Betting on Love(USUK)

Chapter 5

"Mr. Beilschmidt I told you no more drinking! That doesn't mean steal other people's!" I yell at the German man who was trying to take a beer from his 20 year old little brother.
"Nein, I love my beer and the awesome me will drink as much as I want you hässlicher Affe!" He replies before chugging his brothers beer.
"Gilbert! You idiot..." his brother sighs and shakes his head as he sits at his table.
"Oh Ludwig have some fun!" Gilbert laughed.
"Nein, I'm yours and that idiots ride tonight," he points and an overly happy, drunk Italian, "so I'm staying sober." Gilbert gasps, "what?"
"You aren't drinking?!"
"I alright told you I need to stay sober."
"But you love beer!"
"Ludwig! Ludwig! Look at me!" The brown haired Italian called as he jumped from table to table.
"Feliciano get down from there before you get in trouble!" Ludwig called.
"Hey you fool! Get down from there or I'll call the cops!" I yell making a few people stare at me. Feliciano screamed and hid behind Ludwig.
"I'm sorry I won't do it again!" He replied shaking. After that I started to continue getting people's orders and washing glasses as they came. I looked over to Francis who was talking to a woman about the wine she was drinking, I rolled my eyes and finished washing a glass. I bent down to put the glass away when I heard someone clear their thirst for my attention, I look up at who it was and noticed it was that loud man and his, maybe, twin brother.
"Hey dude can me and my little bro get some drinks?" He asked loudly.
"Can I please see your ID's?" I ask politely.
"For sure dude!" He pulls out his ID and shows me.
"Alfred Jones... American..." I say under my breath, "you're only nineteen?" I ask.
"Sure am my good man." He punches my shoulder and I hold it in slight pain as he laughs. I look over to the other man who was searching his pockets, "well, Mattie?"
"I can't find it." His brother replies with a quiet and calming voice.
"What?! Seriously? Dude come on!" He whines.
"Oh wait. I found it, eh." He passes me his ID, "I'm seventeen but as I believe it says... I'm legally allowed to drink because I'm accompanied with an adult." He smirks slightly as I read his ID.
"Matthew Williams... Canadian... seventeen." I mumble under my breath, "alright what would you like to drink then?"
"Whiskey please with two shot glasses!" The blue eyed American told me.
"Alfred I-" Before Matthew could finish Alfred smacked the money down onto the counter and smiled. I take the money and count in before putting it in the cash register.
"Thank you kind sir!"
"My names Arthur Kirkland." I tell him as I grab their drink and glasses.
"Alright, thanks Art-ther Kirk-lambs, sir." The American laughed and Matthew chuckles slightly. I glare at them as I place their bottle and glasses down, they stop laughing, "buzz kill much?" He points at me with his thumb and looks at his brother.