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"Al, just come on. Once you get a few drinks in you you'll realize it's better this vey!"
"Oui, Alfred, just try and get your mind off of 'er."
"She wasn't that great anyway, amigo."
Empty words, all of them, and Alfred knew it. These three were some of the same friends that were so surprised when (Name) agreed to go out with him, telling him how great she was and how he was so lucky. He couldn't look them in the eyes, keeping his bright blue irises glued to the ground in front of him. He was walking at a steady pace with Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio, though he wasn't sure why. The last thing he wanted was to forget (Name). After all, it was his fault that he was in this situation. Remembering what led up to his crushing breakup he gritted his teeth, only to receive a sharp elbow in his upper arm.
"Ow! Gilbert, dude!" he protested, snapping out of it and looking over to his albino friend.
"Kesesese," he laughed that odd laugh of his, "you vere spacing out! I had to get your attention somehow!"
Alfred raised a brow only to realize that he had stopped walking, and was in front of one of the local bars. He sighed, really not in the mood at the moment, but he knew that the trio wouldn't let him leave when they brought him this far.
"Now come on, mon ami," Francis started inside, leading Alfred and the other two inside.
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Alfred couldn't focus, and though he was managing a conversation with his three friends, he didn't remember a word coming out of his mouth. The night drug on, and once he'd had a few drinks, Alfred's state only went from bad to worse, making the so called Bad Touch Trio regret this decision to get his mind off of (Name).
"Dudes, that'll totally work~! I mean, if I jus' tell 'er for real then she'll take me back! Riiigh'?" the American slurred, clearly delusional. Francis, holding his alcohol much better, was still in a clear state of mind, and sighed.
"Mon ami, I think you 'ave 'ad one too many, non? You aren't thinking straight…" the Frenchman's voice trailed off. He knew for a fact that, like this, (Name) wouldn't listen to a word that Alfred said, at least not seriously.
"Maybe this was not such a good idea." Antonio mumbled to Gilbert and Francis, who nodded.
"Ja, let's get him out of here before he tries anything stupid." Gilbert suggested, hoisting Alfred up from the bar stool."
"Woah, guys, where we goin'?" he slurred at them, stumbling even with Gilbert's support.
"We are taking you home, mon ami." Francis stated simply, and Alfred suddenly jerked away from them.
"No way, dudes! I'm gonna go find (Name)! She's gotta hear me out!" he attempted to sound completely serious, though the obvious slur in his voice was making it hard.
"Now, amigo, you're in no state to--" Antonio was cut off by his American friend snapping back at him.
"You can't stop me! Forget you guys!" With that, he ran off, miraculously able to keep his balance enough to run past them and out of the door, albeit knocking someone over in his daze.
"We can't let him go out there like zat!" Francis quickly pursued the American, followed by Antonio and Gilbert, only to find that he had managed to get out of their line of sight by the time they got outside.
"Come on, let's get the car and look around for him." Gilbert waved to them, hoping they could find their younger friend before he managed to get himself hurt.
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"(Name)! (Name)! …Oh come onnn, how far could she be?" Alfred clung to the chainlink fence to hold his wobbling legs up. It had been nearly an hour since he ran out of the bar, and his impaired sense of direction had led him nowhere fast. He had no idea where he was, though the stubborn young man was still determined to find (Name)'s house. He squinted, unable to see clearly, and released the fence at the end to favor the brick wall that continued where it left off.
"Gotta…be here somewhere… I know the way there, righ'?" Alfred tried to convince himself. He kept his tired, unsteady feet moving until the sturdy brick wall ended, leaving his hand to grope around in thin air for something to lean on, and failing, sending the blonde crashing to the ground.
"Oww..." he whined, pushing himself up into a sitting position. He sat there for a moment, then something clicked in his foggy mind.
"Oh! I shoulda called 'er! Riiiight." he grinned, shifting to fumble for his phone in his pocket. He was able to remember that (Name) was his first speed dial, which he quickly dialed and held the phone up to his ear.
(Name) didn't pick up, much to Alfred's dismay, but he wasn't deterred yet. When the tone for the answering machine beeped in his ear, he started rambling out words faster than he thought he even could.
"(Name)! Y' gotta pick up if you're there! I gotta tell ya that I love ya and I dunno what I was thinkin'! I was tryin' to come tell you this in person… Where do ya live again? Oh, well, that's not what I wanted t' ask…" Alfred trailed off, looking around as he tried to figure out where he was. A loud clattering sound started to muffle his thoughts and he squinted, feeling a sudden wind blowing past his head and stinging at his eyes.
"(N-Name)! Jus'…jus' call me back, okay?" he finally yelled over the loud sound nearby, which he couldn't make out, and sighed as he hung up the phone.
She's gotta take me back after that, right? he thought, though at this point he could only hope.
And my mates are all there trying to calm me down
'Cause I'm shouting your name all over town
I'm swearing if I go there now
I can change your mind turn it all around
And I know that I'm drunk but I'll say the words
And she'll listen this time even though they're slurred
So I dialed her number and confessed to her
I'm still in love but all I heard was nothing…
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Edit: Part II posted!
Wow, another reader insert already. Well, as the title states, this was spawned from listening to The Script's song "Nothing" on repeat. For four hours straight. Yeah. I kept imagining this scene and was finally like, "DANGIT, I HAVE TO FREAKING WRITE IT DON'T I."
Ok, for the record, I have never been drunk, and don't have the guts to ask anyone I know what it's like. SO, if the part with Al being drunk sounds totally dumb, that's why. I'm going purely off movie and TV knowledge of drunk people. So DON'T KILL ME. xD
And why the BTT? 'Cause...I dunno. I pictured them being the kind to try and ease Al's worries with liquor. xD So sorry if any of this seems weird, it's just how I pictured it happening.
I hope you enjoy it anyway~
Part II: [link]
Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya~
Wow, another reader insert already. Well, as the title states, this was spawned from listening to The Script's song "Nothing" on repeat. For four hours straight. Yeah. I kept imagining this scene and was finally like, "DANGIT, I HAVE TO FREAKING WRITE IT DON'T I."
Ok, for the record, I have never been drunk, and don't have the guts to ask anyone I know what it's like. SO, if the part with Al being drunk sounds totally dumb, that's why. I'm going purely off movie and TV knowledge of drunk people. So DON'T KILL ME. xD
And why the BTT? 'Cause...I dunno. I pictured them being the kind to try and ease Al's worries with liquor. xD So sorry if any of this seems weird, it's just how I pictured it happening.
I hope you enjoy it anyway~
Part II: [link]
Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya~
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