America and england got drunk, again.....

Belarus sat on her bed right next door. Thankfully, there was a door to connect the two rooms so if someone came in and tried to hurt those three, Belarus would be right there to save them. She reached to the back of her dress where she had hidden her phone and her handy knife. Suddenly, her hand felt a strange absence. She must have left her knife in the other room!

"Ugh, nice thinking you fucking idiot..." She muttered to herself, hoping the three nations were already passed out or something. She tiptoed to the door and slightly turned the doorknob, unaware of what she would open the door to.

((I HOPE THE DOOR THING WAS OKAY SORRY I SUCK OTL))

'I need a drink.' Spain thought as he walked from the bull ring, walking barefoot with his shoes in his hands. It was a tiring day for him, as he spent the last few hours organizing bullfights, and even demonstrating the art himself. He was dirty and exhausted, but he didn't want to back to his empty home just yet.
"What have we here...?" he passed by a well-lit bar, and he heard voices that he could swear were familiar. He went in, and just as he thought-- America, England, Belarus, and Russia were there.
"Hola amigos~" he said cheerily, as he approached the group. He wasn't too sure who he was talking to, however, as some of them appeared really intoxicated. He took a seat on the bar, and ordered his favorite drink. "One Cerveza Negra, por favor."

Russia turned and smiled at Spain, not knowing how much he knew already, and being a bit suspicious of him in seconds. Russia turned to the bartender. "I will be covering his bill as well..." He said, Trying to get on better grounds as Spain. He sighed and took another shot of straight vodka. He turned to Brittan and America, raving drunk,

((rewind for spain? He wants in on the rp ^^))

America waved lazily to the Spaniard and grinned, with his head leaning on the the bar counter, "Hey dude! Man you look so dirty!" his face was lightly flushed from the alcohol and let out small giggles as he wrapped an arm around England, "Sit o'r here!" his words bit slurred.

Russia giggled at how the drunk America acted. Russia couldn't help but wonder...he turned to make Belarus was taking a drink before he reached over the table and pulled the curl. How would a drunk America act?

((omg spain is literally my favorite character e v e r))

Belarus looked at the nation and waved too. She had hoped at least he could hold his liquor like her and her brother.

"Yes, you do look rather...dirty, Spain..." She had said. As she was not part of the "ever so important" nations, she wasn't as close to the Spaniard as the other three were. However, tonight was a night of drinks and fun and Belarus decided to lose the persona for tonight. She gasped a little when she heard Russia taking up the bill.

"Brother, are you sure you want to pay for everyone? Is that not too much?" While waiting for a reply, she took a big swig of some unknown drink. She loved all kinds of alcohol and couldn't really care less what she drank.

Russia sighed, It was going to be quite a bill for all4 including himself, But Russa had just got a bit of cash, why not spend it on something every one loved? Russia sifted in his seat, not saying any thing to his sister on the matter. He watched America talk to spain in a drunken matter and coulnt help a smile.

"Thank you, Russia. I am in your debt." Spain replied, resting both his arms on the counter. He was so tired that it felt good to simply be able to sit.
America's comment made him look at his clothes and try to dust away some of the dirt on his clothes, to no avail. "I was in the bullring the entire day, trying to watch over the bullfights. You know, the one wherein there is a man with a red cloth, and waving it around? Everyone in the crowd goes, 'Andale, andale!' when the bull gets too close." he said, chuckling. "Eventually, I got carried away and I entered the ring myself. It is very exciting, I should bring all of you there to watch sometimes."
He then turned to Belarus, and bowed his head. "I have to apologize, senorita Belarus. I am not a sight fit for beautiful lady like you to see in this condition. Forgive me, por favor."
When his drink came, he didn't hesitate to gulp it down as fast as he could. 'Nothing beats cold beer after a hard day's work.' he thought.

((Belarus, one of my favorite characters too I can't decide between him, England, and Germany actually. Why must they all be so awesome? Then again, I'm not complaining ^^))

Russia tried to smile. He leaned over to belarus, "We going to be babysitters for them if spain gets as drunk at they are..." He said, laughing at himself, and drank more. He let his eyes droop, after the, what was this? His 5th shot? He was slowing down a bit, not getting drunk, just tried.

England sighed, feeling a familiar drunken buzz starting as he downed another shot, wincing at the blunt taste of liquor. He didn't bother greeting Spain, instead nursing his alcohol as he rested his head on the table. Being an extremely disagreeable (or giddy, depending...) drunk, he decided it best he try and limit how much he had to drink while he was around Russia and Belarus. Had his head been more clear, he would have realized how silly the thought was, as he was already drunk.

Russai watched the 3 drink, a slow and tried frown going across his mouth. He eventualy looks at the bartender, telling him that he is go give America and england no more drinks. Mking sure he was out of earshot of the 2 now drunk nations. He winced at the bill he would have to pay. And there couldnt get home by themselfs with out getting kidnapped or hit by cars. He would probably have to get a place for them to all stay too....Having peoplebe around you was expensive. He sighed again and drank more. Keeping a eye on the bartender and America to make sure he didnt get any more.