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Free Drinks

In this story, Netherlands is a barkeeper in a strip club, the fastest and most impressive one mixing cocktails and drinks. He works there with some of his friends, like Norway, but also with people he can't stand, like France. France works as stripper in the club and is utterly annoying him every time they make eye contact, making fun of him for making less money than her and stuff. Tho Neth, getting better and faster in his job is getting more and more attention and fans, so the competition between them is close. Both of them are the masters of their doing, therefore having their strict ‚territory' around the club.

Netherlands POV

Busy evening, as always. After hours of mixing drink after drink, joking around and stuff I excuse myself to a quick smoke break outside the building. Smoking is allowed inside the club, but honestly I need a short break. Especially after France didn't bother to rub her success in my face, already having please like a lot of rich dudes this evening. So I grab myself a pack of cigarettes, a lighter and go out the back door. The back door is the exit to the alley next to the Main Street. Like, five meters wide until the next tall house begins. I lean against the wall and light a cigarette, inhaling the smoke.

Suddenly something, a few meters further into the alley, something falls. My attentions turns to the sound immediately. What was that? A cat? No a cat couldn't make a sound that loud. Maybe someone homeless? Something told me to investigate, so I take the cigarette out of my mouth, walking over to the spot the sound came from.
As I walk closer the thing seems to back up, but to no avail as it runs against another trash container, me being able to corner them. I take my phone out and turn the flashlight on.. seeing a small person in front of me. Male, a young adult- few years younger than me maybe. Fluffy hair. Big eyes with red pupils, hat, hoodie. Innocent looking. Doesn't seem like a homeless person. I tilt my head, putting the cigarette back into my mouth, continuing to smoke.

The boy is just silent as I decide what to do with him. He's cute not going to lie. I like him. I'll take him as my guest tonight.
„What's your name cutie?" I start questioning the smaller one. I notice him clenching his teeth against each other before answering.
„Uh.. Indonesia... you?" I get as answer.
„Netherlands. What are you doing in an alley like this?" I ask. I don't get an answer. Well, good enough for me.

„You wanna go grab a drink? You can get one for free." I therefore offer, hoping that I'll see him a little longer tonight. Indonesia hesitates.
„Uhm.. thanks.. but I don't like alcohol.."
„I mean I didn't say it has to be alcohol. I work as barkeeper at this club right here." I explain, trying to make him less awkward. I glimpse of interest sparkles in the small boy.
„You work as barkeeper? In a strip club?" he questions carefully. I nod.
„Yeah, but only that. And I just invited you for a drink. Only condition would be that you don't leave the bar." I say, intending to have him more around me. I don't know why, but I really like this boy, as said he's cute. He tilts his head.
„Why?"
„You're a pretty Cute one. Don't want someone like France putting her hands on you. The bar is my territory." I exhale smoke. The small one waves his hand, waving the smoke away.
„Me? A cute one? Really?" He asks, certainly not believing me. I can't really stand behavior like that.
„Yes. Fluffy hair, big eyes. People like that. I'm sure a few stripper or other would like to fuck you you bottom." I harshly say, blowing smoke in his face. Indonesia coughs, but I see him blushing on the comment.
„I-I'm not-"
„You most likely are. You comin' for a drink or not?" I say, therefore finishing the discussion. The boy looks a little frustrated. Oh yes, he is a cute one indeed. There is a little silence.

„Sure I guess. A free drink is a free dink."

I take Indonesia inside the Bar, him taking an empty seat at the counter. As I start doing my work again, Norway points to my guest.
„Who's that cute one? Where'd you get him?" He questions loud enough so I could hear it over the music and talking. But with that, the entire Bar hears it as well. They laugh, those drunk asses, then look to Indonesia. He immediately seems uncomfortable. I fill a glass with a none alcoholic dink, which I just shook, put it over to Poland, also a Barkeeper, for him to decorate the glass as I turn to Norway.
„I never thought you'd ask." I answer with a sarcastic tone, as I light myself another cigarette. I'm planing to finish that pack today- they are only one or two left. Poland gives me back the finished drink and I professionally slide over the counter until it stops in front of my boy.
„He's my guest, and I'll personally commit a crime if anyone dares to lay their hands on him. Did I make myself clear?" I say coldly. Poland looks surprised and Norway just grins as usually. This is the first time I'm bringing someone else in here as my guest other than my siblings, so his reaction is just pissing me off. I lightly slap Norway to make my position in this workspace clear again. I then sigh, turn back to make another order that just came in from Austria, another waiter. Indonesia pretty much sits in front of me as I stand there doing my job. He carefully inspects the drink, then tries it and smiles, making me a little proud of myself.