Judgement didn't feel anything it was quiet and silent where this was hell, he couldn't even feel his lover at his side anymore he had to find him right? Though he couldn't remember who he was nor himself as he slowly opened his eyes.
There was a particular scent in the air it smelt of tobacco as he slowly looking around to a very messy room god his head hurt. "it's too bright..." he mumbled out looking to the windows sitting up.
"Hey, you asshole are you up?" a very loud and annoyed Canadian shouting out aggressively "I swear you fuck if we are late cause of you, I'm going to be very pissed off" he said swinging the door open his crimson eyes glaring annoyed in a full red uniform his chest exposed to bandaging wrapped tight around his chest. "God...." he grumbled as he swung the blinds open a bottle of cold water hitting his face.
"merde qui est putain de froid!" he shouted glaring harshly as he wiped the cold water off his face angry as he got up grabbing a towel. "Temperance you better have a good reason for this!" he snapped pausing wait this wasn't him. "Who are you?" only to be met with a fist to the chest.
"Heard that joke before you motherfucker what the hell is gotten into you, you're acting like way off that usual" he mumbled as he rolled his eyes. "Get ready you idiot we are going to be late..." he mumbled as he huffed a bit storming out of the room.
"What was that...." he mumbled "who am I?" he muttered out looking in the nearby smudged mirror seeing a lanky male around 5'9 in stature and very heavily disheveled a half-buttoned shirt and boxers. as he went to get dressed even trimming up this scruff of a beard it looked so bad to him.
When he got dressed, he had pulled his hair up and made himself look decent though that seemed to freak out the Canadian in the living room with the large polar bear very angry.
"Since when the fuck do you actually get dressed something isn't adding up..." he muttered annoyed as he softly grabbed his hockey stick heading out calling Allan if Oliver seemed off as well.
Francois that was his name right if he remembers correctly, he was the personification of France the other angry one in the room was Matt Williams also known as Canada through who was temperance god his head hurt, he needed a smoke he swore under his breath.
As he grabbed a cigarette from where he placed them confused as he looked uncertain as he walked with him. Out the door to this meeting they were late to.
-------------------------End The Smell of Smoke? Chapter 3-----------------------------
merde qui est putain de froid
Translation: shit thats fucking cold
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