Ok, quick UsUk oneshot. :D I didn't even write this in my notebook. I just typed it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, the song Drunken Lament, or the characters in this fanfiction.


England downed his first shot quickly. He didn't know that the stupid Frog was staring at him not with shock, but sorrow. Hell, he didn't know why the Frog was there with him! England did the same with the next shot… And the next… And the next. "England? Why don't you cool off?"

"Shut up, Frog," England snarled. He hiccupped loudly and ordered another shot. "England," France said with a stern voice, "Drinking this much won't help you." England glared at the Frenchman, his eyes clouded with tears.

"You think I don't know that?" he hissed, his voice shaky. France put his hand on England's back. "I know you know that, I'm just reminding you," he said with a soft voice. At that moment, England snapped and started to sob. "I j-just don't know w-what to do!" he stuttered.

"Tell him how you feel," France murmured. England looked up in shock.

"I can't do that," he insisted.

"You can't do what?" England whipped around to see a tall, bespectacled man approach him. "Whoa… What happened, Iggy?" he asked with concern evident in his voice. England jumped up and stumbled to the door, unable to face the American he held so dear. "Hey, wait!" America called after him. France pushed America after him. "Go, America!" he ordered. America went quickly, letting his feet do the work. Dammit… Why am I so sad? Shit, shit, SHIT! WHY CAN'T I BRUSH OFF THESE DAMN FELINGS? Whenever I'm drinking, I'm filled with sorrow! Drinking is supposed to help you! Take your mind off of things! Thoughts wouldn't stop racing through England's mind as he ran. He didn't know where he was heading. All he wanted was to get as far away from that bar as possible. "England!" England stopped quickly. It wasn't possible. It couldn't be. "Iggy… I had no clue you could run that fast, dude," panted America. He stood next to England with his hands on his knees. England couldn't take it. He started crying harder. "England, why are you crying?" England looked up, surprised to hear America addressing him formally. England was even more surprised when that same American leaned in and kissed him.


Really short, I know. I had, like, no plot here. I just went with it. XD This is (sort of) based off of the song "Drunken Lament" by Ludo. It came on, and I had the motivation to type this out. I've always thought of this song as a good UsUk song. The chorus is:

I'd ride in your pocket all day,

but I just don't fit.

Say the word and I'll change.

I'm throwing a party tonight,

I drank more than a sailor, I'm sure,

Poor the rum, in my eyes, tell me lies.

Yep. It's an awesome song. I highly suggest that you look it up. Again, the song name is "Drunken Lament" by Ludo. Expect more song based fics. I'm in the process of writing a fic with 10 drabbles based off of 10 different songs that my iPod threw at me while it was on shuffle.

Ok, I'm finished with my mini update. Remember, reviews make my day. I know that this isn't my best work. There isn't much of an ending, either. I guess you can say my laziness got the best of me. Forgive me. ;A; I'm a very terrible person. I had a headache while typing, but I desperately wanted to finish. (I actually finished today, but...) Ok, bye. Enjoy. I'm sorry Yue hasn't posted anything. XD We're both awesome procrastinators.

Oh! And about France! I see him as Iggy's stalker/older brother-ish thing. (That make any sense?) I do NOT support FrUk. Not in the tiniest way. Just wanted to clear that up. France is the love doctor, after all. Bye for real now. ~Darkz