Hello everyone, you've probably noticed I've been uploading a lot more recently. It's because of the fact that I get ideas for roleplays that I do wit my friends for fanfics ^^ This one is based off one where Gilbert and his girlfriend Katie (A SoCal OC) got into a huge fight. I started writing this when Katie refused to talk to them and I thought they were going to break up. Hope you enjoy. If you can.

Disclaimer: Hetalia is NOT mine in any way, shape, or form. It belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz and I didn not ask his permission to use these characters. The song is "Whiskey Lullaby" by Brad Paisley and Alison Krauss. I did not ask them to use this song either, but I am NOT MAKING MONEY OFF OF THIS.

She put him out

Like the burning end of a midnight cigarette.

She broke his heart.

It had been a few days since the break up and Gilbert was not taking it very well. Antonio and I were glad that he was at least leaving the house, but all he would do was go buy beer and whiskey.

He spent his whole life trying to forget.

We watched him drink his pain away

a little at a time.

Almost every night he would either stay home and drink or go out and drink. If he went out we were often called to come pick him up from the bar, piss drunk and swearing, tears running down his cheeks. Allemagne tried to stop him from getting more alcohol but it was often unsuccessful.

But he never could get drunk enough

to get her off his mind.

We visited him often to make sure he didn't do anything stupid while at home, especially with all the old weapons he and Allemagne had throughout the house. We would listen to him sadly as he cried and cried. He would drink until he passed out and we carried him to bed.

Until the night

There was only one night we can remember that no one was there to watch him. It was probably the stupidest thing we had ever done and we'll never forget it.

He put that bottle to his head

and pulled the trigger.

He finally drank away her memory.

Life is short but this time it was bigger

than the strength he had to get up off his knees.

We came over to visit the next morning. It was eerily quiet in the house as Allemagne was not home yet from where ever he had gone. "Allô? Gilbert êtes-vous ici?" We went upstairs to his room, freezing in the doorway when we saw the contents.

We found him with his face down in the pillow

With a note that said I'll love her till I die.

We gave her the note, our faces almost emotionless. We held a little anger visible in our eyes though, and I know she saw it.

The funeral was a small one, only a collection of Gilbert's closest friends were invited. We buried him at a location he used to go to when he just needed to get away from the world; a large willow tree in the dip of a nearby valley leading down to a lake.

And when we buried him beneath the willow

The angels sang a whiskey lullaby.

We went to pay out final respects and saw her crying at his grave.