Wreaking Havoc (I need my bad friends~)

[nyo]

Sky city was a lot more interesting when one knew their way around. Sure, wandering aimlessly around the city was had its charms, but things were much easier when one knew where they were headed.

They'd docked several hours before, stopping to take a much needed respite after several months of none stop sailing- something Francis found himself quite glad of.

Pulling into port he'd thought he caught site of a particularly familiar ship, but by the time they'd gotten close enough to get a look it had been deserted; flags and sails down, crew having gone about their business in the town.

Fortunately the french man had a good idea of where he would find the person he was looking for. Which was why he was currently making his way towards one of sky cities seedier bars.

[Spain]

Antonio was following behind the Frenchman, humming jovially. This was almost a tradition with their greatest ally, a Captain Gilbert Beilschmidt; the three of them getting together and having "business talk."

Okay, so maybe "business talk" was what he told the rest of his crew. It was more like a wild party. But minor details were minor details, that much was true. A grin crossed his face at the thought; the spring in his step was noticeable as he walked around with the man who had become his very best friend. "Aaah~I can't wait to get there~!"

[Preußen]

Gilbert tapped his boot against the solid wood of the bar as he sat on his stool, mug of beer in his hand as he waited none-to-patiently for his "business partners" to arrive. Business partners? Really, who did they think they were kidding? Everyone knew that as soon as the three pirates go together, havoc - the kind that couldn't be undone, repaired, or made up for in any way - was going to be wreaked upon whatever city was unfortunate enough to house all three of them at once.

And so Gilbert waited; a bottle of wine sitting to his left, and a tray of tomatoes to his right. The bartender looked at him worriedly, obviously more concerned for his bar and the other patrons than he was for Gilbert, but the Prussian didn't seem to notice the nervous glances he kept receiving.

He finished his first mug of beer quickly and after ordering another, turned toward the door, foot tapping against his stool quickly with his impatience.

"C'mon, I know I saw his ship out there...where the hell are they?"

[nyo]

"All the more reason to hurry then, oui?" Francis commented, grabbing the ships captain and pushing him forward. It was a win-win situation, Antonio moved faster, he got to watch the others ass and they were less likely to have to deal with annoyed germans (Gilbert would be impossible to deal with if he waited much longer).

It wasn't long before he caught site of what they were looking for. Entering the building, it wasn't difficult to spot their ally. He waved at the the last member of their group to get his attention, he made quick work of navigating his way through the crowded room. The blonde grinned, throwing a arm over the others shoulder as he slid into the seat next to him. "you weren't waiting long were you~?"

[Spain]

Spotting the platinum haired German, Antonio beamed as the usually lazy lope he walked with sped up. Laughing and wrapping his other arm around Gilbert's shoulders, just like France, he beamed. "¡Hola, Gilbert! Si, si, what Francía said! It took me a while to get out of bed, ahahaha~"

[Preußen]

Gilbert allowed a large grin to blossom on his face as two familiar arms slung around his shoulders, accompanied by the voices and faces of his two best friends.

"Nah, I wasn't waiting too long," he grinned at France as he slid into his seat and turned his attention to Antonio, who did in fact look like he had just rolled out of bed not too long before.

"You're such a faulpelz, Toni," he snorted with a laugh, patting the other on the back before grabbing at his second beer mug and taking a large gulp. "So how are things, meine freunde?"

Faulpelz = Lazybones, lazy bum, procrastinator
Meine freunde = my friends

[nyo]

Francis nodded in agreement with his friends statement."Yes, its quite a shame really, though I suppose that's why he has a crew in the first place, to force him to get things done." He chuckled, motioning to one of the people working in the bar to bring him a glass.

The girl huffed in annoyance-though whether it was because of the extra work he was making her do or because of the compliment he gave her chest he couldn't quite tell. Taking the mug, he poured him self a glass from the bottle of wine on the counter, sipping at it before replying to Gilbert's question. "As good as it ever is I suppose"

[Spain]

'Great! I've gotten so many new members of my crew, it's amazing!" Antonio chirped, asking the bartender politely for a glass of sherry. Turning to his two best friends, the Spaniard wiggled into a seat between them, exeuberant as ever. "You should meet them! Especially Lovi! He's cute and smart and the best assistant, buhyooh~"

[Preußen]

Gilbert snorted into his beer as Antonio prattled on about his assistant. He set the mug down and wiped at his nose, snickering as he eyed the Spaniard.

"Cute, smart, a good assistant, and probably really young, too," he rolled his eyes as he took another careful gulp of his beer. "I know your type, Toni. Always after the young ones."

He tipped his mug back and drained it, then slammed it on the counter to signal to the barkeep that he needed another. He snickered as a few of the other patrons jumped at the noise.

"I love doing that. Scares the shit out of 'em every time."

[nyo]

Francis chuckled, giving Antonio a dubious look. "re we talking about the same person? The Italian I know is angry and kinda Lazy-though I suppose he cold be cute if he stopped cursing for a bit ... mon Matthieu on the other hand..." He shook his head. "and you're right Gil, yet another young one~ I think you have a habit Toni~"

He twitched at the loud noise, mock glaring at Gilbert. "trying to set a record for getting us kicked out?"

[Spain]

Whatever jokes they were making about Antonio's choice in helpers zoomed right over Antonio's head as per always; he just laughed it off and took a sip from his glass, looking between his two best friends. When Gilbert slammed his mug, he laughed again, racously. "Ahh~well, we do have a record for that sort of thing! If we get kicked out, we could always find someplace to stay~"

[Preußen]

Gilbert shot Francis a sparkling grin at the Frenchman's question. Five minutes really would be a new record for them, but it wouldn't be any fun if they hadn't at least started in on the full game first. They had to at least hit on a few hot chicks before getting completely thrown out; those were the rules, after all.

"There are more than enough bars in this town. If we get kicked out of this one, we can just move on to a different one, right? That's our tradition," of course, he failed to remember that they had already been banned from quite a few of the bars in this particular area. That still left them a few to explore, however, and if all else failed, they could buy a bunch of liquor and go to one of the three's ships.

((The game I'm referring to is the one that Prussia, England, and Denmark play in chapter 6 of this fic. The game rules/details are as follows:

Section one: Alcohol. Somewhat of an endurance test; whoever can drink the most by the end of the night without vomiting or passing out wins. The catch is that you have to pace yourself, or else you might have problems with the other sections.
Section two: Fights. Try to cause as many arguments as you can without getting into a real fight yourself. If someone takes a swing at you, that one doesn't count. It's tricky, since you have to try not to be directly involved. In other words, you want to get other people to fight each other.
Section three: Women. Try to get as many phone numbers as possible, from as many women as possible. Bonus points if you swap spit with them, they touch you inappropriately, or they let you touch them inappropriately. If you can get one to have sex with you, you pretty much win the section automatically.
Section four: Banned. It's just what it sounds like - whoever gets the group kicked out wins, it's as easy as that. It doesn't matter how you do it, as long as it gets done. No one leaves unless the group is thrown out or the place closes. Bonus points if you get put on the permanent black-list and they refuse to ever let you back again.))

[nyo]

Francis downed what remained of his glass of wine and poured himself another. He chuckled in amusement at Antonio's comment, waggling his eyebrows. “You are right of course~” he agreed. It wasn't a night until they'd gotten drunk off their asses and been kicked out of at least three bars.

He giggled. “Actually, I like that idea quite a lot, lets try and set that record, oui?” He grinned widely at his companions before whistling at one of the girls working there. He ignored the glare she gave him. “Excuse me Cherie? We need another round here, my friends here don't have nearly enough alcohol in them, fix that for me~?”

((For time line references, this is occuring before Francis got his ship-though at some point he'll probably be informing them of its existance.))