Alcoholic Syrups (Discontinued)

-chappie 17-

Whoops I realized I accidentally called two chappies 15 because I am obviously too incompetent to count to twenty
Oh and !gore warning! I think
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Germany's pov

The next morning I woke up in my pile of blankets,my hair messy like a bird nest and my neck still reddened and marked. Great just great. I turned to face the annoying alarm clock that disturbed my sleep with it's constantly beeping noise. I quickly turned it off and turned back to the tv which still was turned on. I guess I fell asleep when I was watching tv?

Once again the news came up telling about what the Oh so pretty actresses do and stuff. In my opinion they all looked like sluts who's breasts are made of balloons. Just then some important news came up,saying someone new has gone missing while Japan was found. My eyes widened when the picture's of Japan after she was found showed up.Her eyes were awfully reddened and her neck seemed swollen. The whole body owned by the Japanese was bruised,scratched and more. It was pitiful yet horrible to look at. I then realized how awfully bloody her hands were with the blood leaking from each wrist. Suicide? No,that was most definitely not an attempt of suicide. That looked like pure torture.

The newsman then zoomed out of the picture til only he was seen. What a selfish bastard he was. He fumbled around with the little cards in his hands than said something along the line of "the pitiful victim is now hospitalized in  the Rosenberg hospital."
Pitiful. As if those selfish people would give a shit about what's actually going on with the people they talk about unless it's one of those balloon breasted 'hot' models or actresses. If Canada would be on tv he would have the whole world adoring him not just the BIPAP that constantly hung onto his face. Something I sometimes wished to do as well.

Great I just wasted 5 minutes at having to look at those brain washed sluts before receiving valuable information. Nevertheless I had to get up and prepare for work and for whatever France did at EU's office. I groaned lowly when I forced myself to get up feeling like my ankles cracked with every movement. I moved to the bathroom to look at my tired yet awake from what I've just seen face.
I turned the water tap on and started washing my face since I felt like I drooled all over myself in my definitely not wet dream about Canada. Maybe a little wet.

Anyway-
I then resumed the morning with getting dressed as usual. A white shirt with a black tie and some black jeans which I owned like twenty times. I then combed my hair back but shook my head again to make my hair look acceptable but fluffy at the same time. I kinda always had that hair stile but I slowly looked like a girl for my hair growing a lot since Canada had cancer.

I grasped for the papers on my desk,not looking through which was which since I usually only stack the important things on my desk and left the room. After putting on my shoes and sliding my rather thin upper body into my fluffy coat I finally left the house,humming happily.
Most people hated going to work but I actually liked it most times. I didn't care whether my colleagues called me workaholic or not. I just really enjoyed having a purpose.

When I arrived at work and stood right in front of the tall skyscraper I remembered something caused by someone..the reddened spot on my neck. The hickey Canada had given to me the past day. I didn't cover it up at all and stood there in front of the building. I,the one who doesn't have a boyfriend and swore to never lose his virginity as a child. I mean I was a child when I swore that but still.
Just then I heard a happy and clear French accent coming up to me.
"Bon jour Allemagne!" (Probably messed that up-) I flinched and quickly covered the hickey on my neck,turning to look at France.
"Oh uh..Hallo Frankreich!"
"Ça va?"
I removed my hand from my neck to think for a second to recall some words from my french lessons when I was a child but my horrible accent ruined it easily.
"Ça va bien?"
France looked at me confusedly then started giggling at me.
"I'm not french okay?"
"No,not your french. It's good enough"
France then approached and whispered something in his heavy but nice sounding accent to me.
"Tell me every detail later okay?"
He resumed walking to the building while I slowly realized what he ment. A bright blush ran over my face as I quickly pulled my hood over my head,wanting to disappear in the ground.

Nevertheless work was about to begin and I had to enter. Thankfully no one would see me in Eu's office which I was using in EU's place..right?
Arrived inside the tall building I took the elevator since my weak little legs wouldn't be able to carry me all the way to the top office which was EU's office. It was a giant office,at least five times bigger than mine and decorated with every member's flag including mine which was hung right next to the EU flag made of the finest fabric I've ever known.

I sat down on the giant chair made of black leather and looked around a little more. It oddly smelled like baguettes and croissants but I guess that smell came from France working here the day before.
I pulled my papers out of my handy dandy bag and set them on the large desk which made them look less than they actually were. I quickly started working though was bothered by my neck not being covered at all.
Later I'd have to explain this to France..what was I supposed to tell him to make Canada not look like a pervert?

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