"That won't work..." He mumbled, slamming his head down on the table.
"Dude, China. What's your deal?" America had stopped talking (a miracle!), and looked down at the pitiful Chinese man.
"Aiyah.." He muttered, refusing to look up.
"What you need is a drink." The American came around and gave him a hard pat on the back, causing China to look up and glare at the young man. "I was just tellin' British Dude-"
"Don't you dare call me that!" England's gruff voice interrupted, but America ignored him and continued.
"-that we should go drinking sometime." Bright blue eyes met tired amber ones.
Maybe I should...It's been a while since