Syrup & Beer

Chapter 1 - The Train

Canada's POV

I swear I was so drunk, the only thing I really knew was that I left the club, reeling, not sure why I left and ready to throw up, but I knew it only had to be around 1am.
Oslo seemed relatively empty and I didn't know how long I walked but I somehow got near a train station.

I don't remember much about what happened, only that I threw up near that train station and took a train with the credit card, the only thing I have had with me. I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up, I was at a station called "Göteborg". How could I've been traveling so far already, was tha-
Oh nevermind, I felt like throwing up again. I barely made it to the toilet, I was lucky nobody was awake enough to really notice me, but that probably wouldn't even happen if they were paying attention.

After puking and drinking some water from the small bad-smelling train faucet that said "Ikke drikk vann". I got back to some random seat, I mean I didn't really have anything with me anyway.

Once again I fell asleep in a rather uncomfortable position, but I woke up again when I heard a deep voice shouting "America, what are you doing here in Denmark?"
I looked up and saw Germany, or to be specific West Germany standing (even though they were unified) in front of me.
I probably looked pretty dead and smelled like sweat and alcohol.

"Eh?" I answered. 'Wow Matthew' I thought, what a highly intelligent answer.'

"You look" he obviously tried to find the right word "quite tired" he completed.

"Well - hick - yea, that's also how I feel, Mr. Germany"

"Oh that's no good, I'll take you home, we'll be there soon anyway, we're near the German border."

"Hm" I couldn't really think of anything or about how far I've already traveled, I was just too tired.

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I woke up to the sun tickling my nose as I slowly opened my lilac eyes, with my right hand already searching for my glasses.
I noticed two people sitting beneath my bed in a, as I noticed later, very neat and light room, one man with dark hair and strong arms and legs, maybe from hard physical work? Beneath him, clenched to his trousers, stood a young girl, with blond hair braided in a single plait on the back of her head. She smiled at me a bit shy.

I cleared my throat "Uh-uhm good morning, is it?" I asked to break the awkward silence.

The man laughed a bit in a deep, sore voice. "Well more like 2pm"
My eyes widened and I sat up right in the bed immediately, only to notice I still had my clothes from yesterday on and I think I could spot a bit of my own vomit on it.

They smelled awful, no I smelled awful.

I shyly asked "Sorry can I maybe take a shower?" the man nodded and showed me the bathroom.
After showering I noticed a few clothes that the little girl had put on the small stool in the room.

I tried them on and the olive-green trousers fit, but the white t-shirt was a bit tight.
I looked into the mirror and noticed the German flag printed on it like a stash with the word "Awesome" over it.
The trousers were comfortable and military-like, with many pockets, they probably belonged to Mr. Germany, but whose shirt was this?
Weird.

I got downstairs and I saw the two from before talking a rather small albino man in a hoodie similar to my shirt who had a killer jawline.

Like damn that could cut someone.

I walked up to them and looked at the floor, not sure what to do. The dark-haired man stood right next to me and after finishing his sentence he friendly hit my back with his hand.
It still hurt a bit.