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Ludwig came to the bar. Yeah, it was probably a little late, but he didn't care. He had a rough day, he hadn't seen any sign of Italy even though he specifically told the Italian to move his a** this morning, and he just needed a good time.

He took a seat at the counter and looked around. The principal and his grandfather were talking and drinking. Ukraine was here as well. There was a strange man there that he didn't recognize (well, not fully). The protective Ludwig was most likely going to keep a subconscious eye on the guy to make sure the students here would be safe. It also appeared that Alfred's state, North Carolina, was here. She was a good kid. He wouldn't have to worry about her. So that just meant he needed to make sure that the guy next to Lenya didn't try anything funny.

The bar tender, who knew Ludwig well, greeted him with a cheerful face. Ludwig just gave his usual cold nod as a greeting. Of course the bar tender would know the German brothers. Weren't they known for finishing off a barrel of beer and then bashing said barrel into the head of anyone that crossed their path the wrong way? Well, personally, Ludwig had never done that (intentionally), and he doubted Gilbert would (intentionally) attempt doing something like that, but, hey, the bar tender knew Ludwig well enough to know what type of beer he liked (even down to the seasonal beers since Ludwig would get homesick and wish for the type he got only during certain festivals or holidays) and the food he wanted to eat. When Ludwig's usual was brought to him, he managed to crack a small smile. "Danke. I've been needing this all day." "Let me guess. You're brother?" "Ever single Senior. I swear, they're going to make my hair as white as Gilbert's if they keep it up." The bar tender laughed as Ludwig held up his mug for a moment before he went for a chuck and dug in on the bratwurst that was sat in front of him. Of course he was going to eat that before going for the large, soft-serve pretzel or the potatoes. Bratwursts were always best when they were so hot that you could see the steam billowing off of them even in the middle of Summer.

Ludwig caught the wave from Lenya out of the corner of his eyes and returned her wave with a small one of his own. She really was a nice girl. No wonder Russia was so protective of her. Such a shame she was stuck in the same classes as most of the trouble makers in school. Hopefully they weren't harassing her or causing too much trouble.

He took another good chug of the frothy beer in his mug before he slammed the empty mug onto the counter with a content sigh. He had a little bit of the foam on his mouth, so he wiped it away with his arm (despite the fact that he was still in his uniform, jacket and all). The bar tender heard Germany's subtle way of asking for more and came to him after tending to Lenya. He had already finished the bratwursts and was half way done with the potatoes. He had forgotten just how hungry he was until he had been given the food. It made sense, though. He had missed lunch because he had been having a conversation with Gilbert about his behavior. It would only make sense that the German would be wolfing down the food like he was. (Yet some how managing to keep some-what proper about it so as not to look like a slob.)

When only a quarter of the potatoes were gone, Ludwig paused. He hadn't talked to Feliciano since this morning when he was yelling at him to get ready for school... Yeah, he was still pretty ticked that the Italian had probably managed to fall back asleep as soon as Ludwig had left, but that didn't mean he should make his friend worry. He sighed lightly and ran his hand through his hair as he reached for his cell phone and sent a message to him...

Ludwig was just about to put the last bite of potato into his mouth and then move onto the soft pretzel when he heard Charlotte coming over. Just as he looked over, she fell flat on her face. He blinked in surprise, but was quick to drop that last bite back onto his plate and run over when it registered she had fallen.

As he got there, so did the strange man he didn't know. Of course, he instantly went into a slightly protective stance so as to keep an eye on this guy, but he made a point not to hover over Charlotte so that he could see what it was this man was up to. He looked down to Charlotte before he crouched to be a little more to her level. "Charlotte, did you hit your head? How did you drink?" Of course the drinking question was asked. He had the notion that most American's couldn't drink a whole lot. (Well, a lot more than England, but seeing as how she appeared to be pretty young, you never really could guess one's limits just by a glance.) He held his hand out, offering her help to stand if she needed it.