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I came to work again. It was ...noisy. in my head I mean. The twins were arguing on control again and from the corner of my eye I could see an ever-changing shadow. Instead of starting on the paperwork, I went to the break room and made myself chamomile. Perhaps redundant to mention but it’s my favourite, my beverage of choice. It used to be coffee. Until my doctor said it was weakening my heart... So I started to cut it out of my life. I do miss it... sometimes... But I don’t wanna die... At least not right now when I feel this weight of.... responsibility. I need to deliver.
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I took a sip of my tea and started on the paperwork, my head clearing as the calming fragrance of my tea wafted towards me. For all of China’s flaws... I must say... He sure is right about his teas or herbal medicines or whatever he was talking about.... I don’t trust him. But sometimes... Even a broken clock is right twice a day. Mm... I love chamomile.... It’s so good. Let’s see.... Blah blah blah... economics.... I actually don’t like work. It’s just what I’ve been put to work to do so I don’t destroy the world.... The thing is though.... I don’t...want to destroy the world... In fact... I want to build a machine that keeps me company... I’m ... actually...really lonely. People aren’t islands...so why do I feel like I am? Sure I have...allies... But besides Frankreich... who is ...well quite literally my cousin but more akin to my older brother... I’m not really close to many countries. It’s all political... At least Frankreich and I are amicable nowadays and my states or as some may say children...but man... I sure got the short end of the stick with this damn heritage, huh?.... Always the invader.... Always the murderer...most countries actually have blood on their hands.... I’m the one who acknowledges my family’s crimes and still get called.... let’s say unfavourable things. But I guess I’m “lucky” right?
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I sighed as I took another sip, working through spreadsheets and even more boring shit. Man... I just wanna go home. I don’t wanna talk. I don’t wanna sit through another boring meeting. I don’t even wanna see the blurry faces of all the countries my history has impacted. I don’t wanna see their disgusted faces and poorly disguised hatred. They think they hide it well when interacting with me, a 35-year-old, traumatized, mentally ill woman, but they never do. I see right through their pleasantries. I just wish they were honest. But then again, they wouldn’t be politicians if they were.
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I checked the time. 4pm. Oh. Oops. I missed my lunch break again. I don’t think EU cares though. They just want profit after all... I hit enter...huh. the ....the end of my paperwork? Or er... Digital documents? That’s ...odd...there’s always something to do.
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I checked over it all again. No. I finished.
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I rejoiced internally but made no expression to match, my face staying blank. I stood up and went to get my belated lunch, putting my stamp on the time sheet to get said belated lunch somewhere in town. I took my messenger bag of leather with me and went for a snack, taking Klaus with me as we both needed a walk.
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Once I came back from the walk with my service doggy I checked my desk again for any work. And who would’ve guessed? Polen and Ungarn were sneaking their work onto my desk. Should I confront them? Perhaps. But do I feel like expending that energy? No. Am I about two steps away from running away? Yes. But does duty call? Yeah. So I just sighed and sat down. I went through the pages but... They were in Polish and Hungarian. I may be a polyglot but I can’t read Polish and Hungarian. As a countryhuman I can only understand what is being said not what is written in another language, I’d have to learn to read on my own. So ... I just...sat there, trying to decipher what the hell those papers said until I gave up and pulled out a translator app. It... Translated it very badly so I just tried to fill whatever it was on those papers to the best of my ability and haphazardly handed them in. I mean... What was I supposed to do? I know people say I’m always extremely particular and neat with filing work related things... But not when it comes to work that isn’t mine to do. It’s always me who has to step up. Frankly... I’m tired. But I want to maintain peace. I don’t wanna get yelled at either. Or get the blame when something goes...
“Allemagne? Est-ce que tu te sens bien? Tu pleures.”(Germany? Are you feeling alright? You’re crying.)
“Huh?” I look up confused at my cousin who was standing in the doorway of my office. “what are you talking about?” I slowly took a finger to my cheek to feel a wet sensation on it. I moved to inspect said wetness and realised.
“Oh... I... I didn’t realise I was...”
“Allemagne...”(Germany...) he looked at me with a mix of pity and what I thought was annoyance, pulling out a tissue and wiping my unfelt tears. “Ce qui s'est passé?” (what happened?)
“I dunno... I didn’t even know I was crying...” I told him as I averted my eyes to my lap.
It seems he could tell I didn’t wanna continue this conversation.
He pat my head, sighing out, “...D’accord… mais cela ne signifie pas que je suis d'accord.”(Alright... But that doesn’t mean I agree.) His eyes narrowed at the sight of insane amounts of paperwork.
“None of that.”
My eyes snapped up. Frankreich hates using English. He only uses it when he’s seething. To see... He was in fact shooting a death glare at the paper.