2:30 am

There was a blonde man on the far end of the bar, swearing to himself and downing his forth shot of the evening.

This man… Is going to make a lot of trouble…

"Stupid- *hic* America!" England groaned, downing, yet another, shot.

"I RAISED HIM! Who the hell does he think he- *hic* is?" he yelled, to no one in particular.

"Ve~? England?" a man with an Italian accent asked.

And this man…

England turns around, and felt a little dizzy from doing so, to see the northern part of Italy standing there, a stupid grin plastered to his face.

Is at the wrong place, at the wrong time…

"What the- *hic* bloody hell are you doing here in my pub? I thought you- *hic* only drunk fancy whine like your frog of a brother, if you can call him- *hic* that..." England half laughed for no apparent reason.

Italy gave him a confused look, and smiled at the lack of understanding.

"Ve, Ve~! I have to meet Japan and Germany here to discuss spying on you~!" His face showing excitement.

"OH GREAT! First that American- *hic* twat doubts my skills on the battlefield, and now you- *hic* three idiots are going to be watching my every- *hic* move! Why? Am I such a bad person? Does no one like me? I'm- *hic* Likeable! Right? America you are a moron!" England sobbed into Italy's chest.

Italy, who is kind of freaking out at this point, patted the Englishman's back.

"V- ve~! I-I think you a good fighter, England! You're not a bad person! Whatever sin you have, god will forgive! Please don't give me your scones!" Italy said franticly, worried England might get violent.

To the remark about his cooking, England just got more upset.

Three girls at the end of the bar, who were having a party of some sort, Demanded they be thrown out. The Bartender did just that, but felt somewhat bad since England is such a good customer.

So, there they were... Alone on the streets...

"Bloody hell, I got a world meeting to-*hic*-marrow! I told myself I wasn't going to go past two drinks this-*hic* afternoon!" England said, pulling himself up with the help of a light post. "Oh blast it! Where the bugger do I- *hic* live!" England asked himself, looking around confused.

Italy, deciding that Germany and Japan can wait, offered to help him home in his car. Of course, not being THAT drunk, said no politely only to have his legs betrayed him and fall over. Which, intern, left the dumb-founded Italy standing there when England told him to drive slowly and climbed in the car.

There was some screaming and Italy had to stop twice when England got sick. England was just so happy for the lack of traffic at the moment.

They soon pulled up to England's' house and, being such a 'nice guy', invited Italy in for some whine. To which, Italy smiled that idiotic trusting smile. But still a little worried that England might offer his cooking…

After entering, Italy got his first good look into the Brit's home...

Lovely paintings graced the halls… Walking into the living room the Italian glanced at the satin curtains and friendly atmosphere. The fireplace and flowers around the room make in really warm and little details like scratches on the wood floor and the walls added a lived in feeling. A painting of a waterfall was hung over the fireplace, with various pictures of France fighting with England and England's older brothers on the other walls. A small picture frame of America with an angry England was on the end table by the phone.

What really caught the Italians eye what the woodwork. Italy may not be that smart, but if there was one thing he knew, it was art. In that respect, Italy and England got along fine. England enjoyed Italian art and Italy... Well, Italy enjoyed praise...

But the Italian man couldn't help but feel something was missing… Something that the room seemed to crave…

"Here, this is some French wine... I don't really- *hic* drink this stuff, any wine but the French!" England laughed handing him the glass, His slurred English confusing his guest and snapping him out of his artistic state of mind.

In fact, the only reason England had ANY French whine is because he stole it in a rave in his pirate days... He would have thrown it out years ago, but it was somewhat expensive...

"Ve~!" Italy smiled and took a sip, while England poured a glass of scotch and they both got settled on the couch.

"If you like it, you can have the whole- *hic* bottle, rather you have it then that- *hic* frog!" England stated, glaring at painting of said person being attacked.

"Ve~! Gracious~!" Italy smiled.

England then proceeds to go off about a certain American again, and Italy was starting to get tipsy from his third glass.

"You know- *hic* what? I won't stand for this! You wait here; I will put a spell on that jerk he'll never forget!" England stated loudly, before stalking off.

Italy, now on his forth glass of whine, nodded and said something about pasta that England didn't care to listen to...

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5:00 am

"Ah, Germany-san, has Italy-san come with you?"

"No, I thought he was here already... He called and said he arrived early..."

"Really? That is strange for him..."

"Hey, you wouldn't be talking about that Italian in here awhile ago? I had to kick him out because his friend was being too loud and upsetting the guests... I wouldn't have kicked them both out, but since they looked like they knew each other I thought I would be better to have a sober driver..." The bartender explained.

"What? What did this 'friend' look like?" Germany asked.

"Uh, well he had short blonde hair... He was in a suit... He comes here often... Definitely from London, seen him around town a few times..." The bartender described, backing up a bit...

"... DAMN IT ENGLAND!" The German cursed, dragging Japan out of the bar...

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5:30 am

'Bloody hell, what happened last night?' England thought to himself...

He sniffed the air and smelt something burning...

"Ack-!" He yelp running to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, he found a large amount of pasta noodles in his caldron.

"Bloody-!" He said, turning of the oven.

"Oh yeah, Italy helped me home last night..." He whispered, looking at the clock, "Two hours until the meeting..."

He dumped the noodles and walked into the living room, where they both passed out, and shook the lump covered in a blanket.

"Italy... Wake up, I need to leave soon and if you don't want to miss breakfast I suggest you get up now..." England shook him gently, not knowing how to properly wake the nation without scaring him.

"I was going to cook some scones and-"

"NO! Please don't Mister England! I'm up, I'm up!" Italy sobbed...

England stared...

Italy stared...

"WAHH! GERMANY!"

"BLOODY HELL!"

Standing face to face with yourself is, to say the least, very shocking...

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:O OMG, because I am a meanie go to the next chapter, it will be up today! :P Um... anything you need to know about this chapter, ask... Italy needs to learn to get the time right! =3= I will read your comments... I do not own Hetalia, and incase you forgot, this is UsUk and GerIta, this is NOT UkIta or whatever... Italy is a little to innocent to be with that ex-pirate... ;P love you guys~!