my friend dreamed this up and told me to write it she woke up screaming "no not france not france!"
I do not own hetalia cuz if I did I would be arrested
So cold… It's always cold when we sleep in the galley. I sneeze, pulling my blood tinted sheets closer to me, I listen to the hushed whispers of the other girls. I don't know why they insist on talking the whole night… oh well their loss. I close my eyes and slowly yet surely I become lulled to sleep by the faint melody of the waves near bye.
A faint but of light comes to my eyes oh great even when the councilors let us sleep in I still wake up early, my morning thoughts nag at me. I just lie there savoring the unexpected warmth I found this morning. Usually I'm always freezing in the galley, day or night. I ignore the thought, resting for a few more minutes and hugging my pillo- wait I don't remember my pillow being this firm and why is there a damp wind puffing on my eyes? Slowly I open my eyes finding myself face to face with France, my least favorite character in hetalia.