Alcoholic Syrups (Discontinued)

-Chappie twelve-

Russia's pov

I woke up at my babe,America who still slept,seeming exhausted from our sweet little love game yesterday.
However I was worried.
Not for America but for Germany.
He looked so damaged and scared yesterday.
He kept drifting off,thinking about who knows what.

I still wanted to know what had happened to him to make him end up so messed up.
I turned and looked towards the window beside the bed the both of us were laying on.
..the blinds weren't shut.
'Hope the neighbors didn't watch us last night' I thought to myself but then my thoughts turned back to thinking about Germany and what could've possibly happened to him.

I grasped for a conveniently placed notebook on the nightstand and a pen which was next to the notebook.
It had many messages written down by mostly me.
'Had to go'

'Pain killers on the nightstand'

'Don't trip and fall on your precious ass'

There where a few doodles of me smacking America's sore ass beneath the last written message.
Of course those classic drawings were created by the likes of me and by me.

I thought for a few seconds of what lovely message I could write this time.
'I have to go and stalk my best friend'
I doodled a little thumbs up next to it and chuckled to myself.
I rolled out of the bed and got up,making my way downstairs.
I then met Canada in the kitchen who held a can of oxygen free soda.
He dropped it when he saw me and quickly turned around,grabbing the cart with his oxygen bottle attached to it and walked off.
"Wear something before you come into the kitchen!!" He ordered.
Did he really just give me an order?
I looked down to see the nude,hairy legs of mine and my member of course.
Huh..
I guess I forgot to take on my pants before going.

I turned to go back upstairs with a huge grin on my face after I heard a door slam shut.
Probably Canada's.
I arrived back at America's room and searched for me jeans.
Found them!
Since I can't walk around in a jeans and a dirty T-shirt I looked for my hoodie as well.
When I found both a pulled them over and returned downstairs.
I grabbed my beloved ushanka on the way out.
It smelled like snow but I couldn't spot any.

My seemingly warm breath veiled along my mouth like the threads of smoke from a cigarette while I started making my way to Germany's house.
I preferred not taking any taxi since I didn't have any money with ke anyway and a little jogging in the morning never harmed anyone.
Well the joggers who got hit by a car were harmed but what bad could ever happen to me?

I crossed the street and spotted a car,furiously driving at least 30 miles too fast.
Whoever controlled that car was an idiot and would've hit me but I was quick enough to dodge the car and yell a very child friendly word after them.
"СУКА!!!"
I saw how a mother walked past me,holding her children's ears shut while glaring at me furiously.
Didn't I say it's child friendly?

After almost getting hit by two more cars and a biker I finally arrived at Germany's house.
Jesus this city has a lot of mean and probably drunk people.
Or maybe it's because I walked over red every time?

I knocked on the door but received no response.
I leaned against the door to hear whether he's home or not.
...
Faint sobbing?
Not just faint sobbing.
It was most definitely Germany's faint sobbing.
He used to cry a lot but why did he now?

I resumed knocking on the door.
"Germany, I can hear you in there."
A few seconds later I heard how a lock was unlocked.
Then another and another.
Then finally the door opened and a with reddened eyes German stared at me,holding back his tears.
I knew how much he hated crying in public so I entered without asking.
After Germany closed the door behind me I pulled him into a tight embrace.
"What's wrong,buddy? What got you so messed up?"

He lightly hugged back seeming like he didn't even have the power to hug back.
His sobs grew worse and he started crying out into my chest.
His hands grasped for me shirt and held it tightly like he was a kid who didn't want to lose a balloon.
"I..I.."
"C'mon..you know you can tell your best friend anything..right?"
Germany nodded and tried to calm down but ended up crying even more than before.
"It-it's my fault that..that P-Poland went missing..!"
I looked at him confusedly.
He didn't kidnap him,did he?
I know he was rather affectionate sometimes but he wouldn't deserve to get kidnapped.

I took a deep breath,putting the questions swirling inside my mind in order.
"How did that happen?"
Germany just kept sobbing and whining.
God this might sound rude but he was a crybaby.
Every time something happened to someone he'd feel guilty for it and end up sacrificing himself.
He seemed like he didn't sleep for days which would explain why he kept drifting off but his band aids still bothered me a lot.

I lead him to his own couch and made him sit down.
I sat down beside him and looked into his reddened,tired,sad eyes.
"Take a nap"
"But- but-"
"No buts. As far as I know you,you haven't slept since whatever happened between you and Poland to cause him being missed. You need to sleep and then we'll talk,okay?"
He nodded ones more and slowly let himself fall over, now resting his head on my lap.
What wouldn't I do for my bestest friend..
I gently patted his head and smiled at him.
"Don't worry I'll stay here."
He then seemed to quickly calm down at what I sad and shut his eyes.
Only a few seconds later,faint snores came from Germany.
Was my lap this comfortable?

About an hour and a half of me writing with America and telling him to stay as home and sending Canada pictures of Germany sleeping on my lap making him seemingly jealous Germany finally woke up.
I promised Canada to help him make Germany sleep on the lap of his as well and dedicated me to Germany right after.
"How are you?"
"Better.."
"Do you feel well enough to tell me what happened?"
He nodded and sat up,rubbing his eyes.
"Poland told me there's something important he had to talk about the day Canada left and since it seemed to be important I met up with him at my house.."
He took a little break to put his words back in order and took a deep breath.
"He told me that EU has to go and the both of us would have to manage everything in EU's place but then..he got really close and more affectionate then normally..I didn't want him to be so close to me and pushed him off by habit. I told him that I already have someone to love,Canada and then he said something that truly shattered my heart..'Canada will die anyway'. At that I picked him up and literally threw him out the front door and slammed it shut. Only a few seconds after I threw him out i heard him scream. It was a terrible and anxious scream.. I quickly opened the door again to look what caused the usually brave Polish to scream but he..he was just gone"
"Did you look for him?"
I knew that was a dumb question.
It was Germany.
Of course he'd look for him.

"Yes but I couldn't find him anywhere. I spend multiple days outside looking for him but he was no where to be found. And since I was outside the whole night ,barely dressed my scars started ripping open from the cold. That's why I have so many band aids."
"That explains a lot..how are your injuries doing now?"
Germany pulled his simple white shirt off and pulled one of the band aids off his arm.
The injuries were many but not big.
They didn't bleed anymore and even seemed to get better.
I sighed in relief and motioned him to wrap himself back up.

Only half an hour later I stood up and told Germany I had to return home which was true since my siblings didn't see me since two days ago.
God this day was such a relief.

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I couldn't stop thinking about the song there's nothing left to say now from imagine dragons while writing this XD