England, while having allowed herself to be subjected to the other countries' antics and allowed Iceland to drag her out to drink, was not as sociable as some of the others. In fact, she had decided to sit near the edge of the bar, keeping a careful eye on her drink to ensure it was in her hand the entire time. Her thoughts drifted slightly, taking her back to the meeting. She was disappointed, really. Someone needed to knock America down a few pegs or maybe get his head out of his arse long enough to see sense. He was disruptive, brutish and irritatingly judgmental. And his mouth! Why couldn't he just be as sweet as Canada? Canada never gave her the trouble he did.
With a faint sigh, she looked back down at her glass. It was only her first and she had hardly taken a sip of it. She had business to do, after all. She didn't want to waste the night with a few drinks and unconsciousness if she could avoid it. And, right now, it looked like she could.
While Iceland was glad and refreshed by the visit to the bar, he was also slightly disappointed. His attempts to reach out and fix his relationship with England were met with a cold shoulder and the other nation creeping off to the corner to drink away from the group. At this rate, he'd never be friends with her! He just wanted to be on good terms with everyone, was that so hard to ask? He looked sideways at the person sitting near him, quickly recognizing her from earlier. But what country she was, unfortunately, eluded him. Thankfully enough, he wasn't too shy about asking again. "I know you introduced yourself earlier but your name seems to have slipped my mind. Could you introduce yourself again?" He looked at Macau hopefully, a slight smile on his face. He'd work his way up to friendship with England. He wasn't going to give up so easily!
Prussia was a man of simple tastes. While German beer was the best by his standards, he really only cared long enough to get buzzed. At that point, beer was just beer. Alcohol was just alcohol. He wasn't picky in the slightest and the instant he had picked up a bottle, all thoughts about how bad this could end up fled. He hadn't seen his brother in ages and while it wouldn't be a pleasant reunion by any means, he didn't care. He was fully wrapped up in the moment now and enjoying the time he was spending with his friends, drinking themselves into a drunk stupor. Nothing could go wrong at this point.
Moreover, how could Germany get angry with him? He had practically raised Germany! With all the time he invested, his brother could at least rerun the favor with some alcohol. Like, no need to be stingy. He had invested money so so could Germany. In the form of liquid gold, of course.
His focus drifted to a small conversation between France and Spain before the Frenchman admitted he was drunk. "Pffff," Prussia declared with a smirk, setting the bottle between his teeth before taking a large swig. When he set the bottle down, he slumped over Germany's couch, looking up at the ceiling. "I've been dreeenking 'ore than yeeew!" he replied with a smile. "And I feel fiiiine!" He leaned further backwards, resting his head on top of the chair. Ah, perfect. How many beers had he had? He lost count between the couple of shots he did.