Shake down of the maple tomato beer pact

Numerous bottles of beer were consumed, but they had all stopped counting a long time ago. Everything had turned into a night that they probably wouldn't remember in the morning, just three people searching for some sort of comfort. They were people who would normally never associate with each other, but fate had brought them together. And the words that they had exchanged earlier would most likely keep them together for a long time.

They didn't have much in common, but they had enough in common to hold a meaningless conversation with each other, about something they could all relate to.

Thickly accented anger. "My fratello is a dumb ass."

Obnoxiously loud. "My bruder thinks he's better than me."

Quietly whispered. "Everyone likes my brother more than me."

"He doesn't even think about all the stuff I do for him!" The voices yelled simultaneously, before three heads hit the table, each hit accompanied with another insult directed at their respective brothers.

THUD. "That bastard."

THUD. "That hoser."

THUD. "That arschloch."

The next morning.

Canada sat up and soon regretted it when the room began to spin. The Canadian clutched his head and groaned. "What did I do last night?"

The door to Canada's room burst open, and the noise added to the bright light that filled the room, only worsened the Canadian's headache. "Hey Mattie you're up!" America said cheerfully.

Canada closed his eyes until the pain in his head died down to a dull throbbing. "U-uh hi Al where am I?" Canada whispered, while reaching for his glasses on the nightstand.

America laughed loudly and placed a hand on top of his brother's head, oblivious to the other's discomfort. "The hero totally saved you, because you were passed out, right outside of a bar." America laughed again. "You should really take it easy on the drinks Mattie; everyone knows you're a lightweight."

'Ugh America you asshole.' Canada thought to himself, but simply smiled at his brother. "Thanks Al." Canada whispered glad to have some sort of ideas as to why he felt this way.

America slapped Canada on the back, Canada winced and tears sprung up in the corners of his eyes. "No prob bro! Now hurry up and get ready for the meeting." Canada groaned he had completely forgotten about the meeting that was being held all week. "I don't want to go to the meeting while I'm hung-over." Canada mumbled under his breath.

America heard the Canadian and laughed. "You should have thought about that before you went drinking with Prussia and Romano. I didn't even know you hung out with those guys." Canada's eyes widened. 'I went drinking with Prussia and Romano. Great I probably passed out in front of them.'

Kumajirou walked into the room and looked up at Canada. "Who?" The little bear asked. Canada sighed and stood up; the Canadian had a feeling that today was going to be a very long day.

Romano groaned and threw a pillow over his head to block out the light filtering in through his thin curtains.

"Ve Fratello, are you up?" Italy said happily poking his brother in the side. Romano groaned and swatted his brother's hand away. "Damnit Veneziano shut the hell up, you're too damn loud!" Romano complained.

Italy backed away, and his curl wilted slightly. "Ve I'm sorry fratello…how are you feeling?" Italy asked his voice a little softer.

Romano groaned, and pulled the pillow away from his face. "I feel like crap, what the hell did I do?" Romano asked a frown on his face.

"You went drinking with Germany's brother Prussia and…um somebody else, but I can't remember his name." Italy said while smiling brightly at his brother.

Romano rolled his eyes and moved to stand up; as soon as the Italian was in an upright position, he grabbed his stomach and ran to the bathroom. Italy grabbed the glass of water he had brought for his brother and followed him into the bathroom.

"Ve Romano do you want something to drink?" Italy asked but then tripped over his untied shoelaces.

Romano finished emptying his stomach's contents into the toilet and looked up, just in time to see Italy trip and spill the entire glass of ice-cold water all over him.

"DAMNIT VENEZIANO! YOU IDIOTA!" Romano yelled as he walked towards his brother. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? OH WAIT LET ME GUESS YOU WEREN'T THINKING WERE YOU?' Romano yelled angrily.

"Ve I'm sorry I didn't mean to." Italy apologized tears gathering in his eyes. Romano continued to walk towards Italy, and didn't notice the water that had spilt on the floor and slipped in it.

"CHIGIIIIIIIII!" Romano yelled as he fell and banged his head on the floor. Italy ran forward and tried to help his brother up, but only ended up tripping and landing on top of Romano. Romano groaned from where he laid on the floor, and the thought that passed through his head while his younger brother on top of him, was that this would be a bad day.

Prussia groaned when he heard the beeping of an alarm clock, and waved his hand around trying to locate the device so he could turn it off. After ten minutes of failing to find the alarm, Prussia finally sat up and glared at the little clock sitting on his nightstand.

Prussia turned the alarm off and threw it at the wall. "Stupid alarm ruining my awesome sleep." Prussia laid back down and returned to sleep, but ten minutes later Germany walked into his room and woke the albino up.

"Bruder wake up!" Germany yelled knowing that his lazy brother would stay in bed all day. Prussia groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. "Leave me alone west."

Germany sighed and snatched the blanket away from the bed. "Get up you're going to the meeting today!" Germany yelled at his brother. "I'm not going I have a hangover." Prussia complained curling into a ball.

Germany rolled his eyes. "Like that has ever stopped you before. I had to drag you back here after you passed out at the bar with Romano."

Prussia squinted up at his brother. "Romano? Are you sure it wasn't Spain?" Gilbert asked confused.

Germany crossed his arms and stared at his brother who was still lying in bed. "I am sure it was definitely Romano, and some blond haired man I don't know."

"You mean France?" Prussia asked finally sitting up. "Nein it definitely wasn't France, although his hair did look very similar to France's." Germany stated.

Prussia sighed, swung his legs over the bed, and stood up. Prussia drunk all the time so he was used to hangovers and could deal with them, but he couldn't help but wonder what he had been doing with Romano and some guy that looked like France. Prussia had a very high alcohol tolerance, he rarely ever passed out now a days.

"You're going to the meeting, so I can be sure you're not going to do anything idiotic." Germany said before leaving the room. Prussia rolled his eyes and started to get ready for the day, which had started going down hill already.

At the meeting…

Germany, America, and N. Italy all walked into the room at the same time, America eager to get the meeting started, Germany focused on keeping things on task, and Italy happily babbling about pasta.

Romano came in next grumbling about Italy, and sat down in the first empty seat he saw. "Hola Lovi!" Romano groaned when he heard the cheerful Spanish voice. "Shut the hell up bastard!" Romano grumbled, his head hurting even worse now due to his fall in the bathroom.

Spain just laughed and sat down next to Romano. "Don't be mean Lovi, I brought you a tomato." Romano grumbled and accepted the tomato from the Spaniard. "Cheh whatever bastard, just stop talking so loudly."

Prussia entered the room and grinned lazily when his eyes landed on Austria sitting all alone with an empty seat next to him. On his way to bother Austria, Prussia noticed Romano sitting by Spain and considered confronting the Italian about last night, but decided not to, and nodded in acknowledgement of Spain's wave.

Prussia plopped down next to Austria and poked the Austrian in the side. "How's it going specs?" Gilbert asked smirking at the clearly irritated nation.

Austria turned away from Prussia doing his best to ignore him. "Leave me alone." Austria said. Prussia rolled his eyes and continued to poke Austria. "Come on don't you ever try to have just a little bit of fun huh?"

Austria ignored Prussia, and remained silent, however the albino continued to pester him.

Canada walked into the room and wasn't noticed by anyone, he sighed and took a seat near America hoping he wouldn't be sat on by Russia during this meeting.

Ten minutes later Germany announced that the meeting would be starting soon, and some of the nations that were standing and talking began to move to their seats.

Romano, who was still sitting by Spain, was tired of the Spaniard's constant chatter, normally it wouldn't be so bad but he was hung-over today so he got up to find another seat somewhere quieter.

Prussia was still bothering Austria, but Hungary began to move to her seat near the Austrian when Germany announced that the meeting was going to begin soon. Once Hungary saw Prussia bothering Austria she took out her frying pan and began to yell at him. "Stop ruining Austria's happy place!" Prussia looked up and saw Hungary with her frying pan, so he quickly stood up and moved to find another seat.

Canada groaned after Germany announced that the meeting would be starting soon, he had seen Russia look at him, well through him, and smile. Canada had tried to get his brother to help him with the whole Russia sitting on him thing, but America always forgot.

Canada looked around the room searching for his brother, only to find the American talking to England. Canada sighed as Russia started moving towards his chair, he's been in this situation before and he knows exactly where it's headed so Canada stands up quickly and moves to find a new seat.

Unfortunately for the three nations there aren't many seats available in the crowded meeting room, so they all end up wandering around for a while looking for a place to sit.

"Okay time to start the meeting." Germany announced looking around the room to see if all the nations were ready. Germany sighed and glared at the two nations he saw standing up, more specifically at his older bruder.

"Prussia please sit down." Prussia rolled his eyes and began moving towards a group of three empty chairs he just noticed.

"Ve Romano you need to sit down too." Italy said smiling at his brother; Romano just glared at the cheerful nation and sat near Prussia, a single chair the only thing between them.

Canada was still wandering around, but no one noticed him so they started the meeting. Canada sighed and sat in the only empty seat he saw left, between Prussia and Romano.

Romano looked to his right, when he saw the chair in between Prussia and himself move, but he didn't see anyone there so he brushed it off.

Romano didn't listen to Germany while he rambled on about world issues, he didn't give a damn, and these bastards would be fighting in a few minutes anyways. Romano watched with disgust, as his fratello clung to Germany's arm and chattered about pasta.

Prussia rolled his eyes at Germany and began doodling pictures of Gilbird on his paper, when Prussia looked up again Germany was glaring at him. "Pay attention bruder!" Prussia sighed as Germany yelled at him.

America stood up and loudly announced that it was the hero's turn talk before going on about his plan to stop global warming with the help of that one guy. Canada knew that America was talking about him, because he had heard America's global warming plan before.

Canada wasn't sure what angered him most, the fact that America was still trying to involve him in a plan he had disagreed to, or that the American still couldn't remember him.

"Stupid hoser always forgetting me." Canada grumbled under his breath, forgetting about the two nations sitting next to him. Prussia didn't hear anything because Canada's voice was so quiet and he was more focused on coming up with a plan to bother his brother.

Romano however did hear the Canadian, but he still couldn't see him. "Who the hell said that?" Romano asked staring at Prussia. "Oi potato bastard are you talking to yourself?" Romano asked glaring at the albino.

Prussia looked up from his paper and gave Romano a weird look. "What are you talking about I didn't say anything."

Canada didn't notice the two nation having a conversation while they looked straight through him, so he continued to complain. "I'm Canada eh, why can't they remember that."

Romano pointed an accusing finger at Prussia. "See you did it again, you were just talking!" He yelled. Prussia frowned and rolled his eyes at Romano. "You're crazy," Prussia's eyes lit up with realization. "Oh! I get it you're probably still drunk, couldn't keep up with the awesome me last night." Romano glared at Prussia. "Shut the hell up bastard. Why the hell was I drinking with you anyways?"

Prussia shrugged his shoulders and looked at Romano a little more seriously. "Hey do you remember who the other person we went drinking with was?" Prussia asked leaning forward slightly, still unaware of the Canadian sitting right in front of him.

America continued to go on about his global warming plan. "-It's totally cool and it's definitely going to work, plus that guy Canadia is going to pay for the whole thing!" America said enthusiastically while pumping his fist in the air.

"That hoser!" Canada said in normal volume for most people. Romano and Prussia both stared at the Canadian with wide eyes.

"When the hell did you get here?" Romano yelled.

"Who are you?" Prussia asked.

Canada sighed, and looked up at the two nations. "I'm Canada." He whispered softly. Romano could barely hear him and was about to ask him again when Prussia suddenly started talking.

"Canada….Canada! You're the guy we went drinking with last night!" Prussia exclaimed, all the memories of his night at the bar coming back to him.

Flashback

Prussia walked into the bar upset, his little bruder had just ditched a night of drinking with him to hang out with that hyperactive little Italian. "His lost, I'm too awesome for him anyways." Prussia said, before plopping down at a barstool and ordering a beer.

Prussia noticed a beer sitting on the counter in front of him and he wondered why someone would leave a perfectly good beer sitting there. He contemplated the fact that he may have stolen someone's seat, but brushed it off as unimportant.

When Gilbert's beer finally did arrive, he began to hear noises coming from somewhere.

"Maple…get off."

Prussia turned around, and looked in both directions. "Who said that?" He asked receiving strange looks from the bar tender.

"…Me." Prussia was sure he could hear someone whispering, but there was no one there; the bar was virtually empty, so who was talking to him?

"Y-you're sitting on me…" Prussia managed to make out what the little voice was saying and stood up, glaring at his chair. He was shocked to see a blond boy with wavy hair similar to France's sitting in the seat he was just occupying.

"Who the hell are you?" Prussia asked.

The blond took a deep breath and looked at Prussia over the rims of his glasses. "I'm Canada eh." Prussia stared at Canada for a minute before shrugging his shoulders and sitting in the seat next to the Canadian. Having a drinking buddy was better than no drinking buddy.

"Nice to meet you I'm the awesome Prussia!" The albino said enthusiastically. Canada smiled at Prussia, and casually sipped his beer, now that he could reach it.

"So what are you doing here?" Prussia asked, downing half of his mug of beer in one go.

Matthew sighed and looked down. "I was supposed to meet my brother, but I don't think he's going to show up." Prussia reached out and patted Canada on the shoulder. "I know how you feel, my brother ditched me too."

"Oui-" Canada was cut off by the sound of the bar door slamming open. Standing in the doorway was a very angry Romano, who glared at Prussia.

"This is all your stupid fratello's fault! I hate you stupid potato bastards!" Romano yelled before charging at Prussia. Prussia held up his hands in a defensive position, but Romano tripped before he even made it all the way to the albino.

Canada immediately jumped up and went to check on the Italian. "Are you okay?" He asked helping Romano sit up.

Romano rubbed a red spot on his head and groaned. "Damn that hurt…I'm fine." Romano gently prodded the sore spot on his head. It was definitely going to hurt later.

Romano slowly stood up and glared at Prussia. "I fucking hate you and you're damn fratello." Romano said venomously.

"What did I do?" Prussia asked genuinely confused.

"You're macho potato eating fratello stole my fratello!" Romano collapsed into the stool next to Canada and slammed his head on the table. "That fucking bastard ditched me to hang out with Germany." Romano groaned.

Canada sat down next to Romano, and smiled sympathetically at the Italian. "Looks like you can join the club; all three of us were ditched by our brothers." Canada stated.

"The awesome Prussia was not ditched! I was just left in favor of another person." Prussia said, crossing his arms and pouting.

Romano ignored the self-absorbed Prussian and looked at Canada. "You were ditched too?" Canada nodded. "It sucks doesn't it?" Canada nodded again and Prussia waved over the bartender ordering another round of beer for all three of them.

Romano immediately grabbed his beer and took a huge gulp of it. "Damn right it sucks!" He exclaimed a little too loudly. Prussia slammed his already empty mug on the table agreeing with Romano. "Ja our bruders are assholes!"

Canada winced when they started yelling, but quietly agreed with the other two. "Oui, they are."

Romano leaned his head against Canada' s shoulder, the Italian already becoming drunk. "You're a nice guy Canada. We should be friends." The Italian nation said slowly.

Prussia sat up straight and grinned. "Ja we should all be friends…we could be an awesome trio." Prussia said his words slurring together only slightly.

Canada grinned and lifted up his mug of beer. "Let's make a pact to be friends and look out for each other when our brother's are assholes." The Canadian whispered before downing his entire glass of beer.

"Ja!"

"Si!"

"Another round of beer for me and mein awesome freunds." Prussia said to the bartender who was already regretting giving these guys any alcohol.

Flashback

Prussia's eyes lit up and he wrapped his hands around Canada. "You're mein awesome freund!" Prussia looked at Romano and smiled. "And you are too!"

Canada blushed and tried to push Prussia away, while Romano stared at the two in shock his memories slowly coming back.

"Oh yeah…but I was drunk when I agreed to be friends with the potato bastard number two." Romano complained.

Prussia smiled and pinched his cheeks. "Too bad Romano we all agreed to it." Romano rolled his eyes and looked away. "I don't have to be friends with you guys because of something I said while I was drunk!"

Canada tried to get their attention, but they were too busy arguing.

"Ja you do! We made a pact you can't go back!" Prussia yelled, his arms still wrapped around Canada.

"Um…Prussia…Romano…"

"Fuck you bastard! I'll do whatever the hell I want!" Romano yelled slamming his fist on the table.

"But you promised you can't just break a promise!" Prussia whined.

"I don't give a damn about a promise I made to you!" Romano said stubbornly crossing his arms.

"But you made the promise to Canada too." Prussia stated, gesturing to the Canadian in his grip.

Romano stared at Canada for a moment thinking things over. 'Well the quiet one doesn't seem so bad, and I wouldn't mind hanging out with him, but…'

Canada interrupted Romano's thoughts. "We all promised to have each other's backs. Don't you remember last night?" Canada asked, pouting slightly, thinking that Romano didn't want to hang out with him.

Romano frowned. 'I did promise the quiet bastard, and it would be mean if I left him alone with potato bastard number two.' Romano thought. "Fine! We can be friends, but only because I don't want you." Romano pointed at Prussia. "Doing something weird to Canada."

Prussia gasped in mock hurt. "How dare you accuse me of doing bad things to birdie." Canada blushed, and pushed Prussia's arm off his shoulder. "T-thanks Romano."

Romano rolled his eyes, though he really didn't mind being friends with these guys. "Cheh whatever, I'm only doing it because you look to weak to protect yourself against this perverts advances."

Prussia grinned, and crept up behind Romano. "Are you sure it's not because you secretly want to be my friend?" Prussia asked teasingly. Romano scowled and glared at Prussia. "Hell no bastard!"

Canada smiled nervously. 'Beggars can't be choosers I guess.' He thought while he watched his two new friends fight. The Canadian looked around the now empty room in shock. "Um you guys I think the meeting is over." Canada whispered, expecting them to not here him, but surprisingly Prussia did and he stopped fighting with Romano to confirm Canada's statement.

"Hm I guess you're right birdie. Let's go get an awesome lunch together!" Prussia exclaimed dragging Romano and Canada out of their seats, and pulling them to a near by café.

After the three had ordered their food, Prussia announced that he had something to announce. Romano rolled his eyes. "Get on with it bastard." Canada however being the meek little Canadian he is asked more politely. "What is it Prussia?"

"I think we should re-do our pact to always look out for each other and be awesome friends." Prussia declared.

"Why?" Romano asked with his eyebrows raised.

"Because, even though the pact we made last night counts, it was while we were drunk and we weren't really specific about it." Prussia exclaimed matter of factly.

"Oui I think Prussia is right." Canada said softly, Romano sighed and agreed as well, "Sure let's re-do our stupid friendship pact."

Prussia cheered and sat up straight and placed his hand on the bottle of beer he had ordered. "We have to swear on our favorite food or drink to make this official."

Canada took a bottle of maple syrup out of his pocket, and Romano pulled a tomato from…somewhere.

"I the awesome Prussia do solemnly swear to stick with my two new awesome friends, Canada and Romano, through whatever. No matter what happens I will always have their back, and protect or help them when they are in need! They are my new friends and I promise to never go back on this pact." Prussia exclaimed, then took a sip of his beer, and passed it around the table to his friends. "You guys have to drink from the beer that I swore our friendship on."

Canada took a small sip before passing the bottle to Romano, who complained about potato germs before drinking the beer.

"I the quiet Canada do solemnly swear to stick with my two new friends, Prussia and Romano, through whatever, No matter what happens I will always have their back, and protect or help them when they are in need! They are my new friends and I promise to never go back on this pact." Canada whispered, drinking a large amount of his maple syrup before passing it on to Romano.

The Italian stared at the bottle curiously for a few moments before following Canada's example and drinking a large amount of the sweet syrup. Prussia drunk the maple syrup with no hesitation, and passed a nearly empty bottle back to the slightly disappointed Canadian. 'I didn't want them to drink all of it!'

Romano sighed and placed his hand on his tomato. "I the angry Romano do solemnly swear to stick with my two new friends, Canada and Prussia, through whatever. No matter what happens, I will always have their back, and protect or help them when they are in need. They are my new friends and I promise to never go back on this pact." Romano said before taking a bite of his tomato and passing it around the table.

A/N: I really like these guys together as friend, three of my favorite characters! Let me know what you think of The Maple Beer Tomato Pact.