/All of them. Every single one of them. Left me. Why?/ England thought sadly as he stumbled through his home, blindly reaching for his keys on the table before heading out the door. /Maybe a drink or two will make me feel better? I won't Have too many, the meeting this afternoon and all/
He got into his car and drove until he reached his favorite pub. The bar tender looked at the old, rundown nation and grinned. Clearly if Arthur was there he'd make Good tips for the day.
Arthur sat at the bar and ordered a pint of Guinness. He drank it quickly and muddled around in his own thoughts for a while before deciding, against his better judgment, to order another. Surely it wouldn't hurt.
England slumped against the bar counter, head fuzzy. He stood up and swayed a little before stumbling out of the pub and towards the meeting center, forgetting he had driven there in the first place.