[FANFIC] Blood and Tears on the Boxing Gloves of Yesterday

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Title: Blood and Tears on the Boxing Gloves of Yesterday
Author: Undead Grenade
Characters: HRE, Germany, England, Russia, America, Lithuania, France, Spain, Prussia, Italy
Rating: T- for violence and suggestive themes
Summary: Will Germany ever come to turns with his lost boxing title after seven years, or is he doomed to wander the Earth as a drunk has been?
Note: First time poster, so if things don't work for some reason, let me know. I'm having friends help me.

     Germany had too much to drink tonight. The smell of cheap beer lingered on his breath.

     HRE was playing with ducks in the bathtub recreating famous war scenes.

     Germany stared blankly at his boxing title. It's been 7 years since he last won a match, and no amount of alcohol could make that change. He laced up the gloves one more time; he was too drunk to care whether they were still enshrined in his displace of a life he'll never live. Germany took a few quick jabs at the air. At least he tried. He was drunk enough to only barely be standing, so the punches were sloppy and misguided, yet in his mind it was seven years ago.

     "'I am the naval master!" HRE yelped from the bathtub. He was the supreme commander of duckies.

     The word master rang in Germany's ears. He used to be the master countless days ago.

    He was determined to never hear it again.

    Germany stormed to the bathroom and punched down the door.

    "Germany, are you drunk!?" HRE screamed from the tub.

     "Shuddup." Germany slurred. He sent a punch head straight for HRE. That little bastard was going to pay.

    There was a loud thud, but it was the thud of fist meeting glove, not glove meeting small , defenseless HRE.

     "I'm afraid I can't let you do that," England said calmly, holding the gloved hand against his palm.

     "So you took the title from me years ago, and now you're here to take all I have left."

     "I can't let you go on. I moved on from that match. Look at you. The beer smells terrible. Remember going drinking with Russia and America? Those were the good days."

     "I'm afraid that match was all I had left. I bet all my life savings on that match. France left me for Spain. I have nothing. I don't even live here. This is HRE's house. He was still my fan for all these years."

     "'Get out of here Germany, I can't stand to see you like this."

     "And I can't stand to see you with none of your eyes blackened,” Germany shouted as he let loose a punch.

     "LETS GET READY TO RUMBLE!!” America shouted over the loudspeaker.

     "This should be fun Germany. I haven't had a good match in so long." England easily dodged the drunken blow and landed a punch square in Germany's stomach. The punch and the beer were too much for Germany, who promptly projectile vomited on HRE.

     England landed blow after blow on Germany. Each one connected with a dreadful crunch of bones. Germany's once famous reflexes were dulled from years of drinking and cheap sex with Lithuania.

    “I can't give up yet," Germany spitted, along with a few teeth. He lunged back and landed a mighty swing on England, knocking him into the bathtub on top of a startled HRE.

     "TODAY SUCKS!” HRE yelped.

     "You got me there old rival, but your days are at an end!" England rushed Germany against the bathroom wall. The drunk was pinned by his lean, muscular arms.

     "Bastard. I'll get you,” Germany hissed.

     Germany landed one uppercut right into England's chin, catching England by surprise.

     England fell to the floor, his limbs sprawled in all different directions.

     "Take that bitch,” Germany cheered for himself.

     "It seems I've underestimated you, old rival,” England shakily said as he stood up. “But I have one thing you'll never have,” England proudly boasted. He pulled a locked out from his jacked. “France's love."

     Germany was struck by a blow from within.

     "We've been married for the last 4 years. We even have a daughter, Cuba." England showed him baby pictures.

     "Damn, that is a cute baby, Germany solemnly stated. 'Seems you're living the life I wish I could have lived."

     "It's not too late Germany. You have your whole life ahead of you."

     "LOOK AT ME ENGLAND. I HAVE NOTHING. NOTHING!"

     England bitch slapped Germany. "Dammit man, pull yourself together. To think I once admired you."

     "You....admired me? I'm a drunk. A washout. A nobody. Why the hell would anyone look up to me?"

     "Back in the day, you were the greatest boxer that ever lived, and I was your biggest fan!" England punched him in the face. “I quit college because of you!" Another blow to the face, followed by two successive ones to the stomach. "I trained for 40 hours a week thanks to you!"

     England kicked Germany in the shin, bringing him to his knees. "I dedicated my life to beating you! And after I did, I hoped to gain your friendship............."

     ".............father."

     "Father? I have no children. Unless I knocked up Lithy, which wouldn’t surprise me."

     "Yes, father. You left me and mother Prussia that cold night in November, and I never forgot it. I knew I'd never see you again unless I did this. I had to beat you. I HAD TO. YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

     England landed a massive right hook to Germany's jaw. "RESPECT ME FATHER! I EARNED IT! I WANTED YOU TO BE PROUD! NOW LOOK AT YOU! YOU'RE A DISGUSTING DRUNK THAT HAS SEX WITH THIRD WORLD COUNTRIES FOR CHEAP THRILLS! YOU LIVE IN THE SHADOW OF A PAST THAT YOU ABANDONED YOUR OWN FAMILY FOR! I HATE YOU!"  England landed a swift kick to Germany's gut as he tried to stand, bringing him back down to the floor.

     "So that's what your mom told you. Stupid bitch, I never liked her much. Let me say my peace and you can wail on me til I'm nothing but a stain on the floor."
 
    "You have a minute, better make it worth while old man."

     "Sure, I slept with Prussia, but I never impregnated that bitch. Wrap it before you tap it. I left her that cold day when I learned he was cheating on me with Austria."

     "Au....Austria.......,” England had trouble spitting the words out.

     "That's right England. YOUR MOTHER IS A LYING WHORE!"

     "IT'S NOT TRUE! IT CAN'T BE! IT'S NOT TRUE!!!!!!!!” England shouted to the heavens. "All these years..........for nothing.............."

     "Looks like you ended up just as much of an empty shell of a man as your old man."

     Tears began streaming down England's face. “I don't even know who I am anymore."

     "I do,” Germany hobbled up and put his hand on England's shoulder. 'You're the greatest boxer of our time. I may not be your father, but as a fighter, I have the upmost respect for you."

     England laid his heavy head on Germany's chest as Germany embraced his weeping figure. After what seemed like an eternity, England finally raised his head. "Thank you so much old man."

     "It's my pleasure. Let's say we hit the pub. I feel like we both need  a beer. My treat,” Germany kindly offered.

     "Yeah right, you're more broke than HRE's tiny child mind is right now."

     "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? I WAS TAKING A BATH, THEN BAM! I'M GOING TO BED." HRE stormed off to his room, ready to just end today.

     Germany and England both laughed big, hearty laughs.

    "Yeah, I'd like to go to the pub, I think we could both use a drink."

     "When can't I use a drink?” Germany mumbled to himself.

     "Plus there is this cute barmaid that works around this time of the day. You might even have a shot even though you're an old fart."

     "Really?"

     "Really. Dumber than a sack of bricks."

     "I'm game. Lithuania can't even sit down at this point. What's the name?"

     "Italy."

     FIN