Hetalia Oneshots!

Drunken Hockey night

Characters: Prussia, Spain, France, Canada

Pairings: N/A

Words:  ~1.7K

Genre: Comedy

Image Credits: earliest case of this phot comes from the News website, CalgaryHerald. No photography appears to be credited, and it's possible it is a stock image.

Warnings: N/A

~Let the Story Begin!~

The meeting had just been let out, with America giving his farewells as the other countries started to leave. France was quick to meet up with Spain, and soon the two good friends found Prussia waiting outside the building for them. France ran up to Prussia and held up his hand, high-fiving the Prussian,

"Salut, Gilbert!" Prussia smiled and turned to Spain who was close behind. He raised his hand again to High-five the Spainard,

"Kaīls, Franz! Kaīls, Toni!" He smiled,

"¡Hola, Gilberto!" Spain greeted,
"have you picked out a bar we can go to?" France asked. It was Tradition for them to go out drinking on the last meeting day during world meetings, and they always alternated who picked the bar they were to drink at. This time, It was Prussia's turn to pick the bar, so France and Spain looked eagerly to Prussia, awaiting the answer,

"Jā, I chose zis one place called Doberman and Bear bar and grill... Zey supposedly have pretty decent food If ve get hungry vhile drinking," France nodded,

"Zounds good, mon partenaire potable [My drinking buddy]! Let's get going now!" Spain nodded in agreement,

"Sí, I cant wait to get some drinks in me," he Commented, and they were on their way.

When they arrived there were multiple people seated at the bar, with even more people seated at the tables. Nearly everyone had their eyes trained on the TVs at the front, which appeared to be playing a Hockey game. Despite so many seats being taken, The trio were able to find three empty seats next to a tall, blond man who had just started a glass of Beer in front of him. He, just as everyone else, was invested in the hockey game going on, and every once in a while he would shout at the TV along with the crowd. Prussia, Spain and France took their seats next to the man and quickly ordered their drinks from the bar tender. Prussia ordered some German beer for himself and when the waitress asked what kind, he simply said whichever, with the excuse that if it was German, it was good beer so it didn't matter. France ordered himself Wine and Spain asked for some Sangria, which the bar tender made up quickly.

The night went on and the crowd in the bar got louder and louder as the Hockey game progressed. Most prominent in the yelling though, was the blond man next to the three good friends. His long, almost shoulder length, wavy blond hair obscured most of his face from the side, but Prussia, who was seated directly next to the man, was able to see bright, violet eyes and large, circular glasses. The man Reminded him of someone he knew, but he wasn't quite sure who it was he was remembering. At one point, a member of the blue team, that everyone seemed to be cheering for, had violently rammed into an opponent wearing a white jersey so he could get the puck, which resulted in nearly the whole Pub erupting in cheers as that same blue member scored soon after. The white team member who had been rammed into was quickly replaced as the caster said that it was possible a bone had been broken. Prussia inwardly flinched at that comment and looked to the blond man next to him, who mumbled something under his breath as the caster spoke and took another big swig from his beer. Prussia turned to look to Spain who was next to him,