Just one. That's all I need.
The Austrian was rather exhausted by this point-- Everyone was gathered in Bremen for a Holiday reunion, and, well, what usually happens when you have multiple Germanics under one roof happened: Yelling, drinking, a fistfight or two... Whoops, make that three.
Roderich was being careful not to get drunk too early, as the morning after the same even a year previous, he had found himself in bed with his own Brother. He wasn't exactly too keen on having a repeat of Bavarian-Austrian relations of that caliber again.
So, this year he'd managed to actually wait until after dinner to hit the bottle, a nice beer with a shot of Schnapps. Nothing too extreme for now, just enough to take the edge off of his edginess.
Drink in hand, he simply relaxed in an armchair near the fire and waited for the majority of the family to finally get too drunk to fight anymore. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered to show up at reunions anymore. Honestly.