[A/N] Sorry But Here's A Sad Fic. Listen To The Song Whiskey Lullaby When Reading It. Really Sets The Mood. Again Sorry For The Sadness. I Love You All And Promise A Happy And Nice One Later. Enjoy.

I don't own Hetalia. All belongs to Himaruya-chan

Alfred looked through the photo book on his desk. In the very back was a note he knew would be there. It was always there. The bane of his existence. It was as if he kept looking through the book purposely, knowing the note would be there, but looking thinking that it would all be a dream. But there it was.

'Dear Al,

I am going to marry Sakura. Hope you'll come. You're my best man.

Sincerely, Arthur'

He read it again and again thinking it was all a joke. He took another swig of whiskey. Alfred looked among all the broken and empty beer bottles around his room. This had been going on for a while. He didn't even try to hide it anymore.

"This has gone on too long. I can't stop loving him." He sat down on his bed and looked to the side. His pistol. He tossed it around in his hands until he put it up to his head. He looked over at the picturebook for the last time.

They found him with his face down in the pillow. Over on his desk pasted over the Arthur's note was a note of his own. 'I'll love him til I die'

They buried him beneath the willow tree he and Arthur used to sit at all the time. In the wind you could hear the whispering of the angels song.

'Whiskey Lullaby'

The room was full of crying people. Family and friends of Alfred's. Among them Arthur. They would never know how much he blamed himself. He was quiet. Not daring to let anyone smell the whiskey on his breath. No getting drunk here. No way to forget. He went home with Sakura. "I'll be in the bedroom love. Be right back."

He stepped in and opened the bottom dresser drawer. The pistol. He bought it a few years ago when he started drinking whiskey again. He figured one day it would be of use. He took out a picture of him and Alfred from his wallet. He smiled and began to cry. 'I love you too' he mouthed. He looked over at the gun. He picked it up and held it to his head. Clutching the picture he pulled the trigger.

They found him with his face down in the pillow, clutching his picture for dear life. Finally he had drank away his memory.

They buried him next to Alfred beneath the willow tree. In the wind you could hear the whispering of the angels song.

'Whiskey Lullaby'

In the distance were two people walking hand in hand until they weren't seen anymore.