“Romanooo!”
You poked his cheek – and were ignored. You poked it again. And again. “Romanooo! Stop acting as if you were asleep! I heard you talk to yourself just two minutes ago!”
You bent over him, puffing into his ear.
Finally his eyes opened.
“This is so not cool,” Prussia stated as he laid down on the hard, uncomfortable mat of the jail bed. Yes, jail.
Spain smiled slightly. “No objection here.”
The noise of a door being unlocked was heard, then steps and a very pissed off voice. “...
