"Bugger off! I'm tired of you complaining about not being noticed! You're just like stupid Canada!"

Tears welled in your eyes. England, the man you love, was screaming at you. That's how he was when he's drunk. You couldn't fight back. Sandi's boyfriend, America, would usually step in. Sandi tried to get you to stop dating England but when he was sober, his charm was irresistible.

"Are you just going to stand there? Go to our room and cry you wretch!"

"Please calm down honey." Reassuring him was impossible.

"Did you just call me a 'limey'? Bloody hell!" He got up from the couch leaving the bitter liquor on the coffee table.

"No! I just-" You manned up and with all your gusto and might and yelled, "WE HAVE A MEETING TOMORROW! SOBER UP!"

Reality smacked him in the face. He came up to you and cleared his throat putting his arms around you.

"I'm sorry love." Anger boiled inside of you, withering your spirit and all you could manage was,

"No. I'm done. I'm gone." You ran out the door and ran. Ran thinking,

"I can't do this, no more." Tears streamed down your puffy pink cheeks. Eventually, you reached Sandi's house she and America got together.

According to a sober England, America wants to marry her live in that house together. Knocking on the door and peeking in the window, you could see some movie on, the pictures from the TV flashing on their bodies. America sighed and opened the door, not embarrassed of his flag boxers. He beckoned for Sandi whose hair was ravaged and had a couple of hickies on her pale neck. She put on one of America's shirts and just hugged you.

"What did he do?" She hissed the words out.

"I'm sorry fo-for interru-" You hiccuped with tears.

"WHAT DID ENGLAND DO GODDAMNIT?" Sandi held you tighter.

"He got drunk and yelled at me! Can I go to the meeting with you guys tomorrow?"

"Of course. AL PUT A SHIRT ON!" She yelled knowing America was dancing in his underwear not giving a damn about anything.

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO WOMAN!"

"But in bed it's OK?" Sandi raised an eyebrow.

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH. SHUT IT RIGHT NOW." You and Sandi were engulfed laughter.

"Come in and sit down. And the hero will go play COD right while we watch a chick flick right?"

"Yes ma'am!" America sprinted into another room.

Sandi popped in an action movie instead of a chick flick. Sandi HATES chick flicks.

"Do you love him cicir er I mean Cici. Too much Fanfiction for me. Cici do you love England? Do you even call him Arthur?"

You were taken aback. You never called him.

"N-no. Just England." She called her lover "Al" all the time. But you just never muttered the word "Arthur".

"You guys should break up." Sandi was always one to be blunt.

Then silence. Except for America's occasional headshots.

"I will. At the meeting."

"Good Cici." Sandi sat and faced you holding a blue pillow to her chest.

"Did you hear that Germany's brother will be at the meeting? I wonder if he's hot like Germany."

"Wipe the drool off your face. I bet he isn't that amazing anyways."

"Sh-shut up! I love Al! You should go for Germany's bro. Expand your horizons."

"But England was just drunk an-"

"No! It won't be long till he physically hurts you. And Al will get pissy about it."

Next moment in time, you were at the meeting. In the blink of an eye. Everyone stared because you weren't with England.

He was talking to France who said, "Did you guys fight?"

Everyone saw your still puffy and tear streamed face.

"It' s no big deal. Bloody hell..." England said with a huff.

"IT'S NOT BIG DEAL!" You marched over and America couldn't react in time to hold you back.

"Cici! Not here!" England exclaimed.

"YES HERE! I'M THROUGH!"

"But love! Don't leave!"

"Get bent you drunk." Tears sprung again and you marched through a crowd of men. Suddenly, a hand grabbed your arm. You stopped and craned your neck up to see piercing red eyes, blood colored and pale snowy hair.

"Oi! West! Is this the chick you like?"