Preußen (♀)

It sure is, come on in sweetheart.

[Jack's not being the most free with his stash of alcohol, but this chick seems to have a mighty need. And who is he to ignore a lady in distress? Besides, Newt's not really a drinker. Not like Jack.]

[He steps aside for Prussia, mentally kicking himself for not tucking his framed photo of Angel back in his trunk. Oh well, too late now. It's sitting next to his pallet.]

Sorry there's not more selection, but...ya know. Booze is booze at this point!

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[Newt isn't sure that alcohol is really going to help anyone here, but it's not like he's amazing at self care, so he's not here to judge. Prussia deserves to mourn however she feels like mourning. Besides, it might be nice to forget about all this crap for a night. Surely that won't hurt them in the long run...]

Hey Prussia. [Newt's sitting on his bed, fiddling with his mp3 player even though the batteries are dead. It's just nice to have something to do with his hands.]

The Chiefs hooked you up with some serious stuff, though.

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[Is anyone truly a drinker like Jack tho....

She notices the picture and the mp3 player as she crosses the hut and sits down next to Newt. He's her citizen (sort of); it doesn't even occur to her to ask where she should sit. Lucky... him.....

Her little bird had been sleeping on her head until Prussia sits down, sleepily hopping over to perch on Newt's shoulder.]

I'd even take Russian shit right now. Couple shots, then I'll get out of your way.

[She still carrying her sword, of course, setting it down on the bed beside her. On the other side of her from Newt, at least, not between them.]

Danke, Jack. You're a good guy.

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It's more like 'shot sized pulls directly from the bottle'. They just gave me booze, no glasses or anything. But whatever, who gives a shit about germs at this point?

And Newt's right, we did get some potent booze. 'Cause I made sure to ask for potent booze in big bottles. I wasn't gonna let them stick me with friggin mini-bar sized shit...

[He's pawing through his trunk for the absinthe. He's pretty sure that's the strongest stuff, and Prussia could use something strong. Or so he assumes.]

Aha!

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[Newt doesn't mind. He gives the bird a little pat when it flits over. He keeps forgetting that she has it.]

It's not like we're busy. Stay as long as you like.

[And then Jack unearths the absinthe. Newt grimaces a little.] Forget that. Give me the rum. You could've picked better alcohol, dude.

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[Prussia always forgets about the bird so they're in the same boat. Usually its hidden in her hair anyway (gross??)

She brightens at seeing the absinthe and actually laughs, a short kesesese of amusement.]

Last time I had that, I woke up in Paris with my ass-

[Well. Maybe that's not a story to tell today. She's supposed to be sad?]

France would probably pitch a fit if I had this without sugar and water and all that fancy shit. That kind of makes it better to have it without, ja? No way any germs would survive, anyway.

[She holds out a hand. Give, please.]

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I didn't pick the booze! Literally three people gave an actual answer when I asked what everybody wanted, I had to give three types, that's how it worked. I would've gone for way different stuff, trust me.

[He tosses the rum over to Newt and passes the absinthe to Prussia.]

Yeah, it kinda tastes like radioactive piss plain, but...gets the job done! And not too many people actually want any of it. Gotta say, kinda want to hear more about what happened to your ass in Paris...

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You were the one in charge! Why'd you have to use your power for evil?

[Newt catches the rum and turns it over in his hands for a moment before taking a drink. Okay, yep, they're gonna die tonight. Eugh. Admittedly, though, could be worse.

and omfg jACK......]

Dude. Come on. [like okay newt is curious too but at least wait until they're a few shots deep???]

Sorry about him, Prussia.

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Look, if it was up to me, we'd have gotten three bottles of good German stuff, but I don't think I could be convinced to share it.

[She says that, but she would at least share it with Newt and Erhard... probably Jack too as repayment for the current booze, which she just lifts to her lips and takes a quick pull from. Her whole face immediately screws up in distaste, and she looks like she wants to spit it out because it really isn't meant to be drank straight by itself, but she swallows anyway and takes another pull. And a third before passing it back to Jack.]

Mein Gott, it really does taste like piss... [She waves off Newt's apology and concern, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she thinks back.]

Anyway, I'd love to tell you the story, but I don't remember any of it! I think it was back when one of my bosses sent me to France to spy on their outfits... No, must have been later, right before me and West united. Anyway, all I remember is me and France went out, then I woke up the next morning naked on some apartment balcony, hands tied to the rail, ass right out where anybody could see it! She wouldn't tell me what happened, either!

[Warum.emote]

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I honestly didn't realize I would be Grand Booze Poobah and in the interests of not getting murdered, I took requests.

[They have booze, don't they? Geeze! He's even sharing it! He doesn't have to.]

Right? It's disgusting! [But Jack takes the bottle and a hearty swig. Oh shit. Oh that burns and it tastes like acid gasoline.]

[That's okay, though, because he's glad he asked. That's a good story. Or...sort of story. It's a nice thing to think about, a couple of chicks and balcony bondage.]

...Any fashion espionage mission that ends up in kinky sex games is a good one in my book! Sucks you can't remember it, that sounds like a hell of a fun night! Ahhhh...I miss fun nights.

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So take some requests. Not exclusively requests. [Now they have to suffer and it's your fault, Jack.

...That is quite a story, though.] Were you, like, okay? France sounds kind of mean.

[Herr Buzzkill is on the case, sorry.

Wait, though. Newt frowns.] Fashion espionage? What?

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We get out of here? You're invited to Berlin, too. I'll extend my awesome invitation to you, too!

[She points at Jack and winks. So what if he's from space, it's Hetalia. They can find a way.

The absinthe is in Jack's hands, so she just reaches to try to take the rum from Newt to take another drink. She just wants to get as drunk as quickly as she can with the least amount of effort.]

Nah, France is okay. She's... she's really fancy-looking, but there's nobody faster to try to strip everyone's clothes off just for fun. We fought a lot over the years, but we're good friends. Me, her, and Spain would go out and fuck shit up, kesesese...

[She waves a hand.]

Nein, nein, like I said, the fashion spying was earlier. Absinthe was really popular with France in uhh... might've been 1850? 1860? Somewhere around there. Spying on her fashion was back when I first became a kingdom in 1701! Around then. My boss said looking wild like a little bird wasn't cool enough, so he sent me to France to see what she was doing. Russia was there too...

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Uh, this France chick sounds awesome! I want a fancy lady to strip off my clothes... hallucinatory almost-sex doesn't count.

Has anybody else noticed it's like all kids around here? Sucks for so many reasons.

[The options suck, as far as having that kind of fun. He takes another drink and sets the absinthe down where Prussia can easily reach it. Yeah, it's hitting pretty nicely already.]

Also, I don't think 'Berlin' exists where I'm from, sweetheart, but thanks. If that's an Earth place, I'm from like...way, way after Earth's long gone.

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Oh, you meant... literal outfits. [???] Why'd you need to spy for that?

[He takes another swig of rum before passing it off to Prussia. He is maybe the tiniest bit concerned that she is pounding the liquor a little too hard, but she's a grown woman (country???) and he's not about to police her.]

...It does suck, yeah, for a lot of reasons besides hallucination sex. [dude wtf???]

This jerk got to hallucinate his girlfriend dirty-talking him while the rest of us were busy fending off aliens and stuff. [He says this to Prussia, of course. Gonna talk about you like you're not here, Jack!!]

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[She turns the rum over in her hands, smiling a little.]

You need to remember this was the 1700s, Newt. Couldn't Google it!! You wanted to know what another country was doing, you had to fuckin'... go there yourself. France was hot shit back then; every kingdom who wanted to be somebody had to act like her. Even had to speak her stupid language. Va te faire foutre!!

[Her French 'kiss my ass' has a definitely German accent to it, but it's passable. If either of the old men in this hut can understand French, that is.

She takes a quick drink from that before passing it back. Yeah, that should be enough. Just need to wait for it to kick in now as she leans back on her hands. She wants to pursue that Earth's gone bit, because, uh, hello?? That's literally her entire life?? But gets distracted easily by hallucinatory sex.]

Wirklich? You're kidding, kesesese!! I got to talk to Old Man Fritz and Old Man von Salza, but you won out, Jack!!

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Hey, she's not my girlfriend, and there was...other stuff, too. Not fun stuff. But yeah, some of it was dirty and fun. What can I say, I'm a man of needs.

[Jack shrugs and spreads his hands. He's a ridiculously good looking single guy in the prime of his life, he has needs. That aren't being met on Moron Murder Island.]

And fashion's serious business, stealing designs is stupid lucrative. Do you have any idea what I pay for high fashion items? More than a lot of people pay for their houses. It's a big deal, among the wealthy.

[Says the man who most often wears a patched and stitched old company shirt. But it's been with him since he first joined Hyperion in his early 20s. It's special. He's attached to it.]

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[Newt is still unclear on why fashion was worth spying over, but okay??? He's technically kind of in the military, but he so doesn't understand strategy stuff like that. Maybe it was worth it, who knows.

And he laughs at the "kiss my ass," which he has just enough French to understand. He agrees--what a dumb language.]

Both of you made out better than me. I got Kaiju. Heard 'em knocking around outside the hut all night. Hiro was saying how it was weird that I got Kaiju while most other people got to talk to people from home. Not everyone, but most.

[He takes another drink, not sure if he's jealous or not.]

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