Came to me on my drive home from school.
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It was a well known fact that due to his physical appearance, America didn't get drunk very often. It was less well known that he was worse than England when he was drunk. It was even less well known that America, unlike England, was NOT funny when drunk, but scary.
America groaned, slumped on a barstool, listening to his fellow countries get louder and drunker. No one noticed him getting drunker and quieter. It was one in the morning when they were kicked out of the bar and sent back to America's house by the Secret Service that had followed them the entire time.
Germany glanced at the young blond, eyebrows furrowing at the slightly hidden rage in his eyes. The American fumbled with the keys, muttering an irritated thank you to the agent that unlocked it for him. The group made their way in, some collapsing on various couches, while others, less drunk, made their way to their normal rooms.
BAM! CRASH!
Most of the nations sobered up at the racket, those that didn't did at the angry yells from a certain room. The group sprinted up the stairs, pulling open the door to America's room.
Or rather, what had been his room.
Curtains torn off the rings, posters ripped, the desk utterly destroyed and the young nation with his fist through the wall, not noticing the tears running down his face.
Germany was the first to get his wits back. He approached the other blond cautiously, placing a hand lightly on the other's shoulder. The boy looked at him, forcing a smile on his face. "Germany..? What..?" America glanced around the room, paling slightly. "Oh…" He turned green. "I think I'm going to be sick."
The German nation pushed the others out of the way, clearing a path to the bathroom. "Move! Now!" He sighed in relief as America managed to make it to the toilet. "Are you all right?"
"Haha… Its just a little puke." The blond said shakily.
"America. You know that is not what I meant."
"Yeah… No… I dunno. How many people saw..?"
"…"
America grimaced. "All of them, huh? Great."
Germany sat next to his friend. "Does that usually happen? It reminds me of… well…"
The other nation snatched his glasses back, surprising Germany with his speed. "What?"
"Of my brother on one of his moods. You are very similar, did you know?"
"I've only met Prussia a few times."
Germany chuckled. "I have a theory about the two of you. You're both crying out at the world, trying to gain acceptance, and fighting is all you both really know. Both of you were constantly in conflict. And somehow, you both brighten people's lives so easily…"
"Germany. I just…" America's voice cracked. "I just don't want to be alone. But I don't want to be around people who spend their time telling me how stupid I am. I just…"
"I get it."
Germany felt something heavy fall on his chest. Looking down, he realized America had fallen asleep, features relaxing. Glancing at the door, where Japan and Italy were standing, he gave the two a pointed look, nodding toward the sleeping nation. The two pulled him up gently, Italy giving his friend a questioning look.
"My room. I'll clean his up."
Japan nodded, stopping the Italian from questioning.
….
America groaned, hating the light piercing his eyes. "I got you some Tylenol and water." He turned to the owner of the voice, not surprised at all to see Germany standing near the window, not facing him.
"Hey, Germany. Thanks."
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And that's the end. I always felt that Germany and America could click really well. I also believe that America, with all the trouble recently, would be very explosive when his emotions were loosened up.
Sorry if I messed up details of being drunk. Never been or seen anyone drunk so…
