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*Beginning of chapter*

1801 10th January

12:00am

"This is stupid." New Holland muttered beneath his breath.
His stomach was a bloody pain in the ass. Annoying ass flood.
The colonies and Country were still at the organisation's house though it was maybe about 12am.
Even all the big organisations had already gone down to bed. They seemed hurt. Especially EU. They didn't know New Holland was awake though and Holland had no intention of telling them.
New Holland should probably have been taking his medication instead of drinking the vodka Latvia gave him.

Oh well. I'll pay later. Physically.

By now New Holland was on his fourth bottle of vodka. His mother didn't care how much he drank. She could find him blacked out with a bottle in his hand and only do so much as grimace then get mad at the colony for not washing the dishes when she told the Kiwi to do it.
Thirteen colonies was likely to be pissed however, wait no- in the angry way.
Well unless he joined New Holland. Although he was probably too religious for that. He has all the religious nutters New Holland has all the criminal convicts, which country will turn out better? (I personally think Australia, but let's not get into that.)

Fourth bottle and the broken colony was barely even tipsy. He had put five bottles in his bag so Thirteen Colonies would have less a chance to see them. At least he had another day left of the weekend to get more vodka from the communist household. Shits pretty strong.

New Holland clenched a hand on his head due to the burning headache engulfing his head. He hated it.

Then don't drink alcohol when you're already physically suffering.

Sounds like a reasonable rule to go by. To New Holland's downfall he was craving. Not like he couldn't go a week without willingly choosing not to drink alcohol, but he needed to escape whatever emotion he was feeling when Thirteen and New Zealand witnessed him escaping from a nightmare. He'd suppose the emotions were embarrassment, shame and self-hatred. Especially the latter. He needed a fucking blackout, but noooooo he only had five bottles and drank four of them and didn't even get to get drunk. Now he was probably gonna get a hangover before even passing out.
He planed to drink more alcohol when he got back home. He didn't even give two shits what Thirteen's gonna do. Worst he could do while New Holland was drunk was hit him. But he couldn't feel much pain or even remember if he hit him and sure as hell wouldn't care if he threw a couple of extra aggressive toned, organised sound.

"Hey Newld- why the fuck are you drinking right now. In someone else's house. That has your children." Thirteen's emphasis on the fact New Holland's children were there didn't effect New Holland as much as usual. Good to know the alcohol was working at least a little.
New Holland didn't pay much to Thirteen and downed the whole bottle not looking at him. He knew this was agitating him, but at the stage of weak drunkenness he was in; he couldn't care less. He took his fifth and last bottle and started to chug it down.
He could practically feel the worry and feeling of uselessness Thirteen Colonies was radiating.

Oh well. His problem. Not mine. He's dealt with worse.

At this point Thirteen was sitting next to New Holland. Definitely not happy; But not stopping him. It was his last bottle anyways. Thirteen was lucky.
Thirteen flicked New Holland's head when he was done, not feeling any drunkenness in his system.