Hetalia Drabbles

Its obvious (FRUK) *songfic*

Disclaimer: I do not own the following work of fiction.

This is not the end,

This is not the beginning,

Just a voice like a riot

Rocking every revision

But you listen to the tone

And the violent rhythm,

Though the words sound steady,

Something empty's within 'em,

We say "Yeah!"

With fists flying up in the air,

Like we're holding onto something

That's invisible there,

'Cause we're living at the mercy of

The pain and the fear

Until we dead it, forget it,

Let it all disappear.

1:00pm

England sighed as he looked at his phone. No one ever texted or called him, ever. Not ever since Canada gained his independence. It wasn't anyone's fault but his own. At first he wanted it to be this way, alone.

He set his phone down on his mahogany desk. Sitting in his king sized bed, not even to yet again change his pajamas that he has worn for over a week now. He hasn't showered for a couple days.

Tomorrow I have to wake up early and fix myself, he thought bitterly.

Arthur had a world meeting, which he loved and hated. He loved them because it gave him something to do and see people again. He also hated them because it always reminded him how useless he was. He would never usually admit it, but he even missed France. Messing with him was always aggravating but he missed it. Interacting with society.

"Damn frog face.." He hissed with a tear threatened to spill over.

He sat there staring at his wooden floors. Before breaking down once again. His heart couldn't take anymore loneliness. He buried his face into his hands and started to cry loudly. His hands buried in the greasy matter hair sticking up everywhere.

"Screw it..." He said hoarsely. He got up and when down the flight of steps to his living room. He opened his "special" cabinet full of liquor. He didn't bother getting a cup to monitor himself, he wanted this. He got three bottles and went back up into his room and sat down on his bed. He opened one of the fancy wine bottles and whispered "cheers.." While raising to slightly as if toasting it to someone.

Waiting for the end to come...

Wishing I had strength to stand...

This is not what I had planned...

It's out of my control....

Flying at the speed of light,

Thoughts were spinning in my head.

So many things were left unsaid.

It's hard to let you go...

He downed half of the liquor bottle within 10 minutes, and he was already drunk. Looking at the bottle, he remembered the time he was with Alfred at a bar. Poor bastard didn't know what to do with me, he laughed at the thought.

"England, dude? Are you okay?" Asked a worried American.

The drunk Englishman slowly looked over at let out a dark chuckle. "Am I okay? I swear Alfred, you're more dense than I thought.." He shook his head and kept drinking his disgusting beer.