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You pulled yourself from Dreamland when you heard you cellphone erupt with noise, signaling an incoming call. An arm shot out from under the covers and grabbed the cell. You checked the time and groaned. Two in the fucking morning. Someone better be dead or dying. You pressed the green talk button and placed the phone to your ear.

"What the hell do you want?" you growled over the line, not really caring who the caller was.

"Oh good, you're up!" the caller chirped. You cringed at how loud the person was, and it could only be one person. It was Gilbert Belicshmindt. Only he would be alive early in the morning. "Before you bitch at me, I need your help. You see, I'm about to close up my bar, but I sort of have a problem. Mathias passed out and no one at his house is answering," you knew where this was heading. Gilbert wants you to come to his bar to grab Mathias and drag him back to his house. You were a bit confused on why no one was answering, but then you remembered what time it was and figured Berwald, Tino, Emil, and Lukas were probably heavy sleepers and didn't hear the phone.

"I'm guessing you want me to drag my ass out of bed, go down to your poor-excuse-of-a-bar and help Mathias home," you said over the line, throwing off your covers and swinging your legs off the bed and on the side. You heard Gilbert muttering something along the lines of “Yeah, that's right."

"I know it's a lot to ask, and I would do it myself, but I have to finish cleaning up and I'm not really sure where Mathias lives," said Gilbert. You sighed and stood up, stretching your free arm over your head.

"You owe me for this, Gil. I'll be there in a few," you clicked the end button and threw your cellphone on your bed. Why the hell did Mathias go to the bar alone in the first place? He usually brings Lukas or Berwald as his designated drivers. Shrugging, you began to get dressed.

At the Einsame Küken

You cut off the engine and climbed out of your car. The entire parking lot was deserted and you could clearly see inside the bar. You saw Gilbert profusely poke at the drunk Danish man. Sighing, you shut your door and walked inside the bar. The smell of German beer wafted up your nose, causing you to gag loudly. You weren't much of a liquor person, so the smell of it would always nauseate you.

"Took you long enough, faulen Arsch," Gilbert chuckled as he went back to cleaning a margarita glass. Before you could retort, you spotted Mathias hunched over the bar. You walked over to him, and nearly puked. He reeked of alcohol, and was even covered in it. Damn, either he was really upset about something or he just felt like getting drunk.

"How long has he been like this?" you asked, turning to Gilbert. Gilbert shrugged and put the glass away.

"Not sure. Probably an hour. He didn't pass out completely until half an hour ago. He began muttering something that I couldn't make out and before I could ask what he was saying, he was out like a light," you sighed. He's upset. You knew Mathias almost as well as you did yourself. You both grew up together as really close friends. You were probably more close to him than any of his other siblings. You lifted one of Mathias's arms and slung it over your shoulders.

"Well, I'll take him to my house for now and ask him about it in the morning. Can you help take him to my car?" Gilbert set down another glass and jumped over the bar. Having a good hold on him, you and the Prussian managed to drag/carry the Dane out to your car. You both put him into the passenger seat.

"Oh yeah, when he comes to, tell him he owes me 50 bucks," Gilbert waved goodbye to you and walked back into his bar. Sighing, you jumped into the driver’s seat and started the engine. Occasionally, you would glance over at Mathias, seeing if he awoke, but there was no change every time. It wasn't until you got to your third red-light that he started to wake.

"Mathias? Are you alright?" you asked, looking over at his stirring figure. His response was a gurgly groan, which caused you to cringe. If he pukes in my car, I'm setting Natalya on his ass. You sighed and watched the light, waiting for it to turn green.

"_......_______? Is that you?" you heard him say. His voice was incredibly raspy and dry. Once again, you looked over at him and saw he was looking at you. Dark circles were visible under his eyes, which were completely drained of life.

"Mathias, what the hell is wrong with you? Why did you get drunk off your ass alone? You know you're supposed to have Berwald or Lukas with you," you scolded, ignoring his signs of depression. Mathias sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes.

"Th......They left, ______. They all left," he said in a soft voice that reminded you of a child's. Your jaw dropped in shock.

"They left? B...But why? What happened?" you asked, starting to drive again as the light turned green. Mathias shook his head and sat up in his seat and leaned his head on the cool window.

"I don't know, but they left. All gone. Never coming back," he muttered, his voice gurgling. His speech was incredibly sloppy, but you still were able to make out what he was saying. You bit one of your knuckles. How could they all leave him!? Who do they think they are?! Mathias continued, "I hate being alone, _______. I can't stand it. Just the thought of going back to my empty house is making me sick," you saw out of the corner of his eye a tear roll down his cheek. You knew exactly how he felt, with being alone. Your father had walked out on you and your mother when you were only a tyke and your mother died of alcohol poisoning. You had no siblings, so you basically grew up learning how to fend for yourself.

"Don't worry, Mathias. You're going to be coming back to my house," you said. Mathias blinked back his tears and looked at you with surprise. You knew you couldn't take him back to his home, with no one there. It was too coldhearted.

"You don't have to do that, ______," he whispered, looking out the window. You shook your head and turned down your street.

"Yes, I do. There is no way I’m taking you back home so you can wallow in your own pity. You're my friend. Friends help friends," you smiled. Mathias sighed softly and nodded, not knowing what else to say. You parked in your driveway and killed the engine. You exited the car and helped Mathias out. Even though he didn't look it, he was still quite drunk and could barely stay on his own two feet. It took a good ten minutes just to get the front door open. After you managed that, you half walked, half dragged Mathias to the couch.

You made sure he was comfortable before you left him to go get some blankets. You walked down your hallway and opened the door to your linen closet. After grabbing an appropriate number of blankets, you shut the door and returned to the living room.

"Here are some blankets, Mathias," you set the blankets on the opposite side of the couch and smiled at him. A smile still hadn't cracked on his face. It was still a gloomy, depressed look. You sighed. Nothing is going to make this guy smile.

"Uhh, thanks," he murmured, unfolding one of the blankets and bundling himself in it. You pondered in thought. Sighing, you sat next to him on the couch. I'm not going to be able to get back to sleep until I see him smile. You put your hands on your knees and continued to think.

"Why are you still down here? Aren't you going to bed?" you heard Mathias ask, also feeling his eyes on you. Feeling a bit bold and overly confident, you whirled your head towards the Dane and planted your lips roughly on his. The kiss only lasted a few seconds. After pulling away, you nodded at him.

"Goodnight, Mathias. Sleep well," you smiled once more and stood up. Heading up the stairs, you failed to notice the faint smile that formed on Mathias's thin, dry lips.
Yeah, yeah, I wrote this SUPER quick and fast so it might look very sloppy~ :iconotlplz:
I hope you guys like it anyway~

The German is based off of my rough translation~ XDDD
Einsame Küken = Lonely Chick
faulen Arsch = lazy ass

I hope you all enjoy~ ^^

Mathias = Denmark
Berwald = Sweden
Lukas = Norway
Emil = Iceland
Tino = Finland
Gilbert = Prussia
Natalya = Belarus

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
You (c) :iconsexydenmarkplz:
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TheHetareOne Featured By Owner Sep 7, 2013  Hobbyist
What's with the bar's name? Does Gil think he's more awesome than Matty and can name his bar with a title that's SO lame?
blackdiamond63 Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
EVEN TINO LEFT! HOW COULD YOU GUYS!? this story is FREAKING AWESOME! (even more than Gilbert :) don't tell him is said that though)
FearMyPiplup Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2013  Student Writer
MiruzukiChan Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Yes, more praise for you~!!

And just saying; Gilbert's last name is Beilschmidt not Belicshmindt please don't take it too personally... I'm just saying...
courtneydragonballz Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2012  Student Writer
so sad plz more
VanillaSuu Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Oh,poor Mathias!~ Come here! :iconsweethugplz:
Loved it!~
NaruSasu24 Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2012  Student General Artist
I want to love you so hard right now :iconhumpingplz:(yea i'm weird :lol:)~! This was so moving and it made me cry because that's exactly how i feel when i dont have anyone :iconitisokayplz: You did great~! :heart:
BLACK-ALICE-14 Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2012
more plz more!!!
FearMyPiplup Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2012  Student Writer
I don't know if I'll be continuing this~ OuO;;
KiranaKikoeru917 Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
This is AWESOME! :la:

Part 2 pwease? Q v Q
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