A Little Too Much to Drink

And So It Begins

DISCLAIMER: Hetalia and all characters belonging to hetalia belong to their respective owner, Hidekaz Himaruya. I own nothing but the plot of this particular atory. Please enjoy and feel free to send me story requests. And please remember, it doesn't just have to be Hetalia requests. Also, I'm not one to argue about ships. Personally, I don't hardcore ship any hetalia characters, but I do enjoy reading stories based around various ships. Please don't argue in the comments about ships and don't complain about this story being fruk. I put it in the tags, so if you don't like it, then don't read it. Now then, please enjoy the first chapter.

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Ah, spring. Such a wondrous season, filled with new beginnings, budding romance, and beauty. The smell of budding flowers and morning dew, the content chirping of birds nestled in a far off tree. The last traces of winter fading each day, until no sign of it remained. How could anyone not be awestruck?
Then again, if one was forced on a date with someone they hate, they may not notice the tranquil beauty surrounding them. Poor Arthur, he just had to go out drinking with the bad touch trio.
Last night, Arthur was feeling a little down, so Gilbert insisted he join him on his way to a local pub to drink with Antonio and Francis. A few hours after they arrived, they had had way too many drinks. As per usual, Arthur called Alfred to come get him. Alfred, who was tired of having to retrieve and worry about a drunken Brit every other night, decided to come up with a way to get Arthur to stop getting so drunk all the time.
When Alfred arrived, he came up with the ultimate idea. He got a drunk Arthur and a drunk Francis to promise to go on a date. How exactly he managed this, no one knows. Having got them to promise, he brought Arthur home. He dropped him off at the door, lingering just long enough to make sure he got inside safely. He then went on his way home. He couldn't wait to tell everyone what he had just accomplished.
When Arthur awoke sprawled eagle on his couch, still dressed in his clothes from yesterday, and partly based on his hangover, he concluded that he must have drank a lot more than he had intended to. He went to his room to lay down for a bit. His clock read 5:45 A.M. 'About another hour before I have to do anything,' he thought.
He started to change into his pajamas before going back to bed. His phone buzzed. 'A text message at this hour? Odd,' he thought. Checking his phone, he found a text from a Frog, otherwise known as Francis.
'We messed up last night. Bad.' Arthur pondered the text, then started to remember the events from last night. Most of it was a blur. One drink. Three drinks. His sixth, maybe seventh drink later, he vaguely recalled calling Alfred to come get him.
The walls had long since started to spin by the time Alfred arrived. He remembered Alfred telling him that he was sick of taking care of his drunken ass, and this time wanted a favor. He then remembered making the promise. Regret engulfed him. He decided it'd be easier and save more time if he called Francis rather than text him.
"France, do you think America would be kind enough as to let us out of this?" Arthur asked skeptically, already knowing, and fearing, the answer.
"Non, you know as well as I do there's no way out ma cher." Francis responded.
"I'll only do it if you promise you won't bring any of your blasted calendars." Arthur said, making a mental note to cast a curse on Alfred as soon as this is over.
"That was out of my hands! I had no say in that. You know I wouldn't have done that if I didn't have to." Francis retorted. "Besides, I'll only go if you promise not to cook anything." He added.
"Like I'd waste my cooking on a frog like you!" Arthur shouted before hanging up. He turned his phone off and slept for about a half hour. Unable to sleep anymore, he decided to grab some tea and check his phone. Another text from Francis.
'How about I pick you up around eight tomorrow?'
'Fine. But don't try anything or get any ideas.' Arthur responded. He sipped his tea, trying to calm his nerves as he received another text.
'Let's just put aside our differences for now and try to make the best of this. Truce?'
'Truce.' He sent back, hoping that this would end well.
The day passed normally. Arthur talked with unicorn and flying mint bunny about the situation. They always knew just what to say. He was glad to have such good friends! He asked them what he should do, and they told him to try to enjoy himself. After all, it wasn't often he got dates. He resigned to his room for the night, cursing Alfred's name under his breath as he fell asleep.