_____, I will be heading to the meeting now. Try to get everything done, da? Your boss called to you from the door to your office.
You smiled and sweetly replied, Of course, sir.
That was always your nature, to be grateful and happy about everything around you. You truly believed you could find good in anything and anyone, and in any situation, and had made a habit of finding those little, sunny things every day.
When you had gotten your job, you were grateful to have the chance to help your country. When you were working with another country, you were eager to meet somebody new. When you went to take notes at the meetings with your boss, you got to meet so many interesting people; but if you were too busy to go, you were content to have the office space to yourself to work in.
You stretched happily, thinking about your job. You had been working with Russia for nearly a full year now, and you had already learned to recognize many other countries as well. You rarely got the chance to talk with any of them on your own aside from your boss, but you didnt mind it. You always told yourself that they were likely very busy, and you knew it was unlikely that they didnt want to be near you for any reason. They hardly knew you, after all.
Giggling, you turned back to your work. It wasnt very hard, although it sometimes took a long time to finish. You had seen bigger stacks of paperwork on other countries desks though, so you wouldnt complain about your own work.
While you were happily working, you looked up to see a strange man at the door to your office. Smiling, you greeted him, Hello, can I help you?
He giggled in a funny way, and when he came closer to you it seemed like he was bouncing. Yes, poppet, I think that would be good. I dont need help, but I could use you.
You were confused by the man. He made you think of England, who your boss had pointed out to you before, but you had never seen him dress so colorfully or speak in riddles. You put down your pen and stood up, regardless of the growing feeling of unease in your gut. What do you need, then?
Oh~ A little sugar, a little spice
He started giggling again, and you began to worry about his mental state. Did he need a doctor, maybe
? Just everything nice!
I dont understand sir, should I call someone for you
? As you finished speaking you reached for the phone, only to pause as the room went dark.
Oh no, oh dear, you dont need to call! The odd man giggled again, getting closer to you as you finally began to back away. He was speaking a little quieter now and you didnt trust it.
I dont need anybody else. He spoke in a hushed, high-pitched baby voice that sent shivers down your back, before throwing a sort of white, sticky powder from a paper bag behind his back into your face.
You coughed and wiped at your face, sputtering at the taste of powdered sugar lingering on the tip of your tongue. You looked up at the man with a look of alarm on your face. What!?!
You only received a mad, Cheshire grin in response as you felt your face and tongue burning numbly. You tried to rub more of the powder off of your face, only really succeeding in patting yourself clumsily on the nose and wincing. You swayed where you stood, feeling really dizzy and unstable suddenly, before you felt yourself collapse and could feel no more.