Boyfriend Scenarios: Hetalia

He Gets Drunk

A/N:  So I think it is safe to assume many people want to know the results from the poll.  And here they are;
223 people took it (thank you all very much)
176 people said yes (about 79%)
47 people said no (about 21%)

For now, that story will probably be a separate book, so no need to worry about seeing that here on this book people who said 'no'.  But something like that takes time so I'll have to ask that everyone (who wanted it) wait patiently.

So this chapter takes place after the honeymoon (I leave whatever happened on it to you guys and your minds)

Requested by Crypticanimal & Megan & EternalLife4ever & DarkAngelGamer

Warning:  I did use Google Translate, so if people who know the language fluently, or fluently enough, can correct me if there is a mistake, I would appreciate it.  Just message me the actual way to say it and say which scenario it is from.

America

"*hic* You look almost as *hic* purdy [pretty] as my *hic* wife~"  Alfred slurred he leaned on you.  You just rolled your eyes and lugged the big goof to your car.

"Alfie, I am your wife."  You said.  He looked at you with a look of amazement.

"Really?  I'm *hic* married?"  He said as you mentally facepalmed.  You shook your head and opened the door to the backseat.

"Yes, now get in the car and buckle up."  You said.  He nodded and stumbled inside as you got into the front and began driving home.

"Really now, I can't believe Mattias and Gilbert just left you there like that."  You grumbled to yourself.  You glanced in the mirror and saw Alfred looking green.

"Alfie, if you have to vomit could you-"  You were cut off by the sound of vomiting.

"-do it out the window."  You finished with a sigh.  Opening the windows to air out the car, you sighed and drove on.

'Oh well,'  You thought to yourself. 'I was thinking of getting a new car anyway.'

England

"Am I catholic or protestant because I don't bloody know."  Arthur said as you walked into the bar where you saw a passed out Francis.  You sighed and tapped on Arthur's shoulder, gaining his attention.

"Come on Arthur, time to-"

"Love,"  He said cutting you off as he grabbed you by the shoulders.  "You gotta tell me; am I catholic or protestant?"  He asked, slurring a bit.

"You can figure it out after we get you sober, now let's go home and-"

"Bartender!"  Arthur said, turning away from you.  "I want my mixed nuts and I want them ta be bloody mixed and I'll have a vanilla swirled scotch beer."  He said.  You held the bridge of your nose as the bartender just raised an eyebrow.  You waved the bartender off. This annoyed Arthur who drank the remaining scotch in his cup before rising to his feet, swaying quite a bit.

"Oi, où l'enfer sanglant pensez-vous que vous allez? [Oi, where the bloody hell do you think you're going]"  Arthur said in perfect french, stunning you.  And then you facepalmed because you realized why he said it in french;

He was so drunk he forgot how to speak english.

After that you just recorded him with your phone, ranting in french, before dragging him out of the bar.