(Oneshot) You and Mathias were not only close friends, but very competitive drinking buddies. So technically, it was okay for you to say that everything that happened that day was entirely his fault. He dragged you out of your house at precisely 10:00 PM and took you to his favorite bar for a drinking competition. Let's just say that you totally thought you could win. You were on your fifth shot glass. (I don't own you, Denmark, Hetalia, or the picture. I own the storyline.)