Aristania

'I can't believe I agreed to this...' Ludwig sat on a bar stool, glaring angrily at nothing in particular. As if the poor German's day hadn't been stressful enough, what with running around after Feliciano when his idiotic schemes went awry and arguing with other nations, he had, for some God-forsaken reason, agreed to go drinking with his older brother. Gilbert had been trying desperately for months to convince Ludwig to leave the sanctuary of his house for a beer or ten. It's not that he didn't like a brew with Gilbert occasionally, but he didn't like the idea of leaving the Italian alone. --- "Ludwig, go out with your brother, I'm sure