To The Krystal Cat. Her headcanon: England goes out for a drink with Denmark and Prussia and starts complaining about how everyone things he's insane because of magic. Prussia and Denmark make it their mission to comfort the drunk Brit.
*slowly shakes head* You, madam, are horrible.
-RMS
"How long can a drunk ramble?"
"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure it's been an hour or so."
Both Denmark and Prussia shook their heads at the other before turning in sync to their drunk friend, who was currently the rambling drunk they were discussing moments before.
England, when they first arrived at the bar, was still his usual grouchy, alcoholic self. When he had a few drinks he was pleasant; which was something the Dane and the Prussian never wanted to experience ever again. Ever. Because after pleasant, England became unaware of boundaries and was very... um... affectionate. Which was just plain creepy.
But then something weird happens.
Instead of turning into a kind of bushy-brow France, England became very depressed very fast. He went from Cloud 9 all the way to smashing his face into the table to stifle his sobs about how 'nobody loves him' and he's 'all alone with no one to comfort him' or how 'everyone accuses him of going insane because they JUST CAN'T BELIEVE IN THE MAGIC AND-'. Really, England went off ranting about the last one, using a very loud voice while doing so.
(Thank God he was drunk, or else Denmark and Prussia would have an interesting police conversation staring them in the face.)
When England had continued to ramble for a good hour or so (see conversation above), Denmark and Prussia decided to take one for the team and try to comfort the drunk Brit in his depressed state.
Prussia and Denmark gathered on either side of England at the bar, Denmark slowly easing the drink out of England's hand while Prussia somewhat awkwardly rubbed his back in what was suppose to be a soothing manner. England sniffed before lunging at Prussia and burying himself in Prussia's black shirt. Denmark tried not to laugh as he got his phone out to take a picture of the blackmail worthy scene laid before him.
When Prussia started struggling against England's hold on him, England launched himself backwards into Denmark, the Dane forced to cradle England to his chest, Denmark's arms around the Brit's waist. This time it was Prussia to hold in a chuckle and take an embarrassing blackmail worthy picture.
Turns out that England got the comfort he wanted each time his drinking buddies would push him into the others' arms to take a picture. Guess all he needed was someone to hold him as he already got all his ramblings out earlier.
Friends: The people who drive you home after you've had too much to drink.
Best Friends: The people who take a picture of your drunk self for blackmail.