BEFORE getting mindlessly drunk this time.

[potatomasher]

Mun, that was incredible! A great game! Tonight, celebrations are mandatory and you know that. Slacking off and going to bed early is not permitted. Though I suggest you unwrap yourself of all those flags first. You are aware that one of them is brother's...? Why, yes. Of course I'm serious. Why wouldn't I? Our team did a great job out there! Contrary to previous claims, no blood had to be spilled in order to break Greece's defenses. It's time to praise this victory. Now get ready to indulge in boisterous cheerfulness!

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[changedbywar]

Is there dancing? Because if I remember right, at least in my universe, Germany loved swing dancing~

Congrats Germany!

[potatomasher]

Danke. The victory is well-deserved, considering how strong Greece's defense line has been. My men slacked off for a moment and let that 1:1 happen, but, luckily, they caught themselves and secured the final 4:2. A great performance.

Though as for your question... Probably. But more importantly: There will be beer. [Lots of it.]

[changedbywar]

[She laughs and wraps her arms around one of his biceps.] A smiling Germany is rare. I'm glad to see it~

And silly man, I'm asking you dance with me. If I've asked you after you got a few beers in you, you'll think I took advantage of you.

[potatomasher]

[He fails at shying away from the contact in time, but you can blame his abnormal high spirits for that. Football has a curious effect on Germany: He smiles, gets happy, surprisingly social and approves of doing something else but work. Even his boss was at the game yesterday.]

Dance, you say? [He looks at her, hesitating, but considering that option. Either that, or he's pulling out a mental manual on how to dance.] Hn. I think I could try. [But afterwards: Beer.]

[changedbywar]

Awesome~! [She spins him around.] Germany! You need to do more than get hammered when you celebrate, so let's celebrate you beating Greece's ass! Because once the Olympics are here, it's on like Donkey Kong! I mean...I am your rival then and stuff.

[She gives a rather serious nod, then bounces on her tip toes to give him a kiss on his cheek..which misses and lands on his chin.] Anyhow! Party!

[potatomasher]

Hey! [He yelps just a little at being spun around by her, then blinks. And nods briefly.] Rivals, maybe. But only within the limits of the rules. Olympics, just as the Euro now are meant to be fair and friendly competitions. Let's just all give our best in London as well.

[Oh. And don't criticize his celebration manners. He likes gettin-- HEY! Okay. Now he flinches away. Giving you one of those glares for assaulting him like that.] America! [He's not telling you to behave. But it's in his tone.]

[changedbywar]

Relax! I'm teasing you! Besides, don't you kiss Italy on both cheeks all the time?

That's what I was saying! Geez...one figure skater goes off the deep end and everybody thinks you're completely ruthless.

[potatomasher]

That's... [Different, indeed... Bad question, America. Now he's embarrassed again.]

You... You have no idea how many political discussions the game yesterday had caused over here in Europe during the past week. I'm... Glad it ended as a good and friendly game after all.

[changedbywar]

You are so cute~ [Oh, Germany. Your embarrassment only makes her want to tease you more!]

Mm, Prussia made me aware of it. But...Listen, stuff like that always happens. I'm sure I'm gonna hear no end of it whenever I go against China. So don't think I don't understand.I'm glad it all ended okay.

And just for the record, don't take smack talk too seriously, okay? I'm a rough tumble girl, yeah?

[potatomasher]

Hrrn. Don't call me that! [He will forever decline beign cute.]

I don't mind it as long as it's merely done in a harmlessly teasing way. That's part of the sport. But there are certain boundaries. And if it's not only the opponents, but also your own people speaking up against you something is a bit off. The Greece talking badly about us is one thing, but German political groups demanding that we hand Greece the victory without a proper fight, only to make up for the hardships the country had been through or accusing my people of nationalsocialistic behavior because they dare to cheer for their team is nothing I can approve of in regards of sports.

The Euro runs under the motto Respect, not Euro Crisis. But if we fail to respect ourselves, how are we supposed to respect others?

[changedbywar]

Now dude. That is kinda sucky. And I totally agree with you. There's a difference between the pride that led to that and wanting you cheer your boys on. [She leans on his arm, gently patting his back to soothe him.] So give it your all in sports, Germany!

Seriously, we'll all play fiercely, then when the game is done we'll go over Italy's place for pizza and ice cream. It'll be fun!

[potatomasher]

[Germany just nods in silent agreement. He prefers not to talk about this too much. Especially not after already venting.]

Pizza and ice cream, you say? Well. We could do that, I guess.

[changedbywar]

[She grins and slaps his back again with a laugh.]

That's the spirit!

[heroiccia]

Dude! Germany! What kinda game is that!

[potatomasher]

Football, of course. [König Fußball. Never underestimate its influence on Germany.] My team won an important game yesterday.

[heroiccia]

...Dude! You play freakin' football~! [Oh great, you've got him going on about a completely different type of football.]

[potatomasher]

[Oh, he figures. It's not like he hasn't heard of American football...] Not what you call football, America. The one you actually play with your feet.

[heroiccia]

But you play football with you're feet too. [In other words, your argument has become invalid in his eyes.]

[potatomasher]

Fine. Let me put it like this: Using your hands is against the rules in the football I'm talking about. Unless you're the keeper, that is.

[heroiccia]

Haha! Then that ain't football dude!

[potatomasher]

Then what do you think UEFA stands for, America?