Ivan's eyes narrowed with a glare. "Enough? I, unlike you can hold my liquor," he insisted. He did not think this American boy could take very much vodka and would surely be drunk before himself. "I happen to be a professional vodka drinker." If Ivan was drunk, he was functional.

Francis gaped. "I work here..." But he felt like he couldn't even argue. At least Arthur was on his side. He started making eyes at his boyfriend as if to silently plan their escape out the back door.

Alistair traded looks with his other brothers before looking back at Arthur. "Because we love you!"

"If you say so dude." Alfred eventually told him. The last thing he wanted was to see start a fight with Ivan. That would not be a good way to start off their friendship. So if the other wanted to continue drinking, who was he to see stop him.

"I don't need that type of love. Now you have two choices. Either grow up and behave like adults you are, or leave." Arthur told them. He understood Francis's plan to leave out the back and was prep to take it. But he wanted to give his brothers a chance first.

"We're just make siding with you, Artie." Patrick told him, not ready to leave yet. This was to much fun.

"Can't you tell?" Cadan asked, acting hurt by Arthur's behavior.

"I do," Ivan hummed with another sip. "I am however, very fond of sharing, so you can have all the vodka you want too...although there isn't much left." He frowned. He only have two or three sips before he came to the bar and this bottle. Was he sharing more than he thought? Normally it lasted longer.

Alistair wrapped his arms around Arthur from behind, a pout forming on his face. "You're not planning to leave us are you? We've barely started our fun of drinking together," he said, correctly guessing that his brother considered an escape. His hug wouldn't allow it though.

Francis eyes the four of them, still wary, but a little more relaxed. "I'm going to go get more to drink," he muttered before he made his escape. At least they weren't harassing him anymore.

"I'm fine.. You go ahead and drink it." Alfred told him. He really wasn't to interested in vodka anyway. Give him a good cold beer and he'd be happy. He saw the bartender finally move from the group at the end of the bar and called out to him. "Hey bartender dude! We want to order!" He exclaimed.

Arthur tensed up when Alistair wrapped his arms around him and even more so when Cadan and Patrick linked their arms through his, effectively leaving him completely trapped there. He shot Francis a look at said 'Don't leave me alone with them,' as the Frenchman moved away from them. Instead, he tried to get them to let go of him. "Get off of me!" he exclaimed.

Patrick and Cadan looked at each other for a second, then to Alistair, then back to Arthur. "No can do, little brother." Patrick stated. "If we did that, you'd leave us here alone." Cadan added.

Francis eyed the brothers one more than me before he tended to the orders. He brought the American how beer, but felt hassled enough at this point that he refused to bring Ivan more vodka and instead left a glass of water in front of him. Ivan stared down at it without comprehension. "I'm not drunk," he insisted again, even though the bartender hurried off already.

The scene Francis returned to could have been better or worse than what he left. He couldn't be sure, but Arthur's expression looked distressed. It was somewhat...entertaining though. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Can I borrow Arthur for a minute?"

Alistair stared at him, no expression. "Why?"

"You kinda are dude. Just drink the water and relax." Alfred told him, taking a sip of his drink. This was definitely way better than vodka! And nobody was going to be able to convince him otherwise. He kept one eye on Ivan, prepared to do something if the Russian started getting violent about this matter. He was really hoping he wouldn't though.

Cadan and Patrick exchanged a look, mutually agreeing and tightening their grip on Arthur. There was no way they were letting their brother go anywhere with that French Frog!

"Let go of me you twats." Arthur told them, his tone annoyed. He tried once again, in vain, to pull his arms away from them as he glared at the both of them.

Ivan shook his head. Water was...pointless, unpleasant even. It was tricksty because it looked like vodka, but the dull nothingness of water would make him frown so he ignored the glass. "Can I have some of your beer then?" he asked, leaning over closer to Alfred. Actually, he leaned a little too close so their shoulder almost bumped, but he wasn't drunk.

"Don't wanna," Alistair said, nothing like a whine though. No, his words were no argument.

Arthur looked like he might die from the hugging, so Francis decided it was his duty to keep trying to save him. "I-it's just...I promised him I'd share my cigs since he ran out and he's been hassling me for a smoke break for ages now!" Francis whined, making up his lie as he went. If nothing else, Francis wanted time alone with his boyfriend again.

Alfred didn't really notice how close Ivan had leaned towards him. "What part of you've had enough to drink don't you understand? I don't want you to pass out or throw up or something. That would be gross." he told him, taking a drink. If the Russian wasn't as drunk as he was, he would be happy to share. But he was sure that it would be a bad idea.

"Great. We'll join you." Cadan stated, prepared to get up to follow them.

"You don't smoke.." Arthur pointed out. The only one of his brothers who he was aware of that smoked was Alistair and the older one was more likely to choose a cigar over a cigarette.

"Maybe we've decided to start." Patrick added, knowing that he at least hadn't.

Ivan stared at him in bafflement. "I've only had one bottle of vodka! Just how low do you think my tolerance is?" he whined as he made a grab for Alfred's beer. Honestly, Ivan had been far more drunk than this before. He would call this...tipsy perhaps. This was like an average day four years ago when he never quite reached full soberness at any point of the day. But he was so much better now! "Don't friends share?"

"Hmm...it has been a while since I smoked a cig. Maybe it's worth trying an American brand?" Though probably not. Alistair flashed a smile anyway.

This was so not working. Francis cast about for any kind of excuse, anything to get away from these brothers. "I only have two smokes left! I'm sorry, I can't share any more!" he blurted out. Before anyone could stop him, he dashed out from behind the bar, waving at the back door. "Let's go Arthur!"

"Of course friends share! Just not alcohol with someone who looks like they're about to fall over." Alfred told him, holding the beer out of Ivan's reach. He'd have much preferred if the Russian hadn't already drunk a bottle of vodka before they had decided to be friends. Then this whole mess could have been avoided. Ah well. Nothing he could do about it now.

Arthur finally managed to push his brothers away from him when they had slightly loosened their grip on him. He stood and after Francis before stopping at the door and turning back to face them. "Don't follow us." he ordered before heading out.

"So.. Are we going to follow them or no?" Patrick asked, looking at the other two. He was personally having fun annoying Arthur and he could tell by his brothers's faces that they were too.

Ivan actually pouted at the beer, but he decided not to pursue it. It was not fun to have to fight for something to drink. Maybe he should just go home so he could drink more because he really didn't feel done yet, especially since a good part of his drinking had been in a state of depression. He wanted more in a state of happiness. Dropping his chin into his hands, he let out a sigh. "But what am I supposed to do at a bar if I can't drink?" Maybe he didn't quite want to leave yet.

Francis let out a sigh as they managed to escape in peace. Thankfully, he did have cigarettes and a lighter or else he knew this lie would fry them. "Um, I guess we should actually smoke or those guys will do something weird?" he asked as he fumbled around for the carton. He couldn't even manage to come up with more to say than that.

Alistair tilted his head as if he had to really think. "How about in a minute. Let them think it's okay to relax, eh?"

"Let's go dance!" Alfred exclaimed. He chugged down the beer and slammed the bottle against the table. He stood and grabbed Ivan by the arm, dragging him out onto the dance floor with him, not giving him a choice in the matter. This was a good way to spend time in a club if you weren't drinking. Now only to decide who he wanted to dance with.

"I'm so sorry about them. I swear I didn't know they were here, let alone even in the country." Arthur told him, feeling bad about his brothers interrupting them. "How did they even know to come here? I didn't say anything about this club or that I'd be here." That left him really confused. But then again, his brothers always had ways of finding him. He suspected some sort of magical help. It wouldn't surprise him if that was the case.

"Of course." Cadan said, nodding in agreement. Him and Patrick decided to use the time they were waiting for that moment to drink the drinks the barman had brought over earlier.

"Dance!?" Ivan squeaked. He was too shocked to stop himself from being dragged out and he stumbled before Alfred finally let go of him. Hands coming up to twist at his scarf, his looked around at the dancers. "But I don't know how to dance." He looked like a giant sore spot on the dance floor, he was sure, and he tried to make himself look invisible somehow.

Francis lit his smoke and took a long drag. He needed it after all. Tossing the pack to Arthur, he tried his best to laugh this all off. "I take back saying I want siblings! Oh my god, they were having fun weren't they!" Certainly at their expense. Francis didn't know if he could ever get those guy to like him and he'd rather like to.

Alistair glanced at the time on his phone and tried to finish his drink a little quicker. "Do you think we can catch them doing something compromising back there?"

"You just have to relax and let your body move to the music. Just watch me and do as I do." Alfred told him, picking out a dance partner. He could tell Ivan was nervous about this, but it was a great way to have fun. With that thought in mind, he began dancing with the guy he had chosen.

Arthur caught the pack and lit up one himself, taking a drag. "They always do this. Every time I start a new relationship, they have to drive the other person off. It seems people don't like dealing with my crazy family." he stated after a moment. He really hoped his brothers hadn't put Francis off from dating him. If they did, he'd probably end up doing something he'd regret.

"If we're quiet enough, probably." Patrick told him, finishing his drink.

"We should give them another minute or two if that's what you're waiting for." Cadan added. It was always fun to interrupt someone from violating their brother.

Ivan stared. He really stared with unblinking purple eyes. He however did not relax his body all that much. He certainly didn't sway with the rhythm. Alfred's partner must have noticed Ivan staring though because after one song, he excused himself and disappeared to the far side of the dance floor. "I do not think this dancing thing is a good idea..."

"I can't tell if they're trying to protect you, or harass you," Francis muttered. He felt sure that they loved Arthur; it showed in almost everything they did, but dear god! He leaned back against the brick wall, not even minding the grime that was surely covering it. "I don't think they like me though."

Alistair hummed into his glass. "Two minutes then. I'm sure it will be great fun!" He laughed a bit before returning to his drink. In exactly two minutes, he would lead the charge out the back door.

Alfred pouted when his dancing partner left. He was just starting to get into it too. "You're not even trying!" He complained. "If we're going to be friends, you need to learn to lighten up and have some fun. I'm not going to hang out with a stick in the mud." How was Ivan supposed to have fun if he didn't even try? It didn't make sense to the blond.

"Probably a bit of both." Arthur stated, leaning against the wall next to Francis. "If they didn't like you, they would have been a lot worse. Believe it or not, that's them being nice." At last, that's what he was sure would have happened. He could never ever be to sure with his brothers.

They both nodded in agreement. Patrick went back to drinking his drink while Cadan watched that clock.

Stick in the mud? The saying just sounded silly, no matter how hard you thought about it. Ivan shook his head. "Then you dance with me!" he demanded. "Show me how it's done because I don't get it!" He couldn't imagine just 'loosening up' with a random person from a club anyway.

Francis eyed Arthur with skepticism. "Are you sure about that?" It gave him a little hope, but he didn't think he could quite relax yet. Letting out a groan, the grabbed Arthur around the waist to pull him closer before he buried his head against the other man's shoulder. "I just want to have you all to myself for the rest of the night!" he whined with his cigarette held loosely in his fingers, nearly burnt to the end.

"You know...wouldn't it be nice to set up a proper ambush?" Alistair started after they'd been silent for a minute. "I think you should two should sneak up in the other direction from the front door. That way they can't run."

"Alrighty then." Alfred told him. He went over to the Russian. He grabbed Ivan's hands and placed them on his hips. "Just do what I do." he told him. He started moving, talking the other through what he should be doing.

Arthur wasn't completely sure about that. But he wasn't going to say something that would scare Francis off. "That was the plan when I came here." he stated. He finished his cigarette and dropped it, crushing it beneath his shoe before wrapping and arm around the Frenchman. "Besides. At least we're alone right now."

"Which they most likely will try to do." Cadan stated. They couldn't have that, now could they? It would ruin the whole point of them even coming to this country.

"That's a great idea, Alistair." Patrick added.

Ivan let himself be led through the motions, though his dancing never quite looked right. He did notice their closeness though, the heat that came from so many bodies packed onto the floor, and he didn't mind that. He hated to be cold and alone. "Am I doing it right?" he asked when one song ended.

"Does that mean I can kiss you?" Francis asked as he lifted his head. He dropped his cigarette, forgetting all about it as he brushed Arthur's hair away from his face. Without waiting for a response, he pressed a kiss to the other man's lips.

"Alright, I think it's time now," Alistair said. "You two go that way and I'll head out the back. Those two will have no idea what hit them." He chuckled before pushing back his stool and strolling to the door. He paused to give his brothers some time to get into position, then flung the door open. What he saw left him smirking.

"Why, I don't think you're smoking at all!"

Alfred could tell that Ivan was having trouble getting the motions down and did whatever he could to help him relax. "Yeah. You're doing great for your first try!" he told him, giving him a big smile. He's seen horrible dancers before and Ivan was doing pretty good for his first attempt at dancing.

'You don't even need to ask.' Arthur thought to himself as Francis kissed him. He was glad that the Frenchman hadn't been scared off by his brothers. So he was happy to kiss back.

Cadan and Patrick nodded in agreement before getting up and heading out. They went around to the alley and only stepped out once Alistair had made his entrance.

Arthur jumped when he heard his brother suddenly speak and moved back away from Francis. "For God's sake Alistair! Leave me alone!" he exclaimed, a part of his mind wondering where the other two were. When he turned to leave in the other direction he stopped when he saw them. 'Of course that's where they are..' he thought, annoyed.

Ivan wasn't sure he could trust Alfred's words. He didn't think he was doing a good job and pulled at his scarf again. He did try to relax though. "I think I prefer ballet to this though..." he muttered. The motions made so much sense. The point wasn't just to...what was the point of this? He eyed the other dancers and noticed hands wandering to all sorts of interesting places. Maybe he should try that. Ivan moved one of his hands lower to Alfred's butt.

Francis had just started to deepen the kiss when a voice startled him out of it. With a little cry, he stumbled backwards and managed to fall on his butt. "I wasn't doing anything!" A quick glance told him they'd been surrounded and it made him feel claustrophobic.

Alistair made his eyes go wide like he believed Francis' words. "Wow, that was interesting nothing then. Our sweet Artie is turning bright red from it," he said with another poke to Arthur's face.

"Why would you like the ballet?" Alfred asked, having heard his comment. He jumped slightly when he felt Ivan place a hand on his butt. He reached back and moved it higher up on his body to his back. Normally he wouldn't mind if his dancing partner did that. But he was pretty sure the Russian wasn't trying to get with him. So he would prefer if that didn't happen.

Arthur glared at Alistair and knocked his hand away. "Sod off. And I'm not blushing." he denied, though he could feel his face heating up from embarrassment. "Why can't you guys leave me alone for once in your lives?!"

"Why would we do that? We have to defend our baby brother's virtue, after all." Cadan asked after pretending to think about the question.

"The Frog clearly has ill intentions. What with the way he was kissing you." Patrick added.

Arthur turned his glare to the two of them. "There is nothing he's done to me that I haven't wanted done. All three of you need to bugger off and go back to England."

"Hm...because the ballet is wonderful," Ivan said, his attention elsewhere. In the brief moment that his hand sat on the other's butt, he decided that it was very nice. Alfred proved himself to be strong before, so he probably had a nice body under there, one that Ivan wouldn't mind seeing. Oh dear, should he be thinking thoughts like that? They were supposed to be friends after all. "I think this dancing might have some benefits too though," he added, his gaze right on Alfred.

"But it's so much more fun here than in England!" Alistair exclaimed. "This is our job as older brothers." Whether Arthur wanted it or not. Brother had to be hard on the baby and their partner in order to decide if it was worth supporting.

Francis thought he might die of humiliation. "We're all adults here!" He snapped his mouth closed a second later though, not wanting their attention on him more. The rest of his words came out in a mutter. "...My intentions aren't ill..."

"Of course there are benefits to this dancing! One it's fun! Two it's a great workout! And three, it's a great way to meet new people!" Alfred exclaimed. He didn't mention anything about the benefit of getting laid. He felt that would be awkward to add to a friend. "So, let's dance!" He immediately began moving again once the next song came on.

"Yes, you've done your job as the older brother so humiliating me in front of someone I care about. Once again." Arthur snapped at them. He was getting passed the point of being annoyed at his brothers. He was passed the point of embarrassment. Now he was just getting angry.

"I'd like proof of that." Patrick stated, his eyes on Francis. "Cause from what we've seen, I'd think otherwise."

Ivan was pretty sure ballet was more of a workout, but he decided not to point that out. Alfred looked like he was having fun, so he tried his best to as well. He tried dancing again, with little more success. "Do you normally meet a lot of people like this? And they....want to be your friend?"

"That's not exactly the purpose of this," Alistair pointed out. He had a feeling they were about to get attacked, but he didn't back down all the way either. That would be embarrassing in itself.

Francis blinked at them. He'd managed to get to his feet at some point, but still stood with his back to a wall. "How am I supposed to prove something like that. Arthur likes me...I like him." He flushed a little, realizing how embarrassing that was to say. Arthur did just say he cared about him and that left his heart skipping just a little much.