Morose
/məˈrōs/
adjective
sullen and ill-tempered.
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Canada's eyes stayed glued onto the screen as he diligently typed on the keyboard of his laptop. The soft yet still audible clicking sound each key made once he pressed on it filled the—what would be—silent room. It was all he heard. That was fine. He enjoyed the quiet. It was a comfort to him.
He continued typing, his moose ears twitching from time to time. He clicked on the enter button twice to start a new paragraph, then stopped writing. He placed his hands down on the desk, unsure of what to do now. He simply stared at the report that was displayed, reading what he could without scrolling up to the previous page. This page was only two paragraphs long.
Do not get me wrong—it would be in our best interest to continue on with the renovations of the Chorhenn Wing. I am a firm believer in that, though, I also believe that further restrictions must be put into place to prevent any further injuries. What happened to Mexico should not be simply swept under the rug or brushed aside as a simple accident. Employee negligence is the culprit here, and we must tackle that problem as soon as possible. I do suggest switching a few of the employees as I have observed some mishandling or disregarding their duties.
Again, I sincerely apologize for only noticing this now. If I had made a thorough background check on each of the workers — which I hadn't done as I thought that it was unnecessary— then we could've avoided this. I will make sure that this will not occur again.
Sighing, he pulled his hands away from the keyboard. This was supposed to be an apology, right? After Mexico inhaled too much of the air in The Rift because a careless employee, which he hired, left a door open. He could just end it there and move on to something else— so he could try and cure his procrastination habits— but he felt as though it wasn't sincere enough.
He guesses that continuing it later would be fine. Yes, he knew that he was supposed to stop himself from procrastinating from time to time, but as long as he didn't delay it for an entire week, then he didn't count it as procrastinating.
Canada leaned back in his seat, stretching his legs and arms. He heard a few cracks as he straightened his knees, and all of a sudden, he really wanted to lie down. Unfortunately for him, he did check a while ago and saw that it was far from 4PM, which was the time he could go home. It was 12, or somewhere around it.
He fixed his posture and moved his chair closer to the desk using one hand, while running his fingers on the carvings of the vibrant mocha brown wood. Looking towards the direction window, he sighed and stood up. He noticed the plant that he had usually kept near the said window was beginning to wilt. Probably because he didn't water it for a few days.
Taking the water bottle in his hands, he walked over to the plant. Its leaves drooped above the white, mini teapot shaped, ceramic pot. He reached a hand out and adjusted the position of the thing so it was facing the sunlight better as he poured water on the soil, attempting to limit the amount of water that would hit the leaves.
Once Canada was satisfied with the amount of water he gave the plant, he pulled the bottle away and took a step back. He stared down at the herb, unsure of what to do now. To an outsider, he looked as if he was waiting for the plant to do something. For it to instantly grow back.
He bit his lip as he decided to head back, turning around and walking back to his desk. He stretched his back as he sat back down and looked at the email he was still writing. It could wait for later, he thought to himself as he placed it into his drafts. There were about a dozen unfinished emails, but he didn't make a move to open any of them.
He just rested in the silence of his office, laying back in his chair and staring up at the ceiling.
Unfortunately, this peaceful silence didn't last forever.
"Canada."
Canada jumped up at the sudden sound as America swung open his office door and let himself in without even knocking. Canada groaned and rubbed his eyes.
"What now, America?" He asked, making sure the annoyance was clear in his voice. He then gestured over to his desk, which had a few papers strewn about. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
America closed the door behind him.
"Yes, I can see that, but this is kind of an emergency." He stepped closer to Canada's desk. "UK's missing."
Canada blinked, processing the information.
"Missing?" He repeated, narrowing his eyes.
"Yes. Missing." America affirmed. "I checked his house and his office. I even asked Wales and he said that he hadn't seen UK anywhere."
Canada looked down at his desk, trying to find something to say. "Well, what if he's just went shopping or something?"
America shook his head.
"Then he has been out shopping for a very long time." He said. "UK has probably been missing for 5 days so far."
"5 days?" Canada had to do a double take because of what America had said. "Wh— Why— When did you begin to suspect that UK was missing?"
America rubbed the back of his neck and looked down.
"From the very beginning I guess." He admits. "Listen— I just wanted to be sure if he really was missing."
Canada stared up at America for a few moments, before sighing.
"Let's just talk about this later." He bit his lip before taking out his phone. "I'll call UN and inform him about UK's disappearance."
"Should I tell Aussie about this?" He asks.
"...Yeah. If you want to." Canada says as he types in UN's phone number. "I don't see how he'll be much help though."
America doesn't verbally respond, and instead nods before walking out of the office, closing the door behind him.
Canada waits for UN to respond, listening to the faint ringing from his phone as he presses it up against his ear.
"Good day, UN I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I'd like to report a... disappearance."
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"Who is it?" New Zealand asked as he watched Australia look at his phone. Someone was calling him.
"Its... America." Australia says, narrowing his eyes. "What does he want?"
"Well, there's only one way to find out." New Zealand shrugged. "He doesn't call us often, so this is serious, right?"
"Or a prank call." Australia rolled his eyes before pressing 'answer' and putting the phone on speaker for New Zealand to hear. "Hello?"
"Australia. I uh— I have some news for you." America said, and Australia raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?" He spoke, showing his interest and telling America to continue
"UK is missing."
Australia and New Zealand stayed silent for a few moments, processing the information.
"I'm sorry— What?" Australia stuttered, his eyebrows furrowing as he leaned closer towards the phone. "For how long?"
"Er..." America hesitated. "Five days I believe."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier...?" Australia asked.
"Well... I wanted to be completely sure that he was actually missing, y'know." America gave an empty chuckle. "You know how UN can be whenever we report something to him and he finds out that we just wasted his time..."
"Bruh."
"So... What the hell do we do now?" New Zealand finally spoke up, looking at Australia.
"No fucking clue." Australia huffed, looking back at New Zealand. "Why don't you ask America?"
"Well, you guys should help us look for UK. That's pretty clear." America replied. "Just meet us at my office at the UN headquarters, and then we'll talk about our next move.'
"Sounds good." Australia sighed as he nodded. "We'll be there at 10."
"Mhm. Alright." America hummed. "Thanks. Anyways, I'll be checking if Canada's done talking to UN. Bye."
"Goodb--" Australia spoke, but America hung up before he could finish. He turned to New Zealand. "C'mon. We don't want to piss America off, or Canada."
"... Yeah." New Zealand nodded as he got up from his chair.
They began to walk out of the building they were in and made their way to Australia's car.
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Reposted due to spelling errors.
Here's a new chapter! Hopefully you enjoyed it.
Sorry for posting so late. I've been busy with school and stuff plus I couldn't find the motivation to write anything for a while.
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