Lunch between frenemies~ (Finished~)

A silly, sloppy drunk. He was waving like a moron to everyone they saw on the street. 'Please please please let me live through this embarrassment.' he thought. If this is how he was after a celebration how was he at Matthew's birthday party? At his own? Oh dear, the Caribbean nation could only imagine.

"We're going to a dance hall. They're should be plenty of people there who'd love to meet you. But no more drinking. You've had enough."

Alfred giggled and clung onto Carlos a little tighter, staring up at the man with a childish, lopsided grin. It was so lively and pretty on these streets, he thought. And all the people, they looked to friendly and nice! Every single one of them looked like a new potential friend, each he would happily trust with his life right now. He waved at each and everyone, no matter how creepy they may have looked to him when sober.

“Yaaaay~! Dance haaaaaaaall~! With loooots of frieeeeeends~!” Alfred hiccupped a few times before giggling at himself, almost tripping on his feet as he did so. “Awwww....no drink at aaaaaaaaaall?”

Oh dear, he was gripping tighter. It was becoming harder for him to walk with this weight on him, this silly, sloppy, irregular weight. The childish waving was annoying as well. Why must he do such a thing? It was embarrassing.

"Yes, Dance Hall. We shall have a good time and meet some people." he explained simply. "And no, nothing for you,just water. You are not at your best. Drinking more would only impair your dancing. And I would hate to show you up." he teased.

“Awwwww....whhhhyyyy noooot? Waaaater isn’ very niiiiiiice....Can I haaaave juice insteeeead~?” Juice was much nicer than just plain silly water, it tasted so nice and...juicy! Alfred giggled as he suddenly thought of a bunch of fruits, dancing together in a dance hall, drinking human flavoured juice! It seemed really funny in his head, at least.

“But fiiiiine...no al...alc...alcoma...alcomh....noooo stuff that makes you druuunk~! And, aaaand, I’ll still dance aweeeesomely~!” In his mind he saw himself dancing awesomely, maybe even winning a medal for his really good dancing! Ah, this was going to be a lot of fun~!

"Water is the essence of life. It will make you feel better. Juice may upset your stomach." Carlos shuddered at the thought. He did not want to hold Alfred's glasses if he were to get sick. Oh no. No, no ,no.

"Si, no more alcohol. And I doubt you can out do me in your state. I am helping you stand idiota." He continued as they walked. Soon enough they stopped at a large building, people milling about dressed in everything from cocktail dresses to sweatsuits. "Here we are, El Bonita Dance hall."

Alfred pouted hard when Carlos denied him his right to drink juice. That wasn’t cool! Juice was totally awesome and perfectly harmless! He stared up at the Cuban, sending him a failing glare. “B-Bu’ juice is goooood! I...It won’t hur’ meeee! Pleeeeeease, Carlos?” He sent him a pitiful look, trying to sway him over to his side.

Soon though, his argumaent about the juice was forgotten when he noticed that they had arrived at the dance hall, a bright, sloppy smile appearing on his face as he started tugging Carlos towards the building. “Weee’re heeeereee~!”

"No Alfredo. Juice may upset your stomach. You don't want to get sick while in the presence of las chicas." he replied a hint of stern discipline in his voice. "So again the answer is no. Water for you."

As they approached the hall, he saw the smile again. "Oh dear" he muttered feeling the tug on his sleeve. He was dragging him inside. Once inside he saw the band playing and people dancing. The music was lively and inviting. Already Carlos felt his apprehension and annoyance filtering away. Still, he had to keep an eye on his guest in this state.

"Let us dance Alfredo." he said to the intoxicated fellow.

Alfred just waved a hand at Carlos as he said something again about the juice, no longer caring about it as he looked around the room, a wide smile lighting up his face as he looked around the room excitedly, entranced by the wonder of it all. “W...Wow....”

Carlos had founded a really good place here, Alfred thought, letting go of the other’s arm as tried to take in all his surroundings, from the music, to the people, to the room and all its furnishings itself. It looked like a wonderful place. “Waah... Carlooos... this place... it looks sooo... amaziiiiing~!”

He nodded briskly as his partner for the night suggested that they dance, briefly wondering if he could dance like the other people could here, only barely knowing how to waltz and having a great skill at dancing in night clubs himself, before the alcohol started talking again, telling him that he’d dance most awesomely.

“Right~ Caaarlooos~!”

He was acting like a child. A silly spoiled child. He had to take a breath to reign in his growing annoyance. A small prick of pride filled his heart when he saw the marvel on America's face. Even drunk you could feel the love of the dance and music here.

People just enjoying the time they had together in this place. Bodies moving to the beat, drinks poured, music being played. It was perfect.

When he agreed to dance, Carlos smiled. Finally. "Thank you. I do like coming here once in a while, the vibe is very fun." He broke away for a moment and started to dance. A simple move with the hips and his feet.
"Come on Alfredo, lets see what you can do." he smirked.

Alfred stared around the room, feeling less and less hyper by the moment, the few drinks he’d had before affecting him less and less as he started to sober up.

He held his head, finally being able to see things clearly as the room stopped spinning. Where was he again? This didn’t look like anywhere he knew. A few moments of thinking and he finally remembered. Ah, he was in Cuba, visiting Carlos. They had had lunch, then gone for a walk, seen a game and he’d gotten drunk. And now they must be here to go dancing~!

A large grinned crept onto his face as he pulled off his jacket, tying it around his waist. He turned to Carlos, looking up at him with a bright smile. “Okay, Carlos~ I can totally dance with the best of them~”

As he listened to the beat he started to move his hips along with the music, letting the rhythm flow through his body. With music like this, he had skill with dancing. Maybe he couldn’t ballroom dance, and stuff like disco and break-dancing he just looked silly doing. But when it came to moving his hips to the beat he had no problems.

He was dancing pretty well for an American. "Excellente!" he remarked. He watched as he tied his jacket and started to dance. He smiled back and moved further onto the floor.

The music was hot. The ladies took notice of the two nations and watched them. Carlos could not disappoint. He loved this. He loved being with his people in the thick of it. This was his pride, this was where his heart resided. With the people, the warmth, the love, even the contempt of some. He cherished every instance.

He danced to the beat next to Alfred. He has to be sobering up if he was keeping up with him. Good, now to get this night going.

Alfred grinned as Carlos commented positively on his dancing, feeling slightly proud of the fact that he had talent in this area. Maybe this kind of dancing was the only one that he could do well, without looking incredibly awkward or stupid but that didn’t bother him. This was funner than the other dancing types anyway. You got to move your body to an awesome beat, the eyes of the entire room on you. It was... invigorating!

As he noticed people were beginning to watch them he decided it was time to step things up. Though these simple movements were fun with his mind now totally clear he could start to do something a little more impressive.

With that thought he took a deep breath, before bringing a sensual passion into his dancing, wanting to put on a good show for the growing crowd.

That passion, that skill. It was like he he'd been training for this. It was on now, a true challenge. Carlos couldn't wait to really see what this American could do. The music changed with his dancing. It became more refined and soulful, the crowd responded in kind. They stared and watched some while dancing themselves to the two gentlemen showing their stuff on the floor.

And what a show. Carlos, not wanting to be out done, spun and danced to this new beat, turning his heels and moving his hips. He smirked to the ladies in the crowd and it only boosted his confidence when they smiled back. He could do this.

Soon, the music had taken full control of his body and mind, flowing through every part of him and seeping right through to his soul. He no longer even had to think of what move to make next or how he should move according to the rhythm. His body just seemed to know just what he had to do, responding to each and every beat with a sultry and sensual action. A confident smile appeared on his face as he continued to dance, knowing full well that everyone’s eyes were on them.

He briefly looked over at Carlos and was impressed by what he saw. The Cuban seemed to have an amazing sense of rhythm too, dancing flawlessly to the music as well. Alfred couldn’t have asked for anyone better to go dancing with, skill wise, that was.

Another song played. It was a little slower and longed to be shared. He stepped up to one of the ladies in the crowd and offered her his hand. She took it feverishly and he spun her then led her in the dance. He loved dancing with a partner, feeding off each others energy, the heat of the chemistry between them. It was like a drug.

The crowd loved it. They cheered him on, the other women in the hall wanting to take a turn with him. He smiled at them and continued on. He loved this night, it was becoming fantastic.

Alfred noticed as the music changed to something a little slower. It was the kind of song that one would share with another. He noticed as he looked to the side that Carlos had walked over to one of the ladies from the crowd, offering his hand out as she gladly accepted it. Ah, so they were dancing with partners now?

Though when it came to dancing he hadn’t danced with a partner in a while. When he’d gone clubbing before he’d had many dancing companions, but that had been before he was taken. Since then he’d just danced alone or with friends. But it couldn’t hurt to have a dance partner for just tonight, could it?

He decided that it would be fine; after all, it was just dancing and scanned the crowd for someone to accompany him for this song. His eyes landed on a young man of perhaps twenty. He was a little taller than him, with unruly locks of hair draping down to his neck and soul piercing eyes. Alfred remembered him from when he’d first walked in, having been the person to have been the centre of attention before Carlos and himself had walked in. He was a great dancer from what he had seen.

With a bright and dazzling smile he offered his own hand out to him, with the other gladly accepting it, before he came over and joined Alfred in the dance.

Within a few minutes they were perfectly in sync with each other, moving to the beat together like they had been dancing with one another for years. And Alfred couldn’t be happier. Tonight was turning out to be pretty damn amazing.

Carlos wasn't too surprised to see Alfred choose a man to dance with. He was involved with Arthur so it wasn't too hard to believe. He recognized that man, they swam in the same circles, frequented the same dance clubs. He was talented he had to give him that.

His partner was superb, she knew his every movement. She kept intime with his every step. She moved closer, her sweet perfume filling his nostrils. He loved moments like this. Moments of pure passion, even knowing that it would fade as soon as the last note was played thrilled him. Moments like these kept him alive,kept him going.

The song soon ended, his partner smiling and whispering something sweet into his ear. He couldn't help but grin. Sighing, he looked for Alfredo then went to the bar where he ordered a club soda with lime. He sipped it, letting the bubbles tickle his nose. He turned to face the dancing crowd and smiled again. His people, their passion, his pride.

Alfred continued to dance with the talented young man until the song was done, smiling up at him brightly after they’d performed the final step. He pulled his dance partner into a tight hug as a way of saying goodbye, before pulling back and leaving the dance floor, giving him a small wave as he went to sit with Carlos at the bar.

He ordered a simple cola with lemon, dropping himself down next to Carlos as he took the drink, taking a long and refreshing sip. “Ahh... that really hits the spot~” Alfred smiled up at the Cuban as he took notice of how proud he looked, staring back at his people dancing. He really took a lot of pride in his nation and people.

And honestly, Alfred loved to him filled with so much pride. It reminded him that Carlos really was a good person and just a nation like him, filled to the brim with pride for his country and all those who lived there.

Carlos grunted in reply and lifted his drink. Alfred was not such a bad person after all. Not that he was ready to admit that out loud......yet anyway. He would have to ask to spend a day like this with Alfred in his place. He wanted to see what America truly had to offer, maybe even play a decent game of baseball.

"So Alfredo....have you had a good day?" he asked calmly, letting the memories of the day linger in his mind. It brought a smile to his face. A smile he wasn't afraid to show Alfred. He sighed and looked the other nation straight in the face. "Thank you for today. Its been great."

Alfred grinned as he took a few sips of his cola, leaning against the counter of the bar. Today had been wonderful, but he knew that very soon he would have to be returning home. After all, he had some very important things to do tonight and pets that needed feeding. Tony always got bitchy... well, even bitchier than usual at least, when he didn’t get his pickle and ice cream sandwiches.

“Ah~ I’ve had a great day~ You sure know how to show a guy a good day, Carlos~ “ He said, a sunny smile lighting up his face. He wasn’t lying, it really had been great!

He was surprised to see the other turn to him with, was that a smile? It was. A real smile and it seemed to be directed at him. Well... that was something new. “You’re welcome~ I have to thank you too, today was wonderful.”

With a final sip he finished his coke, putting the glass down on the counter. “I really should be home now though... it’s getting really late.” Alfred turned to Carlos, throwing one final hug on him before pulling back, still smiling up at him. “I’ll see you around, okay?”

He took a few more sips of his soda water and sighed. It was getting late, still the larger nation could feel the energy feeding him, making him happy, making him wanting to join them again.

"Ah, thank you Alfredo, please come back anytime, my door is always open to you." he replied setting his cup on the counter. He stood up and nodded. It really was getting late. "Ah, I see, let me walk you out"

He shuddered at the hug before accepting it fully. "Do come again, and next time we can bring Matthew along neh?"

“Don’t worry, I can walk out myself~ But thank you for offering~” Alfred grinned up at the other, glad that he accepted the hug. He’d been a little afraid that the other might have wanted to throw him off or hit him for that but those fears seemed silly now.

As he readjusted his clothing, making sure he didn’t look too scrappy he gave Carlos one last warm smile, before turning to leave. When at the door way he stopped for a moment, turning his head around.

“Of course~! It would be fun for all three of us to hang out~ And Mattie will be real happy to know we aren’t fighting anymore~!” Alfred then turned his head back, walking out of the dance hall, giving the other a friendly wave. “Good bye, my friend”

Alfred walked home that night with a large smile on his face, plans of inviting Carlos over to his place invading his mind. Maybe he really should bring the other over to his place....