'Bloody Hell' Arthur thought to himself, as he tried to move on the small bed. 'Why did the hotel have to only have one bed?' The English man glowered at the American, whom was sharing the bed with him. "Ugh, Alfred! Move over you are pushing me off the bed." Arthur said giving the other a small push. He sighed in relief when Alfred rolled over onto his side, mumbling something about hamburgers or some nonsense like that.
'Ahh Finally I can get some sleep.' He thought to himself, finally closing his eyes, and snuggling into the bed. It wasn't long though before the American rolled over, practically on top of him, that he realized just how much of a long night this was going to be.