Had it been days? Maybe weeks now? Britain didn't know

He remained in his room with the lights out, his children tried to care for him but couldn't do anything to lift his mood after the phone call about Frances condition staying the same, tho now her hair has fallen out, countries don't get illness like humans do so they can't technically label what's wrong with France like you could a human. Yet nobody thinks she'll survive the next few months at this state

The four brothers among hearing this from Australia haven't taken it to well either, their scared like small children and all they want is for their mother to kiss them goodnight again. They want her to embarrass them and for her to accidentally burn dinner again. Canada would give anything for her to sing him to sleep one last time, New Zealand wanted nothing more then for her to walk through that door and say it was all an evil prank

America has been distant from the family, choosing to ignore his pain and socialise with his friends

Australia has completely torn apart his room, his anger and greif taking over after he had to tell his brothers the bad news.

Their mother may never come home.

Days after the call was made and the news was shared Britain was lying in his room

On the floor like a dead man with 6 bottles of wine scattered around him. He didn't want to think, he didn't want to feel, he didn't want to even be existing, he just wanted to be nothing.

Australia knocked on his door, hoping to hear his fathers voice for the first time in almost 2 weeks, he hoped Britain was eating the food they would give him, he hoped he drank the water they provided "dad?" He said, his own voice raspy from the night terrors.

No answer

Not even a sound

"Dad?" He spoke up, thinking he was just sleeping

Still nothing

"DAD you ok!" He yelled a bit louder, newzealand came out to inspect what was happening, he saw his brother looking worried as he called to his father, "dads not responding!" Aussie quickly said once noticing his shorter twin

"He would just be sleeping dude, he's always sleeping now"

"No zea somethings wrong, the door is locked and I can't even hear shuffling"

Zea grunted and walked over to the door, knocking on it "dad you alive in there?"

No response, he took a big breath out of frustration and stopped.

He sniffed again. "I smell alcohol" New Zealand said now sharing his brothers concern

"Dad! Answer us!" Australia yelled angrily

Nothing

"Dad!" New Zealand shouted

Nothing

"I'm kicking the door down-"

"Wait what" New Zealand didn't even have time to react and his stronger brother kicked the door. The door flung open and banged against the wall.

Lying on the floor was a pale Britan, bottles around him and his chest barely rising and falling

"DAD!" The two yelled in unison running to their father. Canada looking into the room having been woken due to all the commotion and yelling. His eyes widened when he saw his brothers desperately trying to wake up their father

"Dad?" He muttered

Australia turned to Canada and yelled for him to call someone, Canada nodded and ran down the hall

New Zealand had gotten up and grabbed a vas of flowers, he took the flowers out and poured the water onto Britain's face as Australia shook him

"W-what" a weak British voice questioned, he looked around the room to see two faces, New Zealand had worried, sad but also very relieved

Australia was pissed but also glad Britain had woken up

"Why are you two here" he muttered, sitting up and putting a hand on his head

"We tried calling you but you wouldn't answer, oh shit I better let Canada know your ok" New Zealand said as he quickly hugged his father and left the room.

Australia stood up and over his father, he was clearly not happy

"Son are you ok?"

"NO IM NOT FUCKING OK" he hissed making Britain flinch slightly

"Mums going through shit and here you are almost killing yourselves drinking senseless!"

"Australia thats Not what's happening" Britain said standing up

"I just needed an escape, surely you can understand that"

Australia didn't say anything, he wanted to yell and scream at him but chose not to, it wouldn't help anyway, Australia saw the note book on the counter next to him, he grabbed it and shoved it into his father

"If you need a distraction write instead of drink"

And with that Australia left

Britain stood there silently, looking down at the book in his hands, his eyes getting watery but he tried his best not to cry as he stared down at the page he tried to start writing, the page itself smudged up and shapely written due to his crying

He looked back up at the total of the page

"Our wedding day"

((I'm trying to get demotivated to continue this book seeing as a lot of people like it :) ))