[ROLEPLAY] The Young Bavarian League

Henrik sat down on his stool, a little pissed, with his 6 mates. Bavaria was as shit as ever, boring, and, in his eyes, full of immigrants. But he kept chugging down his beer. It was the only thing that kept him going.

"If depression had a country, this'd be it", he retorted. His friend Walter breathed a little more air out of his nose than usual.

Just then, a large, pot bellied man tapped him on the shoulder, and with a booming voice, replied:

"Listen here, young one. Germany is a beautiful country. I grew up here since Hitler's time. Brats like you only complain,"

Henrik sized up the man. He had a long, white, pretty tremendous 'stache, and looked like he could collapse the Golden Gate Bridge just by jumping on it, as if he were one of the Imperial German generals, just more ugly and old.

"Beautiful?!", Henrik replied, in a mix of drunkedness and boredom. "With all these sandniggers fucking whoever they see fit? With a which from the North, a north who always whine, and complain about us, and you say it's fine, you fatso?"

The fat man looked at him. "Show some respect!"

Henrik ignored this. "Foreigners leech off the life-blood of this nation. The Greeks can't wipe their fucking arses, we are constantly whined at, teased, and made out as if we are not Germans. Yet if we ever left the Republic, the Prussians would shit themselves! Land grabbing Nazis! Like Bismarck! Like Wilhelm! Like HITLER*"*

The remark of the word Hitler turned a few heads, as his friends started watching

"THEY NEVER CHANGE! Trying to spread their cancerous hegemony across Europe and the Black Forest. Bavaria for Bavarians! Prussia for Pigs!"

"Prussia for pigs! Prussia for pigs!", a few drunken men yelled, before his friends continued, and the old man.

"Young Bavarians, Old Bavarians, we must cement our future!". The crowd was a bit piss-drunk by now and would probably forget all of this by morning, save for the old man and Henrik's friends.

"Where does the money for all these benefits come from? The rich?! Don't make me laugh! Our pathetic government needs to suck Chinese dick for loan money! They are ruining our futures for their own selfish interests, their PRUSSIAN interests, because they are dogs!"

By now, the drunken crowd was rather riotous. "PRUSSIA FEER PEEEGHS", the men were yelling.

By then, the bar owner came out the back room to see what the noise was about.

"CLEAR OFF YOU WEE BASTARDS! GO AWAY! SHOO! BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!"

Henrik and his friends grumbled. "Killjoy", they said, while leaving the bar. They were followed by the old fat man.

"Wait, please stop young men,", he panted

"My name is Waldemar, and I would like to help you."