... I'm a bad, bad authoress. But after Spain-san explained a dream he'd had to me, I lay awake forming this. So read it, as that will LET ME FUCKING SLEEP!
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Chapter 1
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When I saw Ireland stumble in like she was already drunk or something, looking over her shoulder as much as she was, the first thing I thought was that she must have been stuck with France earlier than usual, because the time she came to the bar I worked at told me she'd probably only done a single shift with him, under normal circumstances. But when she got into her usual seat, she groaned, looked at me, and said, "Spain, give me the hardest mix you can think up.", which had only happened once before, when she'd done a triple shift with her usual 'patient', France.
"Okay. But can you tell me what happened, chika?" I asked, moving for the vodka, rum, sake, and margarita I would need.
"They decided to do a 'joint session' that meant that I got stuck alone with the two worst patients, France and South Korea. Being alone with even ONE of those asnos (jackasses) is bad enough, but both is way too many." She seethed in a horribly low voice. Whoa, she was seriously pissed!
"Ah… what did Korea do…?" I asked tentatively. She replied sarcastically.
"Oh, nothing! He was a fecking angel!" She replied, then got serious. "What he REALLY did was grope me, then he did the same to France, who seized his… um, capitol region." She was still uncomfortable saying certain words. Not exactly curse words, those she was fine with - unless they implied something a little more… intimate. I quickly finished my mix for the situation and gave it to her. She thanked me, then quickly gulped it down. After that, she just drank the regular mix – vodka and margarita. Soon, my shift was over and we went home like we usually did.
Sorry for the terrible-ness, I actually typed this at school.