On his mun's insecurities...

[warchangedme]

 Listen. There is a lot to interpret about me. That's how it goes. You aren't going to always agree about how much of an airhead I actually am.  How much of me is fat and how much is muscle, what the wars have been about or how I really feel about Russia.

You need to make peace with that kiddo. Tearing yourself up with depression because you think your doing it wrong, or getting mad when someone decides to place me as barely smarter than a hamburger doesn't help anyone.

Long story short, take a chill pill and learn to love the bomb...or something.

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[det_dejligt]

Whatever. But I'm bringing the beer.

[Like he'd subject himself to whatever Alfred happens to call beer.]

[warchangedme]

[At least he doesn't brew it so thick it might as well be some kind of nutrient paste.] Fine. We'll go to Boston.

[det_dejligt]

[Hey, it's the good stuff. That sounds actually pretty good idea, surviving on beer alone.... DANISH DREAM!] What's in Boston? [Here, have your own Carlsberg, Alfred. Skål!]

[warchangedme]

Nice cops, easy to navigate streets, especially when your hammered, and plenty of nice park benches. It's a nice drinking city with a basketball problem.

[det_dejligt]

Ok. [Whatever~(It's at the other side of that little puddle there.) He's easy going.] So, sup? Your mun is stressing too much, huh?

[warchangedme]

She always does. Mostly when people she thinks are better writers have a different take on things. Like I mentioned before, how much of an airhead I am.

[det_dejligt]

Well, aren't you? [Grin.] As much as Germany is a Nazi and Norway a raging Viking. [Grimace on the last one. Who remembers Denmark as a Viking instead of a pathetic drunkard?]

[warchangedme]

Maybe, back in the day with Germany and Norway...still makes me a little uneasy. [A little laugh.] But I like to think of myself as an airhead than an asshole. Not saying I don't have my moments in that either...

[det_dejligt]

Heh. I don't think any of us really came out of history with clean papers. [Shrug.] Not quite my point, but... [Beer, beer is good. Take a swig, c'mon.]

[warchangedme]

[He takes a good long gulp. If Ameri-mun remembers right, Denmark is the taller of the two of them, so he get pulled down to get a head-bop of love from America.] C'mon. Let's go get stupid. Maybe I'll convince you to at least drink a Sam Adams with Sam Adams.

[det_dejligt]

[Pleasantly surprised, there's a rather vicious face smash involved but also easy going laughter right on top and an arm around Alfred's shoulders.] What's that? If it's booze, I'm in!

[warchangedme]

[Let's hear if spontaneous, violent love! America laughs and wraps his free arm around Matthias's shoulder.] Part of a drinking game. You go to sites on the Freedom Trail and drink one beer in their honor. The one I remember off the top of my head is Samuel Adam's lager at his monument.

[det_dejligt]

[Clinking his Carlsberg against Alfred's, he drains his beer and sets the empty bottle in a back pocket of his pants.] Sounds like my kind of game. After I'll introduce you to the Little Mermaid and we'll drink more. [Make that an arm around your hips, America. Yup, not too shy about personal space.] Lead the way!

[warchangedme]

[Alfred is a shameless cuddleslut, so he doesn't really mind the hand on his hip. Matthias is a bro, and bro hugs are always acceptable.] Onward! Let's make some memories for the internet.

[And their night of drinking was glorious.]