Kissing Contest (NC-17)

Germany snorted to himself and almost laughed out loud. Leave it to Feliciano to make anything seem so innocent...

Poland had no idea how he got here, but he was going to make the best of it by ordering some wine and throwing the other glass at someone, " Thanks I like wanted this wine!"

Romano starts pull Italy away, "LETS GO! I DON'T WANT YOU ANYWHERE NEAR THAT POTATO BASTARD!"

Romano gets that look in his eye that says don't mess with me, "I thought you say you needed the bathroom so let's go!"

"Hey, Lovino!" Germany called across the room from where he sat. "Who Italy hangs out vith is his business...Vhy don't you leave Feliciano alone?"

Poland stares at them, "Well like why isn't anyone paying attention to me?"

Ludwig blinks at the Pole. Well, isn't he the typical attention-starved drunk Valli Girl at a bar...

Better keep an eye on him, so that he doesn't get dragged off by the wrong type of people... the blond thought to himself with an amused smirk on his face.

Ludwig blinked at the Japanese man. "Oh, hello, Japan." He turned his attention from his ally to the fighting Italian brothers and the attention-starved Pole as he considered Kiku's question in his head. "I could be better..."

France walks into the bar and casually looks around. Seeing that everyone isn't completely drunk yet, he decides to remedy that. "'Allo everyone~! Drinks are on me today~! So everyone ordeer as much wine and cheese as your leetle hearts desire~!" He plopped down in a chair next to Canada. "Matthieu~! What are you doing 'ere?"

((Hmmm... How's that for a first post, everyone? Is it okay?))

(WHY AIN'T MY BRUDER HERE?! T.T We'd be at kissing by now if he were here. Oh, well... And, nice post! Very French! )

Germany glowered. Suddenly, his favorite sulk location was becoming crowded. Once Matthieu had stuttered out his question, Ludwig backed it up with a bitter, "Ja, France. Vhat zhe hell are you doing here?"

"Kon'nichiwa France.." was all Japan could say to the perv nation as he started to try to move away from him as much as possible without being caught doing so. Whatever the reason for being here wasn't a good reason at all compared to his reason.

(short post is short DX)

"'Allo Japan~!" France said in a disinterested tone as he turned to Germany. "Ai am 'ere because ai 'eard ziz was a good place to meet my fellow nations!" France smiles and then mumbles/whispers to himself, "And because of ze microchip America and Russia helped me put in Matthieu..." He then places two tickets to a hockey game in front of Matthieu before Matthieu realizes what he just said. "Ai 'aven't seen any of you in ze longest time!" Picks up the glass of wine that was placed in front of him by a random waiter and sips it.

((What is sad is that France totally would do that to Matthieu...)) ((Oh, and I went to Liverpool and London this year and was ranted at for 45 minutes by some French guy. He was trying to explain how french Canadians weren't real frenchmen. It was hilarious and kinda mean... :/))

(*pfft* Microchip...! HAHA! )

Germany sighed, "Ja, vhatever, Frenchy..." He noticed the lack of a certain loud-mouthed Italian and his meek little brother. Heaving another, more irritated sigh, Ludwig scooted back from his seat before stepping through the threshold where he saw Lovino and Feliciano disappear through.

(Anyone have a problem with ItaCest? )

((That emote looks like Ash from Pokemon....))

Seeing that his son is distracted by the idea of hockey, Francis decides to follow Germany.

((OMG DO IT! XDDDDDD))

Sighing into the cold night air, Ludwig leaned against one of the brick walls, combing his fingers through his blond hair and letting it fall a bit. His vision blurred and swam a bit and he felt super bored... Hey, he was drinking...

"Ah~! Amour~!" France said as he leaned against the wall next to Germany and smiled. "You miss Italy, don't you?" Francis chuckled as Germany began to blush.

Germany blinked in utter surprise at the Frenchman's arrival. "---! Vh-Vhat are you babbling about, Francis?!" He adverted his eyes to the damp concrete of the sidewalk in a feeble attempt to hide his reddening cheeks.