Summary: Prussia, Denmark and England found themselves wallowing their pity at the same bar after a meeting.
Their have more common points than they thought.

Warning: Angst, swear, and mute!Denmark

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*England POV*

CLANK

"Uuuuuuugh...I hate them all..."

Here was I, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, or Britan for short, once again drinking my ass off in a bar.
It must be my...my...3rd or 4th pint of ale...Whatever!
So, I was drowning myself in the alchool, because I just wiped an other bloody World meeting. Always the same things. Always the general brawl who lead to a psedo WWIII.

And...

Always the same insults thrown at my face...

/Black sheep of Europe...bushy brows...always delirious with his imaginary friends...bad cooker.../

"GNAAAAARGH! Let me be for God's Sake!" I slammed my 6th pint

"Kesesesesese! Happy to see you too Britain."
I whirled around for seeing Prussia and Denmark, as drunk as me.

"Bloody bad day for you too?" I grunted
Denmark nodded quietly with a heavy sigh. It sounded very raspy. I frowned but said nothing on the moment.

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*3rd POV*

The three men were seated at a booth, over some fish and chips and water, for sobbering themselves.

"So?" Britain started. "What bring you to the bar of shame?"

"Well...the usual." Prussia grumbled with a sigh coming from Denmark.

"How so?" The Brit asked, chewing on his chips.

"Being an ex-nation and albino result to alway have the same sentences." Prussia said with a non-plused expression. "How can I still be alive...Freak of the nature who shouldn't exist anymore..."
The Dane and the Brit were horrified.

"And icing on the cake, I met Hungary frying pan because she thought I was bugging Specs..." Prussia rubbed the back of his neck

"This bloody insane! And you didn't tell your brother about that?" Britain exclaimed.

"I piss him off more than anything." Prussia said sadly, Denmark nodded in understanding.

"You're very quite today Denmark." Britain frowned.
"Ja. Even during the meeting." Prussia added.

Denmark pointed his throat before signing a cut.

"You can't bloody speak anymore?!" Dane shook his head sadly
"But...how?" Prussia asked, feeling bad.

[Necktie] Mathias signed

The others understood immediatly.

[But please...don't blame him...If I haven't been so stupid then - ]

"That's not a bloody reason!" Britain was angry. "You lost your voice forever! Some nation might take advantage of it!"

[Yeah, right...but...sometimes I think...I just exist for people annoyance.]
"I thought the same thing..." Prussia muttered
"So do I..." Britain said. "And they bloody let us know."

Hi hi, PW here.

Sorry for having been inactive for soooo long.

I was mostly on DeviantArt, under the name IggyAlfi2319.

So now, I'm transfering my fic here for the ones who prefer FanFiction.

The picture is mine but not Hetalia.

PW out ~