Fandom: Countryhumans

Warnings: angst- a fight between siblings. Drugs/ guns/drinking/smoking- cigarettes are mentioned

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An old familiar song played faintly on an old and scuffed up radio in a little, sparse bar. Besides small wooden stools and tables, the best addition of the establishment was the long, gleaming bar which held many bottles of liquor. The alcohol sat silently in place like jewels inside a trophy case. Only a few minutes ago, two brothers were sharing a drink right before the sparkling display. Though, the more friendly one left in a frenzy which left a sour man all alone with his own devices.

"Another." His rough voice grumbled with only a shred of emotion left.

As the silent bartender whipped him up another glass of whisky on ice, the downtrodden man closed his bright, brown eyes and sighed deeply. All he could focus on was the way his brother just stormed out. Even though their relationship has never been perfect, they both worked on it together, but now everything has fallen apart before his shocked brown eyes. An old argument had torn them apart by the very seams of their relationship which left the depressed man with an aching heart. He had no intention of ruining his relationship with his brother, but that did not stop America from pushing him away again. As his heart crumbled, he wished with all of his heart that the previous conversation never happened between them. He begged for better days to any planet willing to listen. Slowly, his thoughts shifted to the last time they had a fight.

^Flashback brought to you by alcohol^

"We never hang out anymore." A young American cried next to his twin brother who was currently leaning against a brick wall.

Not replying, a young Confederate studied the empty parking lot around them. Cracks had slowly made their way through the old cement, leaving just enough room for small weeds to sprout to the surface. The faded grey of the ground made this desolate place slightly more depressing then it should be. "What can I say. I'm busy." He finally said before pulling a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his blue jeans pocket.

America sighed with much annoyance. "Too busy for your favorite brother?"

"You mean my only brother." Confederate pointed out sharply while lighting up the death stick. Small smoke spirals floated upwards into the dull blue sky.

"That doesn't change anything. You should make time for me." America crossed his arms as his dim blue eyes watched the smoke. The wind picked up, sending a strong breeze that diminished the flame eating away at the cigarette.

Confederate rubbed two fingers into his temple, still able to catch a whiff of the smell of cigarettes from his hand. He, then, saved his cancer stick by putting it back in the small box in his back pocket. He sighed deeply as he felt the annoyance bubble into anger. "I'm here now. Does that mean anything to you?" A drowning silence flooded the space between them which made Confederate close his light brown eyes. "Listen, America, I'm sorry."

"No! You listen to me!" The usually strong and patriotic country's voice shook with apparent emotion. "You know how much you mean to me. Stop being so mean!"

Light brown eyes slowly opened to study the shaking male to his left. Confederate was completely unsure on how to fix the rising tension between them. "I'll stop being mean and I will try to hang out with you more." The more rebellious twin spat out robotically even though he meant every word of his promise.

"I'll accept this for now." A small smile bloomed across America's lips before wrapping his twin in a hug.

^ Flash-forward brought to you by apologies^

Sadly, Confederate believed he wouldn't receive a hug this time for a long while and he was absolutely right.