Safe and Sound

Denmark stared into the bottomless abyss that was his vodka bottle, having long run out of the liquid, but still managing to make the blue eyed nation feel like utter shit. Swirling emotions of chaos and disaster were what glared up at the blonde, leaving him dejected as he sat in the dilapidated booth in the even worse looking bar.

He had come here after yet another fight with Sweden, Norway, and Iceland, the memory of everything they had yelled at him still fresh in his mind.

"You don't need to try to keep us together! We're good here! If anything, you're the one that's ruining everything!"

Denmark cringed visibly as Norway's screams filled his head once more, leaving the bartender that was tending to the blonde to look at him pitifully.

He had seen poor souls like these before, and knew exactly how he felt. So, silently offering a listening ear whilst giving the boy yet another bottle of vodka, the older man started cleaning up the spot beside the boy.

The blonde smiled sadly as the man before him gave him the glass bottle. He placed the empty one before him so the bartender could take it away, but offered no opportunity to actually speak about his problems.

After a few minutes of the man cleaning up the bar, he finally left the blonde alone, making Denmark sigh in relief and start to drink the vodka. Usually he would take beer, but with that, it would take him dozens of bottles to get drunk. Fortunately though, vodka seemed to get him inebriated after only two or so bottles, so that was his pick for the night.

"I don't c're w're y' g'. J'st g'."

Sweden's indifference must have been the worst part of the little confrontation between the Nordics. Sure, Norway's pissed off silence wasn't good, nor were Iceland's screams... But Sweden not caring what happened to the Dane or where he went... That hurt a lot.

"Come on, guys! Please don't fight! Please, Su-San!"

Denmark scoffed as he remembered Finland's pleas to stop fighting, but even they were hollow and unfeeling. It seemed like all his old friends really didn't care about him. Iceland had yelled at him to go to hell, Norway screamed at him to get out, and Sweden to leave. And Finland just looked on, face not even close to faking sadness.

'Sometimes in life, we have to learn to fall~'

A soft song was playing in the run down bar to no audience, most of the patrons either passed out or leaving, the early hour of four in the morning not one when you should be found in a bar. The song was soft and sad, the only instruments in it a drum, some kind of instrument with chords, and the female singer that weaved the melody perfectly.

'To break down and rise, just to go along~'

The Dane shook his head as he felt random tears suddenly prick his eyes, making him let out a shuddery breath.

The vodka was finally taking effect.

'But I don't believe that... You can see my heart breaking... Falling apart at its seams~'

"Hey, buddy, I think you've had enough."

Denmark blinked blearily to look forward, only to find the blurry face of the bartender. The man was of average height with a robust body and full face, a small, graying mustache the only hair on his head. He wore a dingy white apron over work clothes, a dirty towel thrown over his shoulder.

"But..." The Dane started to complain, but he closed his eyes as the room started to spin suddenly. "I'm... I'm n-not doonnee..."

The man shook his head in mild disappointment as Denmark stayed seated on his stool, but did nothing to make him move. If he didn't move on his own accord, the vodka he had drank would just make him fall off.

"If that's what you think, buddy." The bartender them moved away from the blonde, making him sigh in relief and rest his head against the bar.

Some night.

Minutes passed as Denmark finished drinking his bottle alone; the man having gone to the back of the bar for some reason; and he decided that it was time to leave when the bottle somehow stumbled from his fingers and fell to the floor, spilling what was left of its contents.

Just as he was about to get up, the door to the bar opened, making a huge gust of air blow right in Denmark's face and make him fall right out of his stool.

He fell hard on his back, his reflexes too dulled down because of the alcohol to help him in any, and had the breath knocked out of him. As he wheezed to try to get something into his lungs, he heard the hurried footsteps of whoever the new patron was, and suddenly found himself being hoisted up.

"Daniya!"

His spinning head barely allowed him to make out the word that was exclaimed, but his body could clearly make out where he was. Being held up by strong hands on his arm, his back against a strong yet comfortable chest... So strong... Almost like Sweden's...

Denmark blushed bright red at those thoughts, then shook his head to try to get them out of his head, but this resulted in his head spinning even faster.

"Bad idea!" He groaned as he moved his hands to grasp his head, but found that he wasn't able to. "Huh?"

The blonde opened his bloodshot eyes and looked up, gasping slightly as he finally saw who was holding him.

"Are you okay?"

Denmark's mouth opened and closed as his bright blue eyes looked up at a pair of worried violet ones, unsure of what he was to say.

As the blonde floundered for words to say, Russia's worry had yet to be calmed, so he grasped Denmark's arms tightly at held him in front of him.

"Are you okay, Daniya?"

Denmark clamped his mouth shut as soon as Russia said those words, suddenly feeling something he had not in a long time. He actually felt like someone cared about him. Russia's tone... It brought tears to the Dane's eyes.

"Why were you crying, comrade?" Russia tried to get the other to speak, but nothing seemed to work. "Did anyone hurt you?"

Denmark said nothing as Russia continued to question him, just shook his head and allowed the tears to fall from his eyes.

"Did I do anything wrong?" Russia asked in alarm as Denmark started to cry.

"N-no..." Denmark whispered, then did something that surprised them both.

Denmark clasped his hand behind Russia's back and pulled himself towards the larger country. He laid his head on the taller's shoulder and squeezed Russia tightly, starting to feel comfort wash over him.

"Please... Don't leave me..."

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