You grumble, rubbing your eyes as you nervously walked into your boss's office. Quietly shutting the door behind you, a frown grew on your face at the sight of the German country sitting at his desk still; cold coffee next to him as he scribbled words onto a paper, bags under his caramel eyes. "Sir?" Germany jumped, turning to you in shocked confusion for a moment before calming. "It's one in the morning, Mr. Germany, you should be getting home."