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*England's POV*

I woke up at the sound of my annoying alarm clock. I was wearing a dirty white shirt and my old underpants as my feet were apart and I was lying on the floor.

I don't remember a thing that happened yesterday. My liver feels numb and my spine's starting to ache. I feel horrible.

Then someone began knocking on my door, shrieking annoyingly, "ARTHUR OPEN THE DOOR!!"

I rubbed my eyes forcefully and opened the door, it was my perv friend, Francis.

"What do you want? I'm in the middle of remembering something."

Francis hissed disappointingly when he saw my clothes scattered on the floor and my bedroom looking like damn.

"I can help you refresh your memory." His eyes shrunk to his confusing tone. He entered the room with a stern order,

"Sit on the bed."

I raised my giant eyebrow with a confused look, "Are you gonna do something inappropriate?"

He shook his head, "Nope. But you sure did."

I raised my eyebrow once more, sitting on the bed as he told me, "What are you saying?"

"Alfred made a huge mistake of challenging you to drink three buckets of tequila. You were drunk off your ass that night. Then the president of the United States came for a celebration for something. And...you got him drunk. Now you're wanted for doing so."

He showed me a newspaper with a picture of me tugging the president and looking as drunk as hell. I groaned disappointingly while rubbing my forehead.

"Where's Alfred now?"

"He's supposed to be imprisoned for two weeks. Don't worry, I got Ludwig to bail him out. He'll be just fine."

I stood up and wore my shirt and pants, getting ready to take off. I slowly walked past him with a few words flying out of my mouth.

"I'm fixing this problem the same way I caused it."

I kept walking without looking back. I was heading to the place where I go to whenever I'm stressed or upset.

First, I buy a few cigarettes to smoke. Then, I'm going to the bar like usual. I'll just use my real name "Arthur Kirkland" since they see me as "England" anyways.

*Rico's POV*

I was gently polishing my gun during my lunch break. I never really ate during this time because I usually have more important things to do.

Then, while I was cleaning my shoes, Anka Rheinberger entered the room,

"Brzenska, Commanding officer Pixis would like to have a word with you."

I put my shoes back on and slowly stood from my chair, replying to Anka's instructions,

"Alright. Make sure none of the new recruits bail out while I'm gone. I'm giving those five a gun inspection by 6:00pm."

She widened her eyebrows and gave a quick nod, "Yes...ma'am..."

I rushed to the Commander's office and bursts through the door. Saluting after,

"What is it you need, sir?"

Pixis took a long sip from his wine before his reply,

"I hear Kitts Woerman has some complaints about you."

I raised my unusually big eyebrow, "I'm sorry, sir. I haven't heard any complaints coming from me."

"Well...he's getting pretty bothered the fact his troops never obey him, instead they decide to obey you."

I know I was gonna be stupid for asking this question in front of the commanding officer,

"Is that all sir? Because I have a gun inspection to get to in three hours."

He chuckled slightly while drinking more wine, "Some attitude you have there, Ms. Brzenska."

"I apologize, sir. I'm really in a hurry right now-"

"Kitts also complains of the sass your giving him lately. You also sassed Balto once by calling him Bob."

I chuckled slightly, stopping quickly, "sir I'm gonna be late-"

"I had Anka Rheinberger to take care of that. I have a better mission in store for you."

He gave me a newspaper and pointed to some guy getting drunk of his ass with one of the most powerful guys in the world, the USA president.

"What is this guys doing with his life?" I asked disappointingly.

Pixis began explaining,

"This large-eyebrowed man has the country name, "England". No one has ever knew his real name. His identity isn't revealed due to his weird attire that night.

He got the president drunk and is wanted for that. We imprisoned his friend, Alfred, the man who got him drunk in the first place. We need you to track her down."

I gave him a salute,

"Sir. But where do I find him first?"

"The most common place to find him is at the bar."

~~~at the bar...~~~

My grasped my hands infuriatingly, why the hell am I at the bar? I have much more important doings to do out there and they want me to head to a bar as if they're ordering me to get drunk off my ass.

My mind slowly cleared up to a British voice beside me, "who're you, lady?"

I turned around to see a blonde British man covering his eyes with a hat and wearing home clothes.

"Rico Brzenska, assistant head of the Garrison regiment. Tracking down a British idiot with the name, "England." "

I could see him sternly gulping nervously, "I'm Arthur Kirkland. One question, why track him down at a bar?"

"Because...this is where the man got drunk. My senses detect whenever men are wanted for getting drunk, they get drunk again cause they think that's how to solve their problem of getting drunk."

He chuckled softly, "Smart girl..." He hailed a waiter and commanded, "Get me another beer...and get this lady two bottles of your finest liquor."

The waiter nodded and tossed the three bottles, which he immediately caught. I hissed desperately while grabbing the two liquor bottles,

"Why do you think I need a drink? I'm on duty. I can't get out this bar drunk without any traces of England."

He had a devilish smirk on his face, "Just take a drink and have a longer conversation with me and you'll find out."

I shrugged and opened the bottle cap, "Fine. But keep the other bottle, I'm only getting one."

~~~a few minutes later~~~

*England's POV*

"What're you saying?"

"I'm saying you can't hang chicken feathers on a wall the same way you do to a dog skin or a bear skin. Because it looks hideous."

"Is there any way to make it look better?"

"I have no idea anymore. Now pass me another bottle of that liquor."

I sighed as passed Rico her 5th liquor bottle. She grabbed it and began gulping it loudly, "Thanks, Arthur. It feels great being drunk."

He smirked once more, "You know what's the other fun thing of getting drunk?"

I raised my thick eyebrow, "What?"

He took the back of my collar and pressed my lips against his. I closed my eyes. And when I opened them, he removed his hat, revealing his surprising identity.

I widened my eyes and pushed him away, firing the smoke gun signaling the rest of the regiment.

Ian and Mitabi arrested him and brought him to Pixis's office. Kitts walked up to me, giving me a hopeless smile,

"You finally did something acceptable."

He walked away after saying those words. Then commanding officer Pixis passed by and congratulated me and left.

I turned around to see Arthur entering the car, looking at me and giving a smile. I smiled back and rubbed my cheek, telling myself,

"He'll be back...after his jail break."