Francis gently shook the glass of wine resting in his palm. He stared melancholically at the dark red liquid swaying back and forth in the glass.

Arthur was snoring loudly to the left of him on the bar.

Loud shouting and laughter filled the pub room, along with glass clinking with glass and the occasional sound of a person falling off a chair.

Alfred was laughing abnoxiously to the right of him as Yao was trying to run away from Ivan behind Francis.

Francis let out another sigh and that was when Alfred took notice.

"Hey dude!" He threw his arm over Francis without paying attention to his noticeable discomfort.

"Not now, Alfred..." Francis muttered.

Alfred blinked then began to laugh again. He dropped his head near Francis and screamed into his ear.

"IS IT ABOUT (NAME), DUDE?!"

Francis winced, "Not now, mon ami-"

"AHAHAHAHAAHAHA I KNEW IT!!!" Alfred slammed his beer bottle onto the bar, producing a dull thump.

"I don't see anything funny about it, Américain."*

"Oh so you two broke up?" Alfred asked, as if were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yes, mon ami..." Francis said sadly.

"Aw, that's too bad dude! I thought you two were totally hitting it off!"

Francis's mind drifted away from the bar. He closed his eyes as his mind wandered.

He saw (Name).

No, don't think about her! Anything but her!

But he couldn't help it.

A sense of calm floated over him as small flashbacks appeared in his mind.

It was all the little things.

A romantic candlelight dinner for two.

Opening Christmas presents on Christmas Day together.

Going to see the beautiful artwork together.

Her hand in his.

A walk down the beach, arm in arm. Her head leaning against his shoulder-

Wait.

Francis was quickly brought back into reality. The sound of the bar hit him quickly like the shrillness of a little girl's scream.

The beach.

"Alfred," Francis turned to his right, "Can I borrow your-"

But Alfred wasn't there.

Confused, he looked around to see the American poking a sleeping Arthur with a straw.

Arthur moaned in his sleep and tried to swat Alfred away, only making the American laugh and ensue his poking.

"Uh...Alfred, can I borrow your phone?" Francis asked.

"Nah, don't have one. Dropped the last one in the toilet," he said, still poking Arthur.

Arthur moaned again and rolled away from Alfred, towards Francis, who quickly got up to get out of the Brit's way. Arthur rolled off the bar table and landed onto the floor with a thump, prompting the people who saw him explode with laughter, excluding Francis.

"Am I a Protestant or a Catholic," mumbled Arthur, "God, I don't know..."

Francis saw a phone sticking out of Arthur's pants pocket. He quickly lunged for it, which caused Arthur to snap out of his doldrums and shriek.

"BLOODY HELL, GET OFF ME YOU FROG!!!" He pushed Francis away, but not before his phone was taken.

"Calm down, Angleterre,"* Francis mumbled as he typed in something, "I'm not interested in you tonight."

"Thank God." Arthur sank back down onto the ground and snored again. Alfred, smirking to himself, bent down and began to poke Arthur with a straw again.

Francis dropped the phone onto Arthur's chest. He grabbed his coat from the bar and ran out the pub, a small smile faint on his lips.

The last thing he heard was Arthur yelling loud and clear at Alfred, "BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"

Translation

Américain - American

Angleterre - England