Another drink disappears down Prussia’s throat, and England blinks blearily at him. The heavily fuzzed eyebrows draw together with some
effort, and Prussia pays no mind to it.
“Don’t’cha…. Don’t’cha think ye’ve… you’ve… had enough yet?” he slurs at Prussia who slams the beer glass onto the bar. The ring left on the counter earns a disapproving
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