America let tears drip down his face, chugging his whiskey. America forgot where he was, or why he was here. All he knew now wasn't happy, and that he wants to forget. He doesn't know why, all on his drunken mind was forgetting and drinking, it was all he knew and all he wanted to know. The American tilted his head back, bottle of whiskey glued to his lips.

Then a flush of memories came flooding to his brain, he slammed the bottle down falling to the ground, crying his heart out. He remembered what happened, just a flicker of a memory. He remembered exactly what happened..

Australia laid there, his eyes missing and a cut out heart in the middle of his chest. It was a gruesome scene and the worst thing was, there was no evidence. Not a single foot print or even a singular finger print. Just a cold dead body and a heart broken family.

Australia! The Americans own brother just.. gone. A memory, no more smiles and laughing. Just memory's of who he was, America quickly wiped away his tears, not wanting to be seen crying wherever he was. He just took the last of his whiskey before standing up, mocking tears in his eyes. Stumbling toward the door, letting tears flow.

He wanted to go home. Scratch that... He wanted to be with his only other brother.. Canada. America slowly walked hiccups tracing his every breath. He just kept walking, looking down. America knew where Canada's home was, it was out of the way basically on the edge of town.

That didn't stop America, he was going to see Canada, shit faced drunk or not. Yet, something in his mind kept bugging him, like something was wrong, was it axienty? Or was it the whiskey? That didn't matter, it didn't stop him, but it made go faster. He felt his heart pound, his drunken mind shamelessly counting each step like it would calm him.

Minutes slowly ticked by as America walked. His heart beating nervously. America eventually started running. America didn't feel right, something was wrong, Everything felt wrong. America felt tears beginning to prick at the corners of his eyes, he was worried.

America kept running till he knew he was within distance of the house, keeping his head held low as he walked not bothering to look at his surroundings. The American loudly sniffled, before just sniffing, feeling a smoky substance hit his nose.

America's head shot up, look at the only nearby house immediately. Running towards it, falling and scraping his knee. He felt tears flooding his face as he looked at the house America cried before finally gaining enough strength to say something.

"C-canada?"

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(A/N)

Ok look the chapter is short cause it's kinda like a prolouge.

K?