[Holland, at this point, is feeling pretty awful. He'd had to drink the water - it wasn't as if he could taste it thanks to the hazmat's gas - and it left him feverish and sick for most of the previous day. That combined with the injury on his leg had left him too weak to do much until this morning. Still feeling terrible, he'd simply dragged himself out of the church into what looks like a nightmare, with the mist and the ruined town and carnival around him.
Still, as bad as he felt, he'd really had worse in his long history as a nation.
Frustrated by not being able to explore the funhouse like he'd wanted to before Ciel and Charles stopped him, and at a loss for what to do now, he'll head for the only place he hadn't visited yet - and is surprised to see he can open the door to the house without any trouble.
That doesn't mean his revolver isn't in his hand as he limps inside, though.]
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Still, as bad as he felt, he'd really had worse in his long history as a nation.
Frustrated by not being able to explore the funhouse like he'd wanted to before Ciel and Charles stopped him, and at a loss for what to do now, he'll head for the only place he hadn't visited yet - and is surprised to see he can open the door to the house without any trouble.
That doesn't mean his revolver isn't in his hand as he limps inside, though.]