IC: "That idiot..."
She felt awful... not sick, not achy. Just awful.
And it was 95.5% Danmark's fault. It always was, wasn't it? Some days, it was worse though. She had tosses and turned all night, having nightmares about back then... She didn't want to be like this, what was wrong with her...?! Other countries had been through (far) worse and they didn't...
Sniffing softly, she sat curled in the window seat of her front room, gazing out at her lawn, half looking and half looking through. She just... everything was wrong today. She hadn't even bothered to change from her pajamas, only having put a thick sweater over the top to keep herself warm and a pair of socks that fit loosely up to her knees. It wasn't cold in her house, but... She felt cold inside.
Hunching her shoulders a little, the Nordic tucked her chin inside of the collar of her sweater, and brushed a bit of her hair (which was in a loose ponytail) back from her face.
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And it was 95.5% Danmark's fault. It always was, wasn't it? Some days, it was worse though. She had tosses and turned all night, having nightmares about back then... She didn't want to be like this, what was wrong with her...?! Other countries had been through (far) worse and they didn't...
Sniffing softly, she sat curled in the window seat of her front room, gazing out at her lawn, half looking and half looking through. She just... everything was wrong today. She hadn't even bothered to change from her pajamas, only having put a thick sweater over the top to keep herself warm and a pair of socks that fit loosely up to her knees. It wasn't cold in her house, but... She felt cold inside.
Hunching her shoulders a little, the Nordic tucked her chin inside of the collar of her sweater, and brushed a bit of her hair (which was in a loose ponytail) back from her face.
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