CountryHuman Germany has an addiction and, obviously, it creates other problems in his life. He has relationships that don't help the situation. His life is separated by day and night, by life and survival.
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Morning.
The Sun arose from behind the roofs and flashed at Germany's eyes. He squinted his face trying to escape from this blinding sight glaring at him as if God, himself, was looking down upon him. People are passing by in a hurry, to friends or to meet their families. They are happy; at least that's how it seems... Yet I'm here, soaked from the puddle I'm sitting in, leaning on boxes, and some garbage bags left in the lane, I was in the shadow of this town. Disgusting. He grabs his musty old iPhone to check the time. "9:12.? Nice, My internal clock still works well; even with this alcohol still in me.I have enough time and I won't even be late for the meeting... this time." Germany begrudgingly stands up from the street garbage using a trash can for balance, his head pulsing with increasing pain. Grabbing his head he gave a sigh, looking over to the mass crowd rushing by, he knew he had to leave last night's hangout and step to the light. He grabs his black briefcase and shakes off trash remnants. Ger throws the briefcase over his shoulder and goes out into the light, to the line of people hurrying to work.
Germany arrives at the mall. "Lidl first; I need to freshen and clean myself, and then I'll eat." He bought a disposable razor and a toothbrush with toothpaste. He doesn't shave at home anymore. The last time, he almost succumbed to the temptation to cut arteries in his neck. So he threw out all sharp objects from his house, even kitchen knives... he prefers salads anyway.
How lucky that public bathrooms are empty in the mornings. He was brushing his teeth in peace, then he shaved his face with public hand soap, he put his long straight black hair on the washstand. Yes, he is going to wash his hair in the mall's bathroom. Again using the hand soap, bubbling his head and washing out the soap. It isn't a comfortable place for such things, but he has to look perfect at work. After all, he placed his bag on the floor and sitting on top of it, he was drying his hair with a bathroom hand dryer. He wasn't tall, so it was the perfect position; almost like in the barbershop, huh. After brushing his clean hair, he tied it up in a low ponytail with the stationery gum from his briefcase. "Perfect!", rang out in his thoughts when he looked in the mirror.
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While impatiently waiting for the train on a bench, he munched on a McDonald's burger. "The fucking Deutsche Bahn! Why is it always so god-damn late!? Never on time that machine." He worryingly checked the clock every passing minute, stressing about whether or not he'll arrive on time to work; he hasn't been the best worker these past months, so he didn't want to attract negative attention again.
"It's 10:15 now, we can't wait anymore longer.", Britain frustration beaming from him, but at the time the door was opened, an agitated Germany stepped forward into the meeting room, his eyes pleading for mercy. Poland interrupted the silence: "Where the fuck you've been?", He scolded. Truly, Germany looked terrible even after all his tries. His clothes were wrinkled, his face was tired and swollen. He looked like a fancy homeless man. He did not answer, just came inside and started to work.
The meeting was pointless... but it's better than being a big part of a discussion as a bad worker. Germany had started gathering his documents to leave this place as early as possible, but France caught his forearm: "Wanna go for a coffee?", He proposed with a big smile on his face, he looked totally opposite to Germany: elegant, fancy and...clean. At least half of the girls here saw France as an attractive partner...for sure. But Germany knows how harmful this beauty is. "No. I'm feeling bad, gonna work fast and leave this place faster today..", Ger gloomily replied and got his forearm out of France's tightening grip. "Oki, I will bring you coffee to the office then!",France shouted gaily after him.
*door slamming* *sigh*
Germany is the company lawyer: customer complaints, market competition, employee rights, and other things were within his competence. That's why he has a well big enough personal office where he can hide and work in peace. He slammed the door and swiftly went up to his table. He ran through the desk drawers looking for something. Sadly..no pills. "No... no... NoNoNo.", he screamed in his head. The time when he did drug stashes at work passed. He couldn't afford to buy more stuff to do it any more. His knees fell to the floor, and he was sitting like that for some time. His brain sank into devastation, and only sharply opened doors brought him back to reality. "Heeere it is! The coffee!", France didn't even knock, he abruptly entered the office and went to put the drink and a box of donuts on the table desk. "Bon appetite, mon amour! Work well and I will take you home at 17:00! Britain knows already, don't worry. See ya!", and then he left. "Just..Brilliant..",Germany said to the empty office. This offer wasn't as good as it seems.
