A/N: Hi y'all. This would be my first story on here, uploaded a few days late due to fanfiction's rules. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, Comments and Criticism are always welcome.
(EDIT) Totally forgot the disclaimer, so: All characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya

"Champagne, sir?"

Arthur stared blankly at the bartender. "Haven't you ever heard that champagne's for celebrating? No, I'll be having a martini, thanks. Dry. No olive."

"It's New Year's Eve. Why so glum?"

"Just some things I wished to do this year that never got done. And now it's too late."

The girl simply shrugged as she mixed his drink. "Still say you shouldn't be glum. One thing I've learned from working here a while is that you can feed off the energy of others. And everyone else is happy."

"Sometimes, energy isn't enough. Which is why we have spirits-"he raised his newly filled glass "-to help brighten the mood." He tipped his head back, allowing the liquid to pour down his throat. He nodded to her, setting his glass close to the inner edge of the bar.

She shrugged and made him another drink. "Suit yourself."

Arthur drank this one more slowly. He muttered, "Same thing he said as he left. Stupid dreams." Alfred. God, he missed Alfred. But no, he had missed his shot. Alfred had tried, and Arthur had simply pushed him away as he did with everyone else. And so he was alone again on another holiday. Another year simply passed on, and he would be alone forever. It was good for the boy, though. Having been rejected he had found himself someone new, someone who would devote time to him. Someone he had devoted time to. And it would be lovely. They'd probably be together for years to come. More holidays to spend with each other, cuddling tightly and watching as they rang out another year together. They were already sickeningly sweet as a couple, never leaving each others' side. Arthur had missed his shot. And as the final countdown began, he barely heard it, a single tear escaping down his cheek. He had missed it. Alfred would be with that sweet little Japanese man for what would always seem an eternity to him. And as the party poppers went off, and people created a ruckus, Arthur downed the rest of his drink, left his money on the bar, donned his hat, and stepped out into the biting cold. This year would just be another year for him to be alone. Plenty of time for regrets. Happy New Year, indeed.