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“That’s it!” you screamed as you stormed out of the office, “I can’t stand it here anymore! I quit!”
“Don’t even think about walking out of here, _________!” you hear your boss yell at you from his office, “You can’t leave that easily!”
“I can and I will!”
“Go to hell!”
“SEE YOU THERE!”
After that exchange of words, you’re out of the building, fuming with anger. You storm your way down the street a ways until you stop at the bridge over the river. You cool down soon enough and sit down on a bench.
This was the third time you’ve lost a job. Well, in this case it wasn’t necessarily “lost.” Either way, you’ve run into some bad luck as of late. Summer was almost over and you were stuck in a rut. You had just graduated from high school, but couldn’t find the right college for you, so you decided to work for a little bit. However, work hadn’t turned out well either. It wasn’t that you were a bad worker; you could do whatever task you were given. It’s the people you had to work with that bothered you. At your first job, a fast food joint, you had to deal with extremely rude customers. At your second job, a waitress, a coworker wouldn’t stop making fun of you. And now you just quit the desk job you had over the past 2 weeks because your boss was an incompetent ass. How he was even still WORKING there was beyond you.
At this point, you’re just about ready to throw in the towel. There just wasn’t a single place you could turn to in town that wouldn’t lead to problems. You decide to make a phone call. Your good friend Hungary should be available at this time. You take out your phone, dial the numbers, place the receiver to your ear, and wait for someone to pick up.
“Hello?” you hear a woman’s voice on the other end.
“Hey Hungary,” you say, “It’s me.”
“Hey, _________,” Hungary greets you, seeming not quite as cheery as usual, “What’s wrong? You sound kinda down.”
“I just quit my job.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I hated my boss… what’s up with you?”
“Austria broke up with me.”
“Seriously?”
“I know! He dumped me for this other girl!”
“Sorry…”
“You sound like you need a drink. Meet me at Stien’s?”
Stein’s was a local bar. You’d sometimes go there for some soda whenever you felt like heading out of the house.
“Sure,” you answer, “I’ll be there soon.”
--
You’re in your car, driving your way down to Stein’s. The sun was just starting to set at the right side of your car. Soon, you see the bar come up, and pull into the driveway. You park and get out, seeing a woman with long brown hair waiting for you at the front door. It’s Hungary.
“Hey, Hun,” you greet her.
“Hey!” she waves at you, “I was wondering if you were going to show up.”
“Sorry. I ran into some traffic and I had to stop at home to tell my parents.”
“Alright. Let’s head in!”
The two of you walk into the bar; you’re greeted by the smell of alcohol and food. It wasn’t one of the best places in town, but it was fine enough to you. You’d usually come here whenever you felt frustrated or down. Though you never really drowned your sorrows in alcohol; you preferred sugar and caffeine. Though, as you walk into the bar, you can’t help but notice a few unfamiliar faces up there.
“Why didn’t you let me box that guy in the face!?”
“Prussia, did you forget you’re on probation?”
“Come on, West! I don’t think that punching a guy is enough to get me arrested!”
You look up at the bar to see two men around your age sitting there, each drinking a beer. One of them, who was referred to as “Prussia” by the other, had white hair and red eyes. The other one that the white-haired one called “West” had blonde slicked-back hair and blue eyes. Your head tilts a bit in curiosity. You had never seen either of these men in town before. You look over at Hungary for a few seconds, seeing she’s just as curious as you. The blonde eventually feels your gaze, and turns to you.
“May we help you two?” he asks.
“Oh! Sorry!” you say.
“I don’t think we’ve seen you two in town before,” Hungary speaks, “Who are you?”
“Oh, we just drove into town! We own the two motorcycles in front,” the albino speaks.
“I’m Germany,” the blonde introduces himself, “And this is-“
“I’m the One and Only Awesomest Man on Earth Prussia!” the albino interrupts.
“… My older brother,” Germany finishes.
“I’m Hungary,” Hungary introduces herself, “And this is my friend, _________.”
You simply wave to them shyly and say, “Hi.”
“Well, what brings you two here?” Germany asks.
“We’ve both had a rough day,” you answer, “I quit my job and she got dumped.”
“Ouch,” Prussia comments, “Come up here; I’ll buy you two a drink,”
“Oh, I don’t drink,” you explain, “Mostly came here for some sodas.”
Prussia simply shrugs, “Fair enough.”
The two of you take your seats by the German bikers.

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“That’s it!” you screamed as you stormed out of the office, “I can’t stand it here anymore! I quit!”
“Don’t even think about walking out of here, _________!” you hear your boss yell at you from his office, “You can’t leave that easily!”
“I can and I will!”
“Go to hell!”
“SEE YOU THERE!”
After that exchange of words, you’re out of the building, fuming with anger. You storm your way down the street a ways until you stop at the bridge over the river. You cool down soon enough and sit down on a bench.
This was the third time you’ve lost a job. Well, in this case it wasn’t necessarily “lost.” Either way, you’ve run into some bad luck as of late. Summer was almost over and you were stuck in a rut. You had just graduated from high school, but couldn’t find the right college for you, so you decided to work for a little bit. However, work hadn’t turned out well either. It wasn’t that you were a bad worker; you could do whatever task you were given. It’s the people you had to work with that bothered you. At your first job, a fast food joint, you had to deal with extremely rude customers. At your second job, a waitress, a coworker wouldn’t stop making fun of you. And now you just quit the desk job you had over the past 2 weeks because your boss was an incompetent ass. How he was even still WORKING there was beyond you.
At this point, you’re just about ready to throw in the towel. There just wasn’t a single place you could turn to in town that wouldn’t lead to problems. You decide to make a phone call. Your good friend Hungary should be available at this time. You take out your phone, dial the numbers, place the receiver to your ear, and wait for someone to pick up.
“Hello?” you hear a woman’s voice on the other end.
“Hey Hungary,” you say, “It’s me.”
“Hey, _________,” Hungary greets you, seeming not quite as cheery as usual, “What’s wrong? You sound kinda down.”
“I just quit my job.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I hated my boss… what’s up with you?”
“Austria broke up with me.”
“Seriously?”
“I know! He dumped me for this other girl!”
“Sorry…”
“You sound like you need a drink. Meet me at Stien’s?”
Stein’s was a local bar. You’d sometimes go there for some soda whenever you felt like heading out of the house.
“Sure,” you answer, “I’ll be there soon.”
--
You’re in your car, driving your way down to Stein’s. The sun was just starting to set at the right side of your car. Soon, you see the bar come up, and pull into the driveway. You park and get out, seeing a woman with long brown hair waiting for you at the front door. It’s Hungary.
“Hey, Hun,” you greet her.
“Hey!” she waves at you, “I was wondering if you were going to show up.”
“Sorry. I ran into some traffic and I had to stop at home to tell my parents.”
“Alright. Let’s head in!”
The two of you walk into the bar; you’re greeted by the smell of alcohol and food. It wasn’t one of the best places in town, but it was fine enough to you. You’d usually come here whenever you felt frustrated or down. Though you never really drowned your sorrows in alcohol; you preferred sugar and caffeine. Though, as you walk into the bar, you can’t help but notice a few unfamiliar faces up there.
“Why didn’t you let me box that guy in the face!?”
“Prussia, did you forget you’re on probation?”
“Come on, West! I don’t think that punching a guy is enough to get me arrested!”
You look up at the bar to see two men around your age sitting there, each drinking a beer. One of them, who was referred to as “Prussia” by the other, had white hair and red eyes. The other one that the white-haired one called “West” had blonde slicked-back hair and blue eyes. Your head tilts a bit in curiosity. You had never seen either of these men in town before. You look over at Hungary for a few seconds, seeing she’s just as curious as you. The blonde eventually feels your gaze, and turns to you.
“May we help you two?” he asks.
“Oh! Sorry!” you say.
“I don’t think we’ve seen you two in town before,” Hungary speaks, “Who are you?”
“Oh, we just drove into town! We own the two motorcycles in front,” the albino speaks.
“I’m Germany,” the blonde introduces himself, “And this is-“
“I’m the One and Only Awesomest Man on Earth Prussia!” the albino interrupts.
“… My older brother,” Germany finishes.
“I’m Hungary,” Hungary introduces herself, “And this is my friend, _________.”
You simply wave to them shyly and say, “Hi.”
“Well, what brings you two here?” Germany asks.
“We’ve both had a rough day,” you answer, “I quit my job and she got dumped.”
“Ouch,” Prussia comments, “Come up here; I’ll buy you two a drink,”
“Oh, I don’t drink,” you explain, “Mostly came here for some sodas.”
Prussia simply shrugs, “Fair enough.”
The two of you take your seats by the German bikers.