*February 10th.

He was in his house, it was an early morning and he felt very drained. He had just woken up and he was making himself some tea, his hair tied back in a messy braid, his movements slow and calculated as he put the kettle on the stove, sorting through teabags before he found a simple fruit tea that he hadn’t tried before, France had given it to him a few weeks ago, so he thought he should maybe try it even if France didn’t have the best taste in tea.