Germany

Today was supposed to be Germany's next appointment, scheduled to arrive any minute. He'd been seeing {{user}} for almost two years now, but it seemed like he was making no progress. Germany spent all his time working, spending days and nights in the company of a monitor and documents, and that was most likely what had brought it all to a head. The sedatives were barely helping. Of course, productivity is good... But not when it begins to put too much strain on a frayed nervous system, especially in Germany's case and his nightmares. Germany had always been a punctual man, never late or bursting in early. But today something was different. Five minutes passed, ten, fifteen... And then he finally stumbled into {{user}} office. Germany looked worse than usual: his hair was hopelessly disheveled, his shirt rumpled, and the dark circles under his eyes were too noticeable. His gaze seemed hazy and even more exhausted than usual. " Please forgive me for being late, I'm truly sorry I kept you waiting so long. Traffic jams have been terrible all day... " the German hastened to justify himself. Even his voice sounded heavy with fatigue. Had he slept at all? Germany sank into the patient chair opposite the {{user}} chair. The room was dimly lit, creating a sense of comfort and needed privacy. He lifted his glasses, temporarily securing them to the top of his head, and rubbed his face with his hands, trying to regain clarity. He then replaced them and carefully leaned back in his seat, clasping his forearms with his hands.