One thing that always seemed to take you off-guard was the close relation to your two friends, Ludwig Beildschmidt and Seamus Kirkland. You knew that Seamus' younger brother, Arthur, and Ludwig couldn't be considered anything close to friends.
Second, those two barely had anything in common. Seamus was a carefree, happy-go-lucky Irishman. Ludwig was a strict, drill-sergeant type German man.
On many occasions, you believed it was the beer. Yes, both men could undoubtably drink pints of the amber alcohol and be able to hold it down rather well. Although, when a meeting was held at either's country, they'd end up at the bar, occasionally with their siblings.
And guess which lovely little nation did the bars or pubs usually call?
Yes, since you were a close friend and ally to both nations (meaning Germany and Ireland), you were often called at ridiculous hours of the night (maybe even at daybreak) to come collect them.
The worst, though, is when both men's brothers actually did go with them. In addition to dragging both Ludwig and Seamus to your car with your (age) year old frame, but then you need to add Gilbert, Iain, Arthur and Reese's drunken deadweight to it. But lucky for you, it only happened once in a blue moon.
Snuggling down in your bed, you felt your eyelids droop but forced them open once more. A wonderfully pointless world meeting was held today in Ireland's home so you were expecting a call in a couple of hours from whatever pub those two ended up at about a disturbance.
But these meetings took a toll on your body, racking your weak form with exhaustion. 'Maybe if I just shut my eyes for five minutes...five minutes only...'
Believing you would be able to sleep for five minutes, you shut your (e/c) eyes, your body instantly relaxing. When you fell asleep, the clock beside you shone in fluorescent red, '9:23 pm.'
When your phone began ringing, the clock showed it to be 3:29 am. Groaning, you grabbed your phone and picked up. "Which bar is it, how many men and how much trouble are they stirring up...?"
"You're jist a wee lass." The pub owner responded, actual surprise in his voice. 'Must be new,' you thought to yourself. "Two tren 'av been stirrin' up trouble since they got 'ere. Towl me ter call yer."
Sitting up in bed, you rubbed your tired eyes and nodded,"Sounds about right...I'll be over in about half an hour..."
Before the man could say any more, you hung up and got out of your nice warm bed, the cold caused you to hiss before shuffling across the room and grabbing your car keys.
Throwing the doors of the John O'Ryan's pub wide open, you could only feel agitation welling up in your chest. Across the room, both men were sitting at a table, various empty mugs set beside them and both of them drunken messes.
"You're de lassy oi talked ter on de dag an' bone?" Turning your head over, you noted the Irish man cleaning a glass while smoking, his green eyes holding a tint of confusion, easily hidden behind aggravation.
Sighing, you walked over to him,"I'm sorry about them...don't serve them anymore. I'll pay their tab."
Obviously, the worker was shocked when you produced the funds to pay off the two drunkards with a gracious tip before pushing past the crowd to face the two idiots directly.
Ireland's head was resting on the table, his head aimed away from you. Germany was leaning back in his chair, noticing your sudden appearance swiftly and firstly. "H-*hic*-allo fraülein! *hic* You look upset! Vhat's wr-*hic*-ong?"
"'ey lassy!" Ireland started, turning his head over to look towards you with a flushed face, similar to Germany's. "Whaen ye *hic* git 'ere!? Yer luk not the bloomin' full shillin'. Y-*hic*-er not the chuffin' full shillin'?"
"Finish your beers. We're leaving." You said in a relentless voice. Both of them groaned like children, Ireland's eyes rolling. "Don't give me lip. I'm tired from the stupid meeting and I want to sleep!"
Rushing them out of the pub, you dragged them by their wrists back to the car, detesting what problem's you'd face on the entire way home. The one thing you worried most about is them falling asleep, mainly because you had no strength to carry either of them in.
The drive back to your house was long and frustrating. Both nations were rather loud and obnoxious, not new for Ireland but rather shocking to see in the German man.
By the time you had gotten home, you were ready to kill them. Rounding them up like children, you got them into bed and climbed back into your own. The house was silent so it was easy to fall asleep.
You knew what you were in for tomorrow. They would both be complaining about their heads and unable to move. But it was better than having six occupants rather than the normal two.
Someone crept into your room, climbing in beside you in bed and holding you close to them. They smelt like beer and...meat. "Ludwig...go back to bed..." It was a useless effort. He was bigger than you and if you managed to knock him off your bed, he'd be complaining tomorrow.
Again, your door opened and Ireland flopped in beside you. "Seamus..."
Both of them were out like lights, their bare arms tossed over your body. Sighing, you rested your eyes once more, trying to get used to the two sleeping beside you. You rolled your eyes, giving each a peck on the cheek before cozying yourself between them.
In unison, the two rolled over, their lips pressing against both your cheeks. A massive blush covered your cheek as you nodded off in exhaustion. Boy, was tomorrow going to be a long day.