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"Endlich," (finally)

His icy blue eyes shut with relief as he wrapped his long narrow red fingers around the right key. He then adjusted it to the height of his door, opening his home. He quickly hurried into the house, escaping the cold dark blue Berlin night. In an instant he slammed the expensive modern door shut, no one allowed in from that point. He strutted through his hallway, before heading straight towards his bedroom.

It had always been a long day for Germany. Waking up at six o'clock sharp, flying on a jet to UN and EU conferences, (If they weren't hosted in Germany) working for many tiresome hours,  heading to the gym from time to time, and speeches.. the list goes on, so many things on his plate. So many expectations, as a country.

"Blondi! Hallo mein freund" (Blondi, hello my friend!)
Germany said with a smile as he raced towards the huge tank in his wall. He scrutinised his 'fish' tank, observing every detail. He was a perfectionist after all, that's what he's known as. All Blondi probably hungered for was to electrocute him. Germany tapped the tank, and the electric eel continued to swim around. Why did he have such a creature? That was only known to him, in his mind.

He turned and prepared to sleep. He had a busy day tomorrow. Germany hopped into the shower, washing his jet black hair and he freshened himself up.
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His crazy red eyes peered through a window. If his eyes were chemistry, they'd be a combination of mixtures, compounds and elements.. so many different shades of red swarmed his eyes. He clasped onto the window, calculating everything before his next move. The window shattered in a sudden burst of light, and he stealthily climbed inside.
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Germany finished his shower, and did all that was left to do in the bathroom. Germany hummed as he left his large and luxurious bathroom one could only dream of, wearing black pants and a white shirt. His figure was quite thin, but you could tell he hit the gym although not too much.

He strolled on over to his bedroom, finally hopped into his king-sized bed, and turned the lights off. Shut his eyes and dreamt of whatever. Silence fell across the house, you could even hear a needle drop it was so quiet, but that was understandable as his house was humongous. All stable countries normally had a big abode, or more homes.
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Silence, heart beat. Heart beat. In an instant all senses were gained together, smell, sound, thinking, everything a human being acquires once born, but it wasn't born... it wasn't in a hospital, no no. It was 6-feet in a ground, in dirt, somewhere below life. Somewhere normally you would not suspect a person to be living? If that is what you classify it as. Most wouldn't say it is alive, nor human, they'd say it is too vile and inhumane to be one.

The gravel and all the funky dirty substances in the ground smeared all over its lungs, and they started to collapse. Immediantly, it pushed itself with all the strength it had, under the pressure and force of the packed gravel and dirt. It tried excruciatingly to escape this horroring scenario. 5-feet under now. The packed gravel started to fly upwards, and onto the ground around. It wanted to scream and shout and cry and all of the above, but it couldn't. The pain was unthinkable, unbearable, excruciating, why was it even alive? Was this the hell it faced because of its actions? Or maybe it should have faced an even more painful eternal nightmare.

3-feet, its strength started to slow down, but the pain just kept accelerating upwards, the gravel pushing and scratching every square inch of its red body, the blood rushing out of it. Probably causing infections, which was the least worrying problem. Every limb and atom ached with pain, its heart throbbing and beating to its limit. Yet, it still thrived, and perused on to somehow escape wherever it was, whatever IT was. Who every it was.

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