Minutes became days became weeks, the same bar now a common hangout for the foursome. They developed a routine: Feliciano and Are-You-Sure-He's-Not-His-Boyfriend would disappear into the rowdy mass of intoxicated bodies, not to be found until it was time to leave. Romano would be stuck with Gilbert, watching as he sucked down beer after beer, becoming louder (not to mention even more vulgar) after every one.
Finally, Romano hit his limit. There was no way he could listen to another disturbingly detailed story about one of Prussia's many conquests (in and out of the bedroom) without some sort of substance to numb his senses. A cheap, barely-hygienic establishment such as this wouldn't even know what decent wine was, so to say his options were restricted was an understatement. He had three choices: beer, beer, or vodka. As none were particularly enjoyable, he settled on the thing nearest to him—to be more specific, Gilbert's beer. Wrenching it from the other's grasp, Romano gave himself time neither to think nor hold his nose; he downed the remnants, forcing himself to swallow, and wondered how long it would take to kick in. Prussia halted in his latest tale of a busty bottle-blonde with magic fingers to express his indignance.
"Hey! Why don't you get your own, Curly?"
Romano rolled his eyes. "That would've taken too long."
The albino asshole was silent, his eyes calculating. Smirking, he called for another round, and tipped his bottle in Romano's direction before taking a swig. "You know, Grouchy," Gil smacked his lips, "If you wanted to kiss me, you should've just said so. You coulda gotten it straight from the source instead of being all indirect about it."
It was the alcohol making him feel so hot, Romano assured himself. And he couldn't respond because he was mad. He wasn't embarrassed, and he wasn't seriously thinking about what the at least half-drunk Prussian had just said.
And by NO means was he going home with him after a few more drinks.
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Routine: A Prumano Fanfiction
FanfictionRomano reluctantly accompanies his brother to a bar, and meets the worst thing to ever happen to him: Prussia. An adventure ensues, in which Romano learns what it is to fall for a Potato Bastard, and what it is to have your heart broken. Prumano, s...