Why? WHY, goddammit?
[Name] clutched the glass in her hand and let out another choked sob. How long could she keep doing this? She let her head fall into her arms, resting on her kitchen counter.
It had been weeks since anyone saw her, probably. Not that she had kept track of time since then.
She couldn't keep doing this. She was running out of ways to cope, and by that, she meant bottles of whiskey. She'd have to either… confront her problems, or… she didn't know. She clutched the glass tighter and let the feeling run from her fingers until her hand just went limp. She relished the sensation.
[Name] was too lost in her own mind and the booze that she didn't even notice the blonde nation enter her house.
"[Name]…" Ludwig nearly growled, although it was accompanied by a sigh. He shook his head but strode forward, removed the glass from her hand and the bottle from the counter. Finally then did she notice him.
She looked up at him with broken eyes.
"Tell me"
He sat next to her, and with every sob into his shoulder, she was one step better to being alright again.
"Dear Maria, count me in,
There's a story at the bottom of this bottle,
And I'm the pen"