THIS HAS NOT BEEN REWRITTEN.

This one is rather short, but it was late at night when I wrote this, and I didn't really care at the moment...

Jamaica|| Male
Netherlands|| Male
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Netherlands knew Jamaica went out drinking with friends and such, and sometimes he joined him. They were usually always safe and home before 1:00 in the morning.

But this time was different. Earlier in the day Jamaica asked his boyfriend if it would be okay if he went drinking with a few friends. Just as usual. Netherlands had said he could go as long as he was back at their regular time. Just like usual.

But when the clock struck 2:00 am, Netherlands started to worry.

He decided to call his boyfriend, in case he was so intoxicated that he couldn't read the time. But his fear only increased when he received no answer. Netherlands was naturally a chill country, but when it came to Jamaica, he would worry at the slightest inconvenience. He paced their shared house with a cigarette in his mouth, calling his boyfriend again and again, hoping for an answer, only to receive none.

His heart skipped a beat when the door opened, and he rushed to his boyfriend. He was in such a rush that he dropped the cigarette that was between his fingers, not caring for anything but the male. "Jamaica!" Netherlands yelled at his boyfriend, pretty mad. However, the madness went out the window as soon as he saw the state of Jamaica.

He looked beaten up. He limped over to his boyfriend, with his arms out. It was actually kind of nerve wrecking. As soon as they're arms entrapped each other, Jamaica's legs gave out, and he was leaning his entire weight on Netherlands. But it didn't bother the taller country as he picked him up bridal style and brought him to the couch.

He sat Jamaica down on a cushion in the living room and got a better look as the beaten up country. He reeked of alcohol, which was normal for someone coming back from the bar. But his face and arms were bruised, and his arm was bleeding, the result of a minor cut. "Als ik klaar ben, kun je me beter vertellen wat er is gebeurd." (When I'm done, you better tell me what happened) Netherlands spoke, while standing up and walking down the hall to the cupboard, where the first aid kit was. He opened it up, grabbed the kit, then closed it and walked back to the living room.

He cleaned his small cut and put a bandaid on it, getting a complaint from Jamaica saying he was too manly for bandages. Netherlands couldn't hear him properly because he was slurred, and wouldn't listen to him anyways. "No, you are wearing it. Het maakt me niet uit of je klaagt." (I don't care if you're complaining) Netherlands stated, zipping the kit back up and placing it on the floor of the couch.

"Nu," (Now) he started. "Tell be what the h*ll happened and why you didn't answer me. And while your at it explain why you were over an hour late." Netherlands finished, looking at his boyfriend expectantly. "I.....weNt d-drinKInGggg..... WiTh..... InDo....... anD Ar.....ArgenTiNaaaaa......" He tried to say, leaning back on his boyfriend for comfort.

The smaller country looked tired, and he probably was. "Why did you come back covered in bruises and scratches?" He asked, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend in a comfortable yet protective manner. "H...HunGarY-y....." Was the only response, because the smaller country then fell asleep, wrapped in Netherlands arms.

Netherlands knew who he was going to have a nice, long talk with.

But that was for another day, because even though he didn't get all his questions answered, he got his boyfriend back safely in his arms again. He lit another cigarette, then spoke. "I'm glad you're back here, even if you are a handful..." And then fell asleep shortly after.

And all hell broke loose the next day.

~~E.N.D.~~