A/N: More angsting, I feel absolutely terrible for America. DX America blames himself, even though I think he knows that it wasn't entirely his fault.

Hetalia, Denmark, Russia, America, and the Baltics belong to Hidekaz Himaruya

The story, belongs to me.

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We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time

The other nations had noticed the change in the usually boisterous America. Instead of being loud and annoying as he usually was, he had become reserved angry...Spending most of his time in the bars near his home with Denmark. Even Denmark, America's drinking buddy and his 'bro' had noticed the American's sudden change in demeanor. None of the other nations knew what was going on with Alfred F. Jones, many of them thinking that he and Liet had gotten into a real bad fight.

No...None of the other nations knew what had happened. How Russia had somehow broke into his own home while he was away...Forcing the Baltics to go back with him. From what Alfred had been able to tell in the short amount of time in his frantic search of each of the rooms, they all had put up a struggle. Still...Didn't help much since they didn't make it to the hiding spot in time.

Denmark frowned as he watched the blond nation down several shots of whiskey in less than a minute. Alfred was his buddy, his 'bro'...Seeing him like this not only worried him, but the other nations. Denmark watched as America's chin hit the scraped wood of the bar as his eyes closed, a single tear escaping from his tear duct as it rolled down his cheek and hit the wood beneath his chin.

"Alfred...You're my bro...You know you can talk to me. What's going on with you? Did you and Liet get into a fight?" Denmark couldn't help himself but speak up and ask the other nation. He was genuinely concerned for the much younger nation; he had never seen the nation who considers himself to be a hero this depressed. It worried many of the other nations as well, for good reason. The super nation who annoyed many of the nations with his loud nature, but also inspired others to stand up and take control of their own lives...Looked so small and unsure. So...Human.

"...Gone...They're gone Denny..." Alfred whispered as he sat up, taking another glass of whiskey before tipping it upward before downing the amber liquid in one gulp.

"Gone? Who's gone? What're you talking about Al? Don't tell me Lithuania left you..." Denmark said quietly as a frown pulled at his lips, watching as America downed another shot.

"The Baltics...Liet...They're gone. Russia somehow managed to get in my house while I was gone and took them back...That damn fucking communist!" America let out a loud growl as his hands balled into fists, his nails digging into his palms as if to see if he could still feel any sort of emotion, mainly pain. He let out a yell as he slammed his fists on the bar, practically ignoring the stares he was receiving from the other people in the bar. His entire body trembled and shook as his teeth slightly bared, his eyes squeezing shut behind his glasses, "I wasn't strong enough...I couldn't protect them...I broke my promise...To my brothers, to Liet..."

America felt his face fall into his hands as his fingers clawed at the side of his own face. Denmark watched the other nation, stunned at what was coming from America's mouth. He closed an eye as Alfred downed another shot, practically slamming the glass onto the bar before it shattered. The glass shards stuck in his hands as Alfred numbly looked at his horribly cut and bloody hand. Only staring at it as the thick, crimson liquid ran from the cuts on his hand as it ran down his arm and seeped into the wood of the bar below.

The barkeep glared at the two nations, looking toward Denmark, then America, then back at Denmark. "You and your buddy get the hell out of my bar!" He growled as Denmark glared toward the barkeep, hissing as he helped a wasted America get to his feet. "Don't think we'll be coming back." Denmark slung America's arm over his shoulder as he helped him off of his chair, out of the bar, and to get the younger nation's home.

He helped Alfred get inside and laid him down on the couch, watching the super-nation with a look of pure concern on his normally happy face. Denmark frowned as he turned and left the house, closing the door behind him with a shake of his head. "I'm sure he'll get out of this rut...I know how he feels with Norge..." He whispered to himself as he walked down the street to go stay with one of America's states so he could check on the younger nation in the morning.

But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind

Until' the night

A/N: Ok, notes of reference with America and Denmark. The relationship between America and Denmark on the RPG thread is that they are best friends, drinking buddies, and 'bros'. Denmark is America's confidant like America is to Denmark. With that Denmark said about Norway at the end, it refers to the capture of Norway by Sweden. Denmark truly means what he said about knowing what America is going through, and he genuinely concerned for his 'bro'.

Next chapter probably coming tonight or tomorrow.