UKUS 6

England sighed, his elbow on the wood of the bar, his other hand holding his drink as his emerald eyes stared at the tough German sitting beside him.

"You-" Arthur started, only to have a hiccup interrupt him rudely. He stared annoyed at nothing as if the hiccup would see the glare he held. But quickly the angered glare subsided and he went on talking to the German again.

What was his name again? Bah, whatever!

"H-Hey. Hey there. Hey? You have something going on with that…that…" He pointed his index finger out, lifting it to his head and going back and forth, making a swirl. Obviously trying to name Italy and using his finger to indicate his odd curl.

"Italy?" Germany finished the sentence, a little tipsy himself as his normally pale cheeks were a light pink. But nothing like the Brit beside him. Ludwig looked over the man, still lazily slumped over on the bar. His eyes were dizzy and his face was a bright red from the alcohol.

"Yes!" Britain announced happily, finally remembering the lad now. His finger stopped swirling in the air and went to his hair, trying to get his to do a swirl like the Italians. Obviously he was failing and he grumbled in annoyance. After giving up after about five minutes, he only succeeded in messing up one part of his blonde hair so it stuck out like a porcupine. "Bahhh…" He mumbled, slapping the bar with his fist. "How does he…do that thing? I'd love to see the unicorns and pixies to try that!" He laughed heartedly, raising his glass merrily for Ludwig to tap his own with.

The German mimicked him and raised his glass. After they hit each pulled back their cup and drank to the bottom.

"More please!" They both slammed their cups on the wood and called out for the waiter who rushed over to stop their yelling. Promptly both their cups were filled and they were talking again.


~~~ Else Where ~~~

"Yes! That's a great idea, Feliciano!" Alfred beamed joyfully. "And how about a big banner? One with awesome super heroes and cool 'POWS' and 'BAMS', you know?"

"Ahh, that's a nice idea, America but how about we just put something like a title on our banner? We should theme the party! It could say something like:  'Welcome to the official world's partner neko themed party'?"

"Neko? Why neko themed? Couldn't it be something awesome like superheroes or something?"

Italy shrugged apologetically and scribbled down 'Banner/theme' on the notebook paper the two friends were listing down ideas for their party.

They sat at a small, round table in a little café they had found and Italy had brought his little messenger bag with all this stuff in it. Germany made him carry it around in case they had any strategy plans pop into mind and to take notes during the meeting. So, like so often it was, Italy's was near empty except random doodles of pasta and pizza. But, it came in handy for this planning!

Alfred pondered what the theme could be. Since his awesome idea of superheroes was apparently out, they had to pick a less awe-inspiring topic. He thought about what he'd like to dress up as, then his mind lingered to what he'd like o see Arthur dress up as…

"Oh hey! Italy, how about, since we are going in partners, we get to pick what our partner wears? That could be our theme!"

Italy gasped in happy shock and amazement. "That is a wonderful idea, Alfred! Wow! Good job! It not really a theme but it's even better!"

Alfred grinned his signature hero grin and laughed boldly. "Yeah, I do have some pretty awesome ideas huh? And hey! We can have a contest with judges of who has the best costume and everything!"

"Yeah! But who would be the judges?"

"Hmm…well, we need at least three people like they do on American idol so…let's ask around and see if there are any volunteers?"

"Si."

"Yeah, but first, we gotta know who's coming." Alfred interrupted the thought and grinned. In one fluid movement he grabbed the note book and the pen, writing down every couple in the countries he could recall. "Alright. I got Me and Artie, you and Germany, Romano and Spain, Canada and France." He paused to shiver, imaging his brother with that pervert always gave him the creeps. But, he went on. "China and Russia? Sweden and Finland, Poland and Lithuania, Japan and Greece, right? Who else?"

"What about Switzerland and Liechtenstein?" Italy offered sweetly, glad to help. "She would love to come, even if they just come as brother and sister."

"Hmm, well, she is very nice, though her brother has an attitude that's so unawesome. But fine, the more the merrier, right?" He watched Italy nod and looked over the list again.

"Austria and Hungary?" Italy wondered, watching Alfred's face turn smug.

"I don't know. I dig Hungary when she'd not beating everybody up but man, Austria, he's kinda a downer." America was aware Italy had spent his early life with the man, so he knew he would probably be feeling the same way.

"Well, he can be a little cruel sometimes but he can also be really nice. Besides, it would be rude not to…"

"Yeah, I guess you're right." America noted and scribbled down their names. "Alright, this should be enough to find three judges. But how about we make a rule, if you're a judge your partner can't be in the contest? 'Cause, you know, it wouldn't be fair!"

"Sounds good to me! I'm so excited!"

Alfred smiled back at the beaming Italian and they restarted their discussion and ideas. Eventually, he pulled out his phone from his bomber jacket's pocket and started dialing.

"Who are you calling, Alfred?" Italy wondered curiously.

"Japan, dude. I was thinking he'd like to be a judge since I don't think he'd compete." He said, putting the little devise to his ear. "And I was thinking maybe he could-eh…oh! Yo, Japan! What's up, man. Yeah, so you know that big date party thing me and Italy are throwing? Yeah. Well, I gotta favor to ask of you and Greece, right…Oh! He's with you right now? Awesome, man!" America went on, his normal loud voice bellowing happily through the little café with little remorse. "Awesome, dude! That's great, thanks  a million! See ya." He hung up and beamed at Italy.

"Feli, we have our first two judges!"

"Oh! Really? Japan and Greece want to be judges?"

"They sure do! Now, let's find another…"


~~~ Back at the Pub ~~~

England groaned, his forehead pressed uncomfortably on the bar while Germany leaned on it, gulping down his sixth large glass beer. Arthur's slightly trembling fingers gripped around his Ale as he sat up again, his cheeks flushed even brighter with drunkenness.

"Hey!" England and Germany both heard and turned on their stools. There weren't many people in the pub a few hours ago when they got here but as people began leaving work, it began to fill.

"Hey!" A broad man repeated, obviously having had a drink or two, but still much less than the two of them. "Yeah! You two! Bushy brows and Mr. Muscles, come 'er!"

The two countries look at one another, too drunk to take a second thought and hopped off their stool and walked forward. The man was large, probably between Germany and Russia's size. He had a round, chubby face and dirty blonde hair. Well, the little bristles of hair that was poking shyly out from his rosy skin on his chin and upper lip were. His head was bald and awkward. He was obviously the 'leader' of some group or something because his buddies were behind him, watching smugly.

"What you want, wanker?" England wobbled over, finishing up the rest of that glass of Ale.

"This!" He said, lifting a red fist and pushing it roughly on the side of Arthur's face, forcing his to lose his balance and crash onto the floor. He sat back up, rubbing his stinging face. "Wh-What the hell!"

"That's for last time, damn Kirkland!" The man yelled angrily, but obviously happy to have caused the other, smaller man, pain. "Last time I saw you, you busted a chair over my head while I was in a fight and took off with my alcohol!"

The Brit struggled to remember before suddenly bursting with memory. He had been terribly drunk then, even worse than now, and it was a late Friday evening a few weeks ago. This…gentleman had begun to argue with Arthur about something he couldn't even recall and it ended in a total bar fight. "Ah, I see. So, it's you, Mr. Johnson? Pleasure seeing you again…" He growled, spatting on the man's shoes while he was on the ground.

The man roared and kicked Arthur in the ribs, but was punched by Germany.

"I don't appreciate your attitude or your interrupting in our nice time, sir." He muttered crudely.

At the sight of their leader being hit, the other two men who had been watching came out and went for Ludwig. Johnson wiped the blood trickling slowly down his lip with his arm and grinned a little. "Ha! So, we got us a German? Huh?" He noted, hearing the thick accent.

Germany scoffed as he helped Arthur from the floor, both standing their ground. "Three against two? Not so fair now…"

"Don't worry," The bald man grinned sadistically. "It'll feel like thirty against two!"