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2 - He's Paranoid

"Il n'y a qu'un bonheur dans la vie, c'est la vie, c'est d'aimer et d'être aimé." -George Sand

France washed her face thoroughly with the little water that was flowing out. The cold water stung her face, she was slightly irritated by the harsh cold as she left the bathroom. She missed home with every passing day. She didn't what to stay in this place for much longer. She wanted to go home...

She sat on the edge of her bed, looking out of the window as the cold air blew past. She longed for home, for the warm embrace of her family and friends. The coldness of this place made her feel so isolated, so alone. She was desperate to return to the comforts of home and the familiar warmth of those she loved. But she knew that she had to stay here. She had no choice. She felt trapped and helpless, and it was making her increasingly miserable. She wondered what things were like... things back home. Her mind was filled with thoughts of home, of the things she missed. She wondered what her family and friends were doing, if they were thinking of her, if they missed her. She yearned to know how they were doing, to hear their voices again. She longed to return to the familiar and comforting routines of home. She couldn't help but think about the simple pleasures that she was missing out on - the home-cooked meals, the smiles of loved ones, the feeling of belonging and security. These simple things were what she missed most.  These thoughts were interrupted: by a knock on her door. Or well, WRRF's house. She did crash at his place. "May i come in?" WRRF asked from behind the door. She stared blankly at the oak of the door for a second. "This is your place, my opinion does not matter, you can come in at your own wish." France looked up as the door creaked open and WRRF entered the room. She was unsure how to react to his sudden appearance, and her facial expression betrayed her feelings of awkwardness. WRRF simply shrugged, as if his presence was nothing out of the ordinary. "Wouldn't wanna be rude now, would we? " He repeated again, with a slight chuckle. France could not help but feel a little surprised by his casual attitude, but she quickly brushed it off and tried to show a more relaxed demeanor. "So, how did the talk with that priest go?" France asked, simply starting small-talk. He rubbed his temples, almost as if taking in her question. "It went... quite well, he was more cooperative than i imagined, I managed to confess some of my... sins?" WRRF hesitantly responded. Sparking interest in Frances face.

"Oh? " France raised an eyebrow in surprise, as she leaned forward. "Tell me more. " She sounded genuinely curious and interested in hearing about his encounter with the priest. WRRF was taken aback by her quick response, hesitating. "Well... It's something a bit personal." He answered. This did nothing but make France more interested. "Well, what are these sins you committed? Is it a cardinal sin?" France asked, leaning back and raising a brow. This did nothing but make France more interested. "Well, what are these sins you committed? Is it a cardinal sin?" France asked, leaning back and raising a brow. "...Yes" WRRF answered. "A cardinal sin?" She looked surprised, and a bit intrigued. "A serious sin, then. Do you think God will forgive you for committing such a serious sin, especially if it is unforgivable?" She was intrigued by his story now, and looked to hear more details on what this sin was. "...I hope so." WRRF answered. A bit uncomfortable, his eyes glanced at every corner, at everything, everything except her eyes. He couldn't muster to look at her in the face. "Oh, I apologize if the questions are... uncomfortable, I'm simply inquiring about your wellbeing." France spoke, seeing the uncertainty in his eyes. France gave him a reassuring smile, seeing how he was clearly feeling uncomfortable. "It's okay, I understand. " she said gently, trying to put him at ease. "I'm just curious to know what this sin was. " She waited patiently, expecting him to reveal it to her, but he seemed hesitant. WRRF nodded left and right. "I'm sorry but uh..." He looked anxious as he spoke. "...I don't think i can tell you that, at least right now." WRRF explained. She stared at him, blankly, blinking a few times. "Very well, open up when you deem it fit." France responded, looking out her window. He simply turned around, and left the room without saying a word. France watched as he left, feeling a bit disappointed. She had been intrigued by his story, about this mysterious sin he had committed. Now, she was left without answers. She tried to brush it off, and went back to staring out the window. She began to think about what sin could be so grave that he wasn't willing to talk about it. She wondered if WRRF would eventually open up to her about it.

WRRF stood outside the door, rubbing his forehead. God, he was sweating so much at that moment. "Almost slipped up..." WRRF muttered to himself, seemingly disgusted with himself. Next to him stood the guard, WRRF turned to face him. WRRF if the guard was listening to everything he just said in that room... "Plesetsk." WRRF called out the guards name. Plesetsk turned to face him. "Yes, sir?" Plesetsk asked. "Did you hear everything i just said?" WRRF asked. Plesetsk nodded. "Not to worry, sir, Your secrets are safe with me." The guard reassured him. WRRF felt relieved, but he now had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He felt a tinge of regret over letting that piece of information slip, even if it was just a small slip. But he reminded himself that she was never one to meddle or pry. So he brushed aside his fears, assuming that she would just let it be and move on. He turned to the guard, who was standing by. "Can I trust you to remain quiet about what I said?" WRRF asked cautiously. "Yes sir." The guard calmly exclaimed. WRRF watched as Plesetsk gripped the handle of his gun. "If you want, I can get rid of her." Plesetsk suggested, his eyes fixed on WRRF's eyes. WRRF stared at Plesetsk dumbfounded for a few seconds, his eyes immediately perked up as he realized what Plesetsk was suggesting. "NO NO NO-" WRRF explained, catching his breath. "Plesetsk, I appreciate you caring so much, but lets not get so radical so quick-" WRRF explained. "Very well." Plesetsk lowered his gun. WRRF breathed a sigh of relief as Plesetsk lowered his gun. He felt grateful for the guard's loyalty and dedication to protecting him and his secrets, but at the same time, it was a bit alarming how easily he offered to get rid of France. He realized that he had to watch his tongue more carefully around the guard. He looked down at his pocketwatch, noting the time and realizing that it was getting rather late. He had one more duty to fulfill before calling it a night. "Plesetsk, I want you to issue more border exercises, I have some paperwork to do in the meantime." WRRF ordered. Plesetsk nodded. "Very well, sir." WRRF watched as Plesetsk left the room, now free to do the paperwork he had on his to-do list. He sat down on his desk, getting started on the tedious documents he had to fill out. He worked for a few hours, making sure that everything was done properly. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door again. WRRF watched as Plesetsk left the hall, now free to do the paperwork he had on his to-do list. He sat down on his desk, getting started on the tedious documents he had to fill out. He worked for a few hours, making sure that everything was done properly. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door again. It was the other guard... Ukhta. Ukhta stood there, as WRRF gestured him to come inside. "There is something I think you should know." Ukhta said, taking a seat. WRRF was now fully alert, his curiosity piqued. "What is it?" WRRF asked, eager to know what information the guard was about to share with him. "It's about..." Ukhta paused, searching for the right words. "France." He finished. "What about her?" WRRF asked, his curiosity peaked. "...Sir, I don't mean to insult you, neither her but..."