WHAT IS THIS?! Just as this story was starting to get good, it fucking falls of the face of the earth?! What kind of sham author just goes off and leaves a story unfinished without saying anything?! Why, I've never been so disappointed in all my life! Shame soon this author! SHAME!

…So, *looks around empty room*, It's been awhile. Almost, *looks at notes*, TWO YEARS?! What the hell me?! Okay, but for real my computer hasn't worked in almost 2 years, my life has been in shambles because of course it is, I fell out of the fandom for awhile, and I think I heard about new stuff for the main series, and I haven't gotten a chance to look into that due to school and work. I haven't been keeping up for so long dude. Hell, next thing you know I'm going to find out Italy and Germany actually got together or something. Where am I?! What's going on?! I am sorry for taking so long to update though. Seriously, I never meant to leave like a dad going out for milk. Is anyone still even here? I log back in onto my account and I have people asking where I went. Anyways, I'm so, So sorry, and while I make no promises on quick updates, I will try and finish this story. Fuuuuuck, I'm going to have to look back through my notes! Why the hell did I write so many plots?! Past me, why did you leave me with so much to doooo?!

OKAY, DID I REALLY LEAVE BEFORE THE DRUNK CHAPTER?! IM AN ASSHOLE! AND IM ONLY ON DAY 11?! I'M STILL ON DAY 11?! ARHHHHHHHHHH! AND I CANT. FIND. MY. NOTES. ONLY CHARACTER RELATIONSHIP MAPS! AAAAAAAARHHHHHHHHH! WAIT, OH SHIT MY NOTES ARE ON THE BROKEN COMPUTER. NOOOOOOOOOO! Fuck it we're doing it live! I SAID WE'RE DOING IT LIVEEEE! *JUMPS OFF TABLE*

Anyways, here's the next chapter. Sorry if my writings a bit clunky, I'm rusty. T-T Please don't kill me.

"When you said that you had a place in mind…" Ivan said with a raised eyebrow at the old stone staircase leading down an alleyway that wasn't lit, "I was not expecting to be lead to a place where traitors get shot."

"Oh please, there's no need to be so dramatic." Alfred said, throwing Ivan an amused glance as he confidently walked down the staircase. "If I wanted to kill you I would have pushed you into the river. Less evidence that way. Nah, this place is the best." Alfred said with a mischievous grin, beckoning Ivan to follow him.

Ivan hesitated, glanced back at the bustling street behind with its lights and crowds of people, before shrugging and following Alfred down. At first, he couldn't see much in front of him, but after a few seconds his eyes adjusted and he saw Alfred leaning against the wall with a smirk next to an ancient looking wooden door. There wasn't any signs or any indications that the door held anything of interest behind it, only a small welcome mat on the ground that gave away that it wasn't completely abandoned.

Alfred gestured for Ivan to join him, and as soon as Ivan caught up with him, Alfred grabbed a rusty key from his key chain and put it into and equally rusted door lock. After jiggling the key for a minute in the lock, the door finally clicked, and with a quick but solid push Alfred opens the door and they walked into a dark room, with only the meager light from the alleyway illuminating the first few steps into the room.

"Man," Alfred said with a cough, waving away the dust that he had just kicked up, "It's been awhile since the last time I used this place. I think the lights still work in here, let me just.." Alfred pointed at the opposite end of the room, and before Ivan could say anything Alfred had already kicked the door closed behind them and bounced forwards with his usual enthusiasm and was swallowed up in the dark. After a few seconds, Ivan heard a click, and blinked as a dim orange light came on and he was finally able to take in his surroundings. He didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't what looked to be an old bar that looked like it came out straight out of the Sixty' was an old wooden bar in the left corner of the room, and much to his surprise the shelves behind it were still full of spirits. There were a few wooden seats and stools lining the bar, most of them were worn and dusty, but other than that looked to be in good shape. Scanning the rest of the room, he saw that most of what he presumed where the tables and chairs were stacked up against the opposite wall from the door, where Alfred was standing. Most of of the furniture was covered up in white sheets, except for a few chairs similar to the ones at the bar. Looking down at the old red carpet, he was amused to see that it too looked like it came from sixties. As he moved, small clouds of dust followed him. Glancing up to see where the light was coming from, he saw uncovered light bulbs hanging from the ceiling. It looked as though this place was locked up one day and no one ever came back.

"Should I worry about lead in the paint?" Ivan asked in amusement, and Alfred paused for a moment before shrugging.

"Maybe?" He said with half smile as he made his way towards the bar. "As long as you don't lick the walls you should be good though."

"I was expecting something a bit more lively." Ivan admitted, strolling up to one of the seats at the bar. After he wiped the dust off of one of them he sat down. "What is this place?"

"I'm sure you were." Alfred agreed as he went behind the bar and started to pick up some of the box's behind the counter. "As for what this place is, or was should I say was," Alfred corrected himself, dropping two large boxes on the counter with a puff of dust, "this was my office during the Cold War."

Ivan stared at Alfred as the younger nation started to pull out clean glasses out of the box's, like he didn't just drop a bomb shell on him. "You're office?!" Ivan asked in disbelief, turning around and staring at the room again with a new found interest in his surroundings. "You are not talking about-"

"The office where I kept my really juicy and deadly secrets, like my plans on how to win the space race and how to blow you up to kingdom come?" Alfred replied with a chuckle, looking up at Ivan with a bitter sweet smile. "Nah, that office doesn't exist anymore. That one was in D.C., and was shut down in 1992. Nah, this was my private office. You know, where no one could see me drinking myself to death."

Ivan frowned, and turning back to look at Alfred who was still giving him that bitter sweet look. "I thought you gave up drinking during the Cold War." Ivan asked in confusion.

Alfred let out a bark of laughter. "Yeah, everyone thinks that. Yeah, I was ordered by the heads to stop drinking so I could keep my head straight after the Red Scares, cause you know…" Alfred spun his finger at his head, "I kinda lost my mind for a bit. For some reason they thought it was the booze and not the people or stress affecting my moods, but I can't really blame them. Normal people don't usually change their personality because of how their citizens are feeling at the time. So I bought this bar under the table and drank myself stupid almost anytime I wasn't in D.C. To be fair, the thought that I may be blown up any day by you didn't help, and I sure as hell wasn't going to be sober when it did happen."

"You bought a whole bar just so you could get drunk?" Ivan asked in concern.

"Well, it was either that or drink in public, and let me tell you, I was in no position to get that drunk in public. I kind had to deal with people trying to kill me, so I thought a more private place was a better option." Alfred admitted with a shrug.

"Did it help?" Ivan asked.

"A little." Alfred admitted as he turned around and started to scan the bottles on the shelves. "I gave up the hard drinking right after the Cuban Missile Crisis, but the last time I used this place was about 5 years ago I think. Not for anything serious," Alfred added when he saw Ivan's face fall a bit, "Just because this is where I store my good drinks when the government gets on my ass about being underaged. This place is totally off the books, so they have no idea it exists. No one did."

"Does that mean-"

"Yep." Alfred said, picking up one of the bottles on the shelf and examining the label. "You're the first one here. Congratulations." He turned to Ivan with a smirk. "Be honored, I don't usually share the good stuff with people. Here, catch." Ivan caught the bottle Alfred tossed him and looked at the label.

"Whiskey?" Ivan asked in amusement.

"What can I say, I like the classics." America said with a shrug. Alfred pulled over one of the stools behind the bar so Ivan and him where facing each other, and opened another box he had pulled out from under the counter and started pulling out shot glasses and lining them up in front of each other. "So, what kind of drinking game are we going to play?" Alfred asked. "And just for the record, I'm not doing truth or dare. That game's too dangerous with you. You might get all my state secrets." Alfred joked.

"Oh no, and here I thought I would rule the world." Ivan teased, picking up one of the glasses to examine it. "How about ask a question, answer a question."

"How does that work?"

"I ask a question, any question and you either answer it or take a shot. It is a simple game, but fun." Ivan explained as he poured himself a shot. He put the glass on the bar and slid it to Alfred, who caught it with a thoughtful look. "Would you like to try?"

"Seems simple enough. What the hell, why not. You wanna go first?" Alfred said.

Ivan thought for a moment. "What's the worst movie you've ever seen?"

"Oh, we're starting easy huh?" Alfred asked with a hint of humor in his voice. "I've seen a lot of bad movies. The worst would probably have to be Food Fight though. It was a really bad CGI movie that almost made me give up watching movies. My turn. Where the hell do you get your pipes from? You always seem to have one."

"I find them here and there. Usually I tear them out of the ground." Ivan said.

"That's really weird dude." Alfred said with a chuckle. "Your turn."

"How many cars do you own?"

"Do I have to take a shot if I don't know the answer?"

"Yes."

"Damn." Alfred said with a huff, and knocked back the shot. He put the glass upside down in front of him with a hiss. "Damn that burns."

"How do you not know how many cars you own?" Ivan asked, giving Alfred an unimpressed look.

"I have a lot of cars. I've been buying them since they were invited dude. So sue me. My turn. What's your favorite book?"

"If you give a mouse a cookie." Ivan said.

"The children's book?" Alfred asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It is cute."

"Can't argue with that. Alright, your turn."

_LATER_

"Oh come on, just one more!" Whined Alfred, trying and failing to reach the bottle Ivan was holding over his head.

"We have been here for three hours. It is almost midnight. I think it would be best if we returned home for the night." Ivan said gently, but Alfred just stubbornly puffed out his cheeks at him.

"But we were having fun!" Alfred complained, crossing his arms and pouting. Ivan glanced down at the many, many shot glasses strewn across the counter and couldn't help but agree. They had been having fun, and Ivan couldn't deny he had a pretty good buzz going, but they had also been out all day, and Ivan was starting to get a little tired.

"Come on." Alfred huffed, reaching out and poking Ivan's cheek. "We haven't had any fun this last week. it's still really early. Don't be an old man."

"I am an old man."Ivan replied, smacking Alfred's hand off his face.

"You don't have to act like one though." Alfred said, sneakily trying to reach for the bottle in Ivan's hand again.

"I do not think so." Ivan said, and he held the bottle up even higher over his head.

"Stop cheating. You know I can't reach up that high." He stood up to try get more height, but Ivan just leaned back farther in his seat. Alfred glared at Ivan, who gave Alfred a cocky smile. For a moment Alfred glanced at Ivan, then the bottle like he was contemplating something. Then with a huff, he leaned over the bar and tried to swipe at the bottle again, only for Ivan to lean back further again. This went on for a couple more seconds, with each swipe Alfred made only resulting in Ivan leaning further and further away.

"I do not think you are going to win." Ivan said, trying not to laugh at the frustrated expression on Alfred's face.

"We'll see about that." Alfred said, and to Ivan's surprise Alfred clambered up onto the bar and balancing on his knees, he started to use both hands to try and grab at Ivan. He placed one hand on Ivan's shoulder to keep him in place and tried to reach for the Whiskey with the other. "No more scooting back for you!"

"Wait, this chair does not have a back on it!" Ivan said, in alarm as the stool under him started to wobble dangerously underneath him as he tried to sit back up again.

"Just a bit more-"

"Alfred, get off!"

"Why, so you can escape?"

"No, because you are pushing me off the chair! I am going to-"

"Ha! Got you!" Alfred yelled triumphantly, snatching the bottle out of Ivan's hand, but just then there was a sudden crack, and Ivan found himself falling backwards as the stool broke underneath him. In a panic, he reached out and grabbed onto Alfred's coat, and with a yell of surprise Alfred tumbled after him over the counter with him. Several of the shot glasses fell with them, and as they shattered on the ground around them Ivan left out a grunt of pain as his back slammed into the ground, then a cry of pain as Alfred head butted his stomach. Alfred let out his own cry of pain as his hand landed on one of the shards of glass from the bottle on the floor as he attempted to soften his fall. A cloud of dust was kicked up from the fall, filling the air in seconds. Finally, they settled on a heap on the floor, their limbs tangled up together.

For a few seconds, the echos of the crash bounced around the room, until finally everything went quiet again, with only the sound of whisky dripping off the counter behind them. Ivan tried to catch his breath for a few seconds, as it had been knocked straight out of him. Finally, a hiss of pain from Alfred made him crack open one of his eyes, and he saw Alfred clutching his left hand to his chest. Alfred had landed so that he was lying over Ivan's chest, but he didn't seem to realize as he had his eyes screwed shut from the pain.

"Are you alright?" Ivan asked after a few seconds, finally getting enough air back into his lungs to talk again.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Alfred said with a grimace, trying and failing to hide his wince as he tried to open his hand. "You good?"

"Give me a few minutes, and I will be." Ivan admitted.

For a few seconds, they laid on the floor, then Alfred let out a snort of laughter. Ivan felt his mouth twitch upwards.

"I fail to see the humor in this, comrade."

"Come on, it's a little funny."

"No it is not." Ivan said, lifting up his head enough to give Alfred an amused look. "Do you have any idea how much alcohol you have wasted?"

"I don't know, maybe five hundred dollars or so? Aw, screw it. I can get more." Alfred said, opening his eyes and giving Ivan a lopsided grin. "I know this great place that gives out bottles of the stuff if you have the right connections. Maybe you could hook us up?" Alfred teased.

Ivan just shook his head fondly at the younger nation. With a exaggerated sigh, he let his head fall back onto the floor. "I will never go drinking with you again. You are worse than England." He declared.

"Aw, come on, I'm not that bad."

"You are."

"Am not."

"You are."

"Am not!"

"For all of England's faults, he has never head butted me to the ground."

"I mean…oh alright, but at least I'm not crying about not knowing which soccer team to support."

"That was a little odd." Ivan admitted. Sighing, Ivan started to sit up a bit. "Is your hand okay?" He asked as he pulled Alfred up with him so that they were both sitting up straight. Alfred was still on his lap, but Alfred was too busy looking at his hand, which had blood dripping off of it, to notice.

"I don't think I'll need stitches, but it's bleeding kind of hard. I don't think there's glass in it either, thank god. It's an absolute pain in the ass to get that out once the wound closes." Alfred said with a frown. "Shit, I don't have anything to bandage it with though."

Looking down at his coat, Ivan grimaced as he saw bloody hand prints and blood drops covering the front of it. Alfred frowned at Ivan's expression, then looking down he grimaced as well.

"I'm going to be real with you. If anyone sees you like that they're going to think you murdered someone. Maybe you should take that off before you leave." Alfred suggested.

"That is probably a good idea." Ivan hummed. Shaking his head, he reached down and started to rip some strips of cloth off of one of the sleeves, and Alfred raised an eyebrow when Ivan gestured for Alfred to give him his hand.

"Bruh, I didn't mean to destroy it. We could have bleached it or something."

"I have another at home. Hand."

"Whatever." Alfred said, surrendering his hand over and Ivan started to wrap it. "Are you sure you're okay though?" Alfred asked after a minute, looking over Ivan with a concerned frown. "You did get kind of jostled when you fell."

"I've had worse." Ivan said with a shrug as he tightened up the bandage, making Alfred wince.

Nodding, Alfred let out a huff, and leaned into Ivan's chest as he finished tying up his hand. "I'm not going to clean up this mess by the way."

"Oh?" Ivan replied, letting go of Alfred's hand and giving him a fond look. "How come?"

"It's too late. Plus, I don't have any brooms or stuff down here. I'll just do that next I come here."

"You just do not want to clean up, do you?" Ivan said with a low laugh. Alfred felt his chest shaking underneath him as he did so, and he couldn't help but laugh as well, looking up at Ivan with his own smile.

For a moment, grey and blue eyes met, and Alfred couldn't help but admire them. They were so soft, unlike the usually cold glares he had gotten from them in the past, and for a moment he felt his heart melt a little. Then with a jolt of shock, he blinked hard. What the hell? Where had that come from?

"Alfred, are you okay? Did I hit your hand? Ivan asked with a frown. "You just jumped."

"Huh?" Alfred asked looking down at his hand. "Did I?"

"Yes. Did you hit your head too?" Ivan joked, tapping his knuckles on Alfred's head. "Earth to Alfred."

"Stop that." Alfred said, pushing Ivan's hand off of him. "Alright, let's get up. I think it's time we bounced. If we don't get back soon, Hero's going to start clawing the furniture." Alfred said cheerfully, but was trying to avoid looking at Ivan's eyes again. Alfred pushed off of Ivan's lap carefully so he wasn't kneeling in the glass, then finally got back on his feet. Offering his good hand to Ivan, he pulled the older nation up.

"Thank goodness, my legs were falling asleep." Ivan said as he pulled off his coat and threw it onto the now broken stool.

"I'm not that heavy." Alfred protested, grabbing his own coat and keys off of the counter. "Stop being so dramatic."

"I am not being dramatic, I am only telling the truth."

"Rude." Alfred grumbled, reaching over and switching off the light switch next to him. "Come on, we've only got a minute before the lights shut off. Let's go home."

As they left, Alfred paused at the door, frowning at the floor where he and Ivan had been sitting. He stood there until the lights went out, but his eyes never left that spot. Only when Ivan called for him to hurry up from the other side of the alleyway did Alfred shake his head.

"Must have been the booze." He muttered to himself as he closed the door.

A/N: Sooo, it's a short chapter, but there's fluff and stuff so maybe you won't kill me. :3 Hopefully the next chapter will be longer since we're finally done with DAY 11! Wooo! The next chapter will come out soon, but let me try and figure out where I was going here. I have most of the plot memorized still, I just need to re-familiarise myself with the 5 billion plots I've laid out and try and remember at what stage of the story I left all the characters. I'm also still rusty from not writing in 2 years, so hopefully this chapter isn't too terrible a read. Anyways, I'M BACK!