You Raise Me Up- Westlife
Blood. He sighed, only to choke out more in the next moment.
The floor was a mess of bile, spit and blood now. He'd have to clean that up later. He was dizzy- right and left were indeterminate to him now, and that was about how dizzy he was.
He swept his blond hair back, wiping his mouth with his sleeve and discarding the jacket. Germany wasn't in a good mood now at all- but not a bad one, either. It was more or less a state of complete apathy. All he knew was that he felt like crap, and it probably wasn't all the fault of that alcohol he'd been consuming last night.
"Germany?"
"What did I tell you about knocking?" he growled at the familiar voice.
Italy frowned. "Germany, are you okay?"