The sound of an alarm angrily blared throughout a certain British man's room, causing him to groan before he slowly reached out for the horrid beast and
calmed it with the push of the snooze button. This grumbling nation was none other than England in all his sleepy glory. By the way, reader, I should probably
let you know that England had a terrible dream the night before about a certain event between him and our dear America. Yes, the Revolutionary War that
caused the rift between the two brothers since that sorrowful day. It was the day the poor Brit was left in the mud, drowning in the rain and his own tears.
I just wanted to let you know since it's important to the plot of this story. Anyway, on with the tale! England sighed, suddenly finding his bed comforter very
interesting. That dream again.. he thought, blinking the sleep away from his eyes. Standing to his feet, he shuffled toward his wardrobe to select the outfit he
would be wearing. He was having this same dream almost every night and it never got any easier.
He wouldn't ever admit it, but he still considered America as his little brother, and would always love him no matter what. He suddenly remembered something
and let his droopy gaze drift to the clock on his nightstand, reading it as 10:30 A.M. There was a late meeting scheduled for today, but England reaaally didn't
want to attend because he would have to see almost everyone he hated and the one he wish he could. The sound of his phone on the nightstand snapped
him out his thoughts. Groaning in annoyance, he forgot about his clothes for the moment and went to check his messages. He saw that he had one unread
text from Germany of all people.
What the bloody hell does he want? He wondered before tapping the little virtual envelope. His frown became less prominent as he read the message.
Thankfully, the meeting was cancelled due to extreme weather at the summit. After setting the phone down, England walked back to his wardrobe and shut it's
gaping mouth, deciding he wouldn't need to get dressed so soon.
England let out yet another sigh, feeling half relieved and half disappointed. Yes, it was good that he wouldn't have to put up with yet another pointless
meeting but what else was he supposed to do that day? The island nation trudged down the winding staircase into his living room. Seeing nothing of interest,made his way to his own personal library. What better to do than to read a good novel?
He pulled out his Great Expectations book that he had literally read a thousand times and sat down to enjoy it once again. Soon into the read, his eyelids
began to droop and his shoulders starting to slack. Without realizing it, he had fallen asleep.