"Sir would you like another set of shots?" the bartender asked the albino man, holding up a half empty bottle of vodka.
"Ja sure whatever." slurred the man "You might as well just leave the bottle with me I can serve myself."
"Are you sure about that? The bottle's only half empty." He asked uncertain worried the man would waste it.
"I'm not going to waste is." Gilbert promised as is reading the other mans mind "I'm probably gonna ask for another one later." He assured enjoying the look of disbelief on the humans face.
"No Prussia yer not getting another bottle or even the rest of that bottle. Yer getting' on a plane and yer ass is going to back to see Canada." a voice said from behind him. Whipping around he found himself face to face with a very pissed American.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Prussia spat drunkenly, glaring at the blond nation.
"Telling you to take your sorry ass back to Canada."
"Well excuse me but you told me to leave so I left."
"Yes I did but I was wrong, I know that know I'm sorry but that's not going to change anything, only you can do that.
"And what exactly am I supposed to change?" snarled the silverette, grabbing the vodka bottle from the bartender and taking a /long/ swig.
"How fuckin' messed up everything is! Your killing yourself slowly and Mathews killing himself quickly!"
"The one about me yeah that's true but the one about Mattie…" he cringed just saying his name hurt beyond belief "… isn't. He's happy and better off without me." Gilbert then drank even more much to Alfred's worry.
"Oh yeah Gilbert he's so happy and better off he slit his wrists last week because he thought it sound like fun!" America snarled sarcastically at the albino.
The Prussian stared at the blond in front of him as if he'd coughed up a hairball and the bottle of vodka slipped from his hands hitting the ground with a crash "Wh what!" he paled so much that he may as well have been transparent "Why why would he do that!"
"Because he thinks you /don't/ care about him anymore." Alfred explained sadly.
"But I do. I only left because it's better for him that way. He was supposed to get over me!"
"God damn it Gilbert why can't you get this through your thick skull! He can't live without your awesome!"
"All my presence has don't is hurt him."
"And make him the happiest he's ever been in his /entire/ life!" Prussia had no reply to that but America kept going "And if you were the reason he kept getting hurt I wouldn't have found him in a puddle of his own blood! He needs you Gilbert you, his reason, his existence, his reason! He can't live without you and you can't live without him!"
"Your right your right I can't live without him." he sighed looking down at the broken bottle.
"Of course I am now come on lets go." the American smiled.
"Alright." Prussia said standing. He took a wobbly step his eyes drooping then collapsed to the ground in an unconscious heap.
"Gilbert, Gilbert, Prussia!" Alfred cried hitting his knees and picking up the limp man and shaking him slightly "Emergency someone call an Ambulance /now/!" he ordered watching as people took out their phones and dialed frantically
Minutes later America sat in the back of an ambulance watching paramedics on Prussia as they made their way to the hospital.
okay m soooo sorry this took so long i got my internet shut off and a disease called summertime laziness but im not sorry that its short it was ment to be mwahahaha so you guys have to wait to see if he gets better and all that other stuff
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