It Will Heal [[ CLOSED ]]
Germany mumbled to himself while covering his eye, walking into his own home.
He swore, today was not his day what so ever. First he was called in by Merkel, her wanting him to come in for a small meeting, however she changed both time and location on him twice because of her own reasons. Then he dropped a whole folders worth of documents on his way upstairs to meet her (considering he had little time), and was set back even more because of it. Then while he was rushing to meet his boss, the next thing he knew, a door flew open and hit him dead in the face. Of course it hurt, however, his eye took most of the damage. So now it was sore, while the rest of his face was healed, and he knew a bruise had formed. It was a bit embarrassing to explain it to his boss but did it anyway, went on with the last minute meeting, then got back out. The only thing good about this day was that he was finally off.
"So ridiculous. If only she kept to the original time and place where we would meet this wouldn't of happened."
The German growled after shutting the door of his house. He was just now glad to be home. And since it was Friday, his weekend has officially begun, having Saturdays and Sundays off as always. Hopefully before Monday his eye would heal. He sure it would. With any luck it will be all better by Sunday morning (considering him being a nation any sort of damage done to his body would heal faster then that of a human after all).
In the mean time he wanted to try to calm down, and relax, while also trying to make the healing proses go quicker. So he went for the kitchen to get an ice pack that was likely set somewhere in the ice box. At least no one else would be able to see him like this.
