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Don't Just Drink Away Your Problems (Part 2) || Canada x Ukraine

finally, after a few years or something, i continue this
angst
also, edit from the original part. canada had a bit more than half a bottle of whiskey, can't have him dying lol.
tw for alcohol, smoking, extreme dissociation self harm, and suicide idealization/attempt
if you are ever feeling any of these sort of things, please contact a helpline

(i also recently learnt canadians also speak english...)

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Ukraine sighed heavily, holding Canada's hands in his own, tears were threatening to fall. He didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do but just be there. What had gone wrong, what did he do wrong? Why couldn't he have protected Canada? Was he not a good enough friend? What could have done different? Was it his fault? Why did this have to-

Ukraine's frantic thoughts were cut off as his eyes landed on Canada's wrists, poorly bandaged and blood-stained. There wasn't a word that he could manage to spew out, just a shaky breath as he pulled Canada into a tight hug. Alcohol was strong in his breath, labored from a wheeze of cigarette.

"Що сталося?" (What happened?) Ukraine asked, feeling no response from Canada who was still blank, a drunken haze flashing over his expression with tears, he couldn't even comprehend why he was crying. Ukraine let go of the hug, Canada's limp body fell back, his mind slipping away. There he was, suspended in moment, the world a blur of only jumbled shapes and colors. Everything was spinning, Canada placed his hands on his own shoulders, staring from behind like a ghost in his own body. A muffled cry from another was heard, the static of the world painting itself in deep agony, the weight of his body was so heavily, pulling him deeper, deeper, yet everything still slipped away. What was that strong feeling on his hands? Sharp pains were everywhere but on his own body, a sting in the air that rumbled in his mind.

"Нада, будь ласка, відкрийте очі." (Nada, please, open your eyes.) When were they shut in the first place? Canada could see just fine. He saw the disapproving face of his father, the mocking smile of America. Shooting stars flashed before him, with red with tails that didn't go away. Clouds blew in, hiding the comets for short periods before the light of the streaks shone through again.

Everything froze. The world spun faster than ever, crashes of light and a face of terror filled the view. It fell into the dark spiral of hell. Where was he? Where's the ground? Who is that? Where did...

The moon was full, it's cheerful light shining down onto the street. There wasn't a car in sight, not this deep into the country. In the distance was the hoot of an owl, two lovers close in each other's comfort. Cradled in nature's love bloomed flowers, the colorful petals vivid against the dark grass. A gentle breeze swept through the air, bringing spring cheer, a flowery scent filling Canada's nose. He was alone, completely alone. Gravity from the sky was pounding down on him, grounded and trustful. He stood on a bridge overlooking a rushing river, his favorite place to play as a child. The breeze edged him forward, his legs bound to the edge of the bridge, his arms staying latched to the feeble rope that made a barrier. Under the moonlight spun his thoughts, the world screaming and swept away by the wind. Then it was all falling. It was cold, a blanket of water latching to his body like a leech, tendrils of held back pain sweeping him away. Memories flashed before him in an instant.

The laugher of children filled the air, Canada laughing at his older brother, USA, the family's small dog chasing him. France called out, "America, be careful around the river!" France always worried for his children.

Shock spread across France's body like a heat flash, denial and pain in his eyes. The heart monitor was the only noise in the room, worried family surrounding the bed where Canada rested. How lucky they were to not have lost him... the monitor went flat.

In a heartbeat Canada was home, he was safe. In front of him was Ukraine, eyes tired from worry. The moonlight was at it's brightest point, the night sky painted with kisses of stars. How long had it been? His head hurt badly, every inch of his body hurt. A word couldn't be spoken, nothing could break the piercing silence of Canada's empty stare. When was their tears that stained his cheeks? The bandages were clean now, white and fresh, the scars were healing, but very slowly. Ukraine held Canada's hand, gently rubbing his thumb on the other's palm, a calming contrast to the pain that throbbed in Canada's head. The world began to spin again, his breath rising. Caring arms wrapped around him, jolting him back to reality. There were tears falling onto his jacket, Ukraine trying to hide the fact he was terrified for Canada, terrified for what happened to his friend. The glass wasn't on the ground anymore, that was a relief. Somehow, words couldn't be formed still, just the two staring at each other.

Canada looked down before whispering, his voice hushed.
"I'm sorry."

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HEHAHAHAH CLIFFHANGER. ENJOY YOUR ANGST, PART 3 WILL (HOPEFULLY) BE COMING SOON.
proud to say i've gotten better at writing