Sufin/Dennor one shots

Just One More Drink (Dennor)

It was evening time, the sun having recently set over the tree tops. The Nordic houshold was divided up as usual at this time. Each doing their own separate activities.

Mathias was bored, so he called up his buddies the Gilbert and Alfred, and asked if they wanted to go out for a few drinks. The guys had agreed, but Mathias also wanted to try and bring Lukas.

"Hey Norge, wanna come drinking with the guys and I?" the Danish nation shouted upstairs.

Lukas heard him speaking from his room, and set down his book. He went to the door, and shouted back. "Who's going?"

"Gilbert, Alfred, and I! It'll be nice to get out, come onnn!" Mathias urged, Lukas rolling his eyes.

"Okay. But if anyone gets pervy, i'm leaving." Lukas warned, coming downstairs. "And i'm only coming because I could use a drink."

"Yeah yeaaah. Come on!" Mathias exclaimed, and pulled him to the car. They both got in, and drove to the bar that everyone liked. The others weren't there yet, and the two nations went inside without them. They sat at the bar, and Mathias ordered a few beers.

Eventually, the others arrived, and took seats next to Lukas and Mathias.

"Brought a date, Mat~?" Gilbert questioned slyly.

"No. We're just friends." Lukas said quickly, overhearing the Prussian.

Mathias' face fell slightly, but he continued smiling and drinking.

"Soooo, you're single?" Gilbert asked, eyeing Lukas like some weirdo.

"Yeah, but I already like someone, so keep your pervy shit to yourself." Lukas responded snappily, downing a drink. He was feeling kinda crabby, and thought that maybe he should leave. But for some reason, he didn't want to go.

The Norwegian nation went for another drink, taking a sip, then chugging the whole thing. His thoughts started to feel fuzzy, and he turned to Mathias. "Sooooooooo. Come here often?" He said in a slurred tone, giggling and grabbing another drink. He downed that one as well, and couldn't even control himself anymore.

"You're reaaaaally hot. Do you have a girlfriend?" Lukas asked in a drunken tone. The drinks he had had were extremely strong, and had taken effect quickly. He also hadn't been out drinking for a long time.

"Lukas? You okay?" Mathias questioned, helping to keep the other nation upright.

The other two watched in amusement, as Lukas clung onto Mathias, and refused to let go. He started rambling about how much he liked Mathias' eyes, and the Danish nation started to get flustered.

Mathias got to his feet, and helped Lukas up too, starting to lead him to the door. "Okay, i'm going to drive him home. Seeya guys another day!" He told the others with a wave. Then the two nations exited the building.

"Matmatmat! Maaat. Deeeen den! I don't wanna go home!" Lukas complained, barely able to walk.

"Where do you want to go?" Mathias asked, silently laughing at how funny his friend was when he was drunk.

"I dunno, but you're sooooo hot. Can we get married like today?" Lukas said, clearly very drunk. He hadn't had a drink for a while, that was evident.

Mathias chuckled again, and helped his friend into the car. He buckled him in, then went around to the driver's seat. "You don't know what you're saying." He said, starting the car.

"I want to touch your hair." Lukas mumbled, reaching a hand out to pat Mathias' hair. "So fluffy... so soft." He whispered in awe, eyes wide.

"Norge, you're so cute! Quit petting me, i'm trying to drive." The Dane protested with a smile.