Hey, guys~! Prease read! Ireland's P.O.V.

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Chapter 2

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After I finally managed to leave the office, I immediately went to Spain's workplace, a bar that Germany owned. I was stumbling due to exhaustion, from the fact that I'd been stuck ALONE with the two worst patients, France and South Korea, for almost an hour – which was way, way, WAY too much time – and I was pretty sure I was being followed. When I finally got to the bar, I stumbled in, sat down, groaned, looked straight at Spain, and said, "Spain, give me the hardest mix you can think up." because I really needed a stronger drink than even a double shift with France would require. We went through the usual motions, and when it was about time to go, I could feel drunkenness seeping thickly into my veins. I knew I should stop, because last time I'd gone and gotten drunk, I'd ended up losing my carefully constructed balance of the five basic elements that kept me from sinking into that ocean of insanity and had started a war. Purely by accident, I assure you, but it did help me regain my balances. Oh well, I decided to get drunk anyways. I needed to visit my old Citadel either way. It had probably not fallen into disrepair, thanks to Liest, who had a similar curse to mine – we both needed to keep a certain balance that most would find rather… unsavory. It wasn't our fault, well maybe a little, but I knew that I was in trouble when I felt invisible water pressing in all around me. Yep, I'd gone and lost my balance again. Ah, well.