to this website for descriptions of the mentioned drinks... www.touregypt.net/featurestories/boozer.htm ))
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Post by Japan on Sept 5, 2012 22:03:31 GMT -5
Japan nearly dropped his bottle as America patted him on the shoulder, the force of the blow knocking him forward just a little before he was able to recover. Naturally, America did not know his own strength, though he doubted the blond would know it better now that he was drinking versus when he was sober. Still, he sat up a bit straighter, pretending the soreness in his shoulder didn't exist as he opened his next bottle. His gaze subtly flicked to Russia, as if to ascertain whether the small moment of weakness had escaped his notice. Sadly, Russia's perceptiveness seemed to kick in at the worst of times, and so he doubted that fortune favored him enough to spare him that time.
He decided to pace himself, tipping the bottle back and only taking a gulp of the beer. Despite the entire thing being a drinking race, it was also a competition. Races and competitions not only required speed in finishing, but also knowing how to pace oneself throughout. It was up to each individual to understand their own limitations, and therefore not to drink too much too quickly simply for the sake of downing more than someone else...even if that someone happened to be Russia. Instead, if one was patient, drinking only so much at a time with slower drinking between, more of the reckless nations would succumb to the weight of drunkenness and therefore put themselves out of the competition early. While he could certainly pace himself, he could not necessarily count on his teammates to do the same. And although America seemed to have the utmost confidence that their team--Team Awesome--could beat Russia and his cohorts, Japan had his doubts.
'America-kun is on his third beer already, and I am certain that England-san has finished more than one. And although Russia-san's vodka bottles are significantly larger than the beer bottles, his tolerance is surely high. I am afraid that while America-kun's competitiveness has gotten in the way of him actually choosing teammates that have equal or higher alcohol tolerance for his team as well as his friends...or at least not sending other highly tolerant nations to the other side.'[/color]
Japan continued to sip his beer as he allowed his thoughts to wander. The entrance of yet another nation dissipated his mental observations, though he welcomed the change of pace. He politely nodded to Egypt, who seemed unsure as to which side he ought to join. Japan cast a sidelong glance at America, wondering if the blond would invite Egypt to join their side, or if he would encourage the Mediterranean nation to join Russia's team. America did not know Egypt very well, as far as Japan knew, and so he might not welcome him as readily to their team. 'How unfortunate...especially after Eygpt-san brought other alcohol that might be far more preferable to beer. But I would not wish to impose on America-kun and simply invite Egypt-san to join us. I also do not know exactly which nations are on which team, except for the more obvious ones.' He resigned himself to drinking his beer and observing quietly, hoping that America would somehow miraculously see the benefit of having Egypt join their team. Or better (and more likely) to have England suggest it and by some other miracle have America latch on to the idea.
'We shall see, I suppose.[/color]
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Post by Egypt on Sept 6, 2012 8:26:48 GMT -5
Egypt nodded back to Japan as he sat down. He placed his bag next to him, opened it and pulled out his whiskey and wine.
'I wonder which team will want me... I would say that America's team needs me more but with what I have I would fit in more with Russia's team...'
The Egyptian nation watched as America slapped Japan on the back.
'ouch... Japan seems to be calculating something... with the way he's watching me...'
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Post by America on Sept 6, 2012 8:54:02 GMT -5
America glanced up from his beer to see Egypt, some Mediterranean nation that he didn't know all that well. He figured the European countries might be more aware of him, considering their close proximity to each other. He regarded Egypt with a light stare, then brought his eyes downward to look at the alcoholic beverages that he had brought to this competition of theirs.
Whiskey and wine.
Wine was sort of refined. America really liked the taste of it during certain holidays, such as Christmas or Thanksgiving. Whiskey, on the other hand, was more rough, not as...France-like (or maybe France did drink whiskey, but America didn't find that all too interesting so, frankly, he could care less). Well, wine and whiskey were different than beer. And America did like a different taste every now and then. And an extra team member never hurt anyone.
Grinning boldly, America exclaimed, "We call Egypt!" He turned a defiant smirk Russia's away, daring him to say anything about how large Team Awesome now was. "Egypt's on our team, 'cause he brought different sorts of drinks and he's not stupid, then." It made no sense when he said it, but at least it sounded alright in his mind.
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Post by Czech Republic on Sept 6, 2012 12:51:29 GMT -5
Czech stared at the colorful bottles with deep interest. Were these alcoholic beverages? After a little thought she decided that they were in fact alcoholic, making a large smile broaden on her face. She wondered... was Egypt going to be on her team? On Team Stupid? She stuck her tongue out at the thought of the horrible name America have given them. Czech decided that she was going to make sure that America did not get her bunk mate as a team member! Even after America had 'called him'. She stood up, pushed some strands of hair from her eyes, then looked to Egypt with slightly hazy eyes. She still walked steady on her feet despite being tipsy. As she came around behind the Mediterranean nation, ready to put her manipulation skills to work.
"Hey Egypt..."
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she gave him a look that would come off as 'suggestive' to some. She gave him a small smile, then jutted her lip out, forming the ultimate 'Czech pout' , the one tool that was sure to win ANYONE over.
"Team Stupid needs you on our team... Come join us... Please~?"
She leaned in planting a small kiss on his cheek, giggling softly. This was a sign that Czech was drunk. Every time she got a little too much alcohol in her system, the modest and chaste girl that was Czech Republic, would turn into an openly intimate and flirtatious creature. How far it went all depended on how much she drank and judging from the full bottles of vodka in front of her, she had a lot of levels to reach through the levels of intoxication.
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Post by Malaysia on Sept 6, 2012 19:33:22 GMT -5
((Sorry i did'nt reply this!!!))
Mal look at Czrech as she try o persuade Egypt to join their team. Well, there were'nt many members in this group. So Malaysia have to agree that Egypt should join them. Malaysia took out a bottle of beer and started to drink. She only stopped when she was finish with half the bottle.
Malaysia looked at the vodkas on the table. She never really tasted one before. Curious of how it taste like, she reached out to grab a bottle of vodka and gave it a stare. Drink it? Or continue on the beer?
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Post by Egypt on Sept 6, 2012 21:28:34 GMT -5
Egypt stiffened slightly when Czech wrapped her arms around his neck, then stiffened even more when she pecked him on the cheek. He noticed how Malaysia was eying the vodka while still holding a beer.
'Ugh note to self... never come around these guys when they are drunk... and Malaysia looks like she is indecisive...'
"Er... Sorry America but I do not like beer... and have you ever tried vodka, Malaysia?"
Egypt reached into his bag for 4 other bottles he hadn't realized was in there until now, 3 bottles of EDGE ((flavored vodka and about the size of a beer bottle)) and a small bottle of Butler's Gin. The Mediterranean nation gestured to the three bottles of EDGE.
"How do you say it... 'Pick your poison' ? Cranberry, Lime or Watermelon...?"
((note that these are actual alcoholic beverages you can get in Egypt today))
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Post by Malaysia on Sept 14, 2012 11:43:45 GMT -5
Malaysia, half drunk, looked up at Epgyt. "Not really..." Malaysia said in a drunked voice. This weird sensation of beer was ivading her mouth and stomach, making her feel... Dizzy. At least she was not really drunked, unlike England.
Poison? Ir this really poison? Malaysia was puzzled. She then looked at NZ who was doing nothing and realise what it meant. This made Malaysia giggle softly.."Canberry~" Malaysia said, gigglling like a drunked she was going to be.
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