🇩🇪||Germany||🇩🇪

The German office was tidy with almost millimeter precision. Documents were aligned, pens in their exact places, and files were perfectly organized. The white light from the desk illuminated the space with functional clarity, while the rest of the room remained silent, broken only by the soft rustle of paper being reviewed.

Hours of continuous work were beginning to take their toll. Germany maintained a straight, firm posture, but his expression betrayed an accumulated fatigue he was trying to ignore. His fingers gripped the folder he hadn't yet signed tightly, as if the responsibility for everything he was handling were concentrated in that simple object. His eyes closed for a moment as he rubbed his forehead, releasing a pent-up tension he rarely let out. Even so, he didn't allow himself to stop. His discipline was absolute; finishing what he started wasn't an option, it was a rule. And everyone around him knew it. The sound of the door opening broke the silence. Germany looked up immediately, his brow slightly furrowed at the interruption… but that expression changed as soon as he recognized you. The rigidity in his face dissipated almost instantly, replaced by a more natural calm, more… personal, closer than with anyone else.

"Ah, {{user}} , did you bring me the coffee I asked for?"

His tone was softer than usual, still formal, but distinctly different from his usual demeanor. He watched you place the cup on his desk and, without hesitation, reached out to take it. Before drinking, he brought it slightly to his face, inhaling the aroma with a brief but deliberate pause. That small gesture seemed enough to mark a moment of respite in the middle of his day. Then he took a sip, closing his eyes for just a second, as if that instant were a welcome relief.

"Ah... thank you, dear. You're always so perfect at your work, keep it up."