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Your heart sank. You couldn't think of anything to resolve what had happened. Your mind was blank, your brain wasn't functioning. You strained your head to think of something, but nothing ever came to mind. The grip around your pencil tightened as you tapped it against your head, your lip, your desk, anything.

You were at an art block.

A groan of frustration escaped your lips, and you threw your pencil across your bedroom. Your forehead made contact with your desk as another groan escaped your lips. This time, a groan of pain. You sat like that for what felt like thirty minutes, but was only three, before picking yourself and throwing yourself against your bed, your face making contact with your soft sheets.

You moved to Japan two years earlier, thinking that you would be able to write and illustrate your own manga. But it proved to be the opposite. Because you would be surrounded by so much manga and so much anime, you immediately thought you could do it. You packed your things without thinking of any consequences and left your hometown. But now, because your dreams hadn't turned out how you thought they would, you held a job at an editing company.

You turned onto your back and stared up at the white ceiling above you. It was covered in posters of your favorite anime and manga and occasional bands. You read the characters written on them, the words all too familiar to you already. You practiced your Japanese anytime you could, but you still weren't very fluent in the language for a person who's stayed there for two years. You frowned at your ceiling. Maybe it was time to get new posters.

Suddenly, you heard your doorbell ring through the apartment. You sat up at glanced at your wrist watch, realizing that it was time for the mail to arrive. Thinking that it was the mailman at the door, you stood and walked to the threshold of your door. You twisted the doorknob and opened the door to be greeted by the unfamiliar face of a new mailman. You smiled to him and took the envelopes from his hand, thanking him before closing the door.

You shuffled through the letters and bills, tossing advertisements into the bin. Then a letter with your company's logo stamped onto the front caught your attention. You walked into your living room and placed the rest of the unopened mail onto the coffee table, your attention focused on the letter adressed to you from the editing company. What could they possibly want? You ripped it open and scanned through it, reading the words you figured out out loud.

"Dear, (l/n)-san blah blah blah. We are welcoming a new employee blah blah. Please welcome him with respect," you read with the utmost interest. "I honestly do not care."

You tossed the letter onto the coffee table with the rest of the mail and plopped down onto the couch. You turned the television on, already on a channel that played anime with English subtitles. The screen showed your favorite anime Hetalia: Axis Powers on a marathon. You mentally cheered as a slight smile curled your lips. It was just getting to the good part of the episode when your phone sitting next to the pile of mail rang loudly. Your smile disappeared into an angered frown and picked up the phone to look at the collar ID.

"What is it, Alfred?!" You screamed, knowing that your American coworker you were talking to spoke fluent English.

"Woah, dude. Calm down," he spoke.

Your teeth started to grit together. Your frustration from earlier started to come back and build up. "I'm not in the mood, Alfred," you breathed as you tried calming yourself down. "Now what is it that you want?!"

"We need you at the office," your coworker said plainly.

You threw your head back onto the couch. "Really? Right now?"

"Yeah, dude. Right now," he replied, confirming that today was going to be a terrible day.

You sighed, "Fine. I'll be there in fifteen to twenty minutes, depending on how bad traffic is." You hung up the phone, and your index and thumb made their way to the bridge of your nose.