"That was the last time I ever fall asleep during a meeting! Totally!"
"You think I'm bloody happy I fell asleep? At least I have a good excuse!"
"I already heard it! And it was totally lame!"
Poland and England's limbs entangled, and Poland's forehead knocked against England's. Both their faces were flushed red, as England arched backwards.
"No! Stop that! You have, like, no idea what you're doing!"
"I bloody well have a very good idea of what I'm doing! Just hold still already!"
"I can't hold still! You're hurting me!"
"Well, if you'd stop squirming about, maybe it wouldn't hurt!"
"Just hold still a minute!"
All movement paused for a moment, as England peered at Poland, green locking onto green.
"Did you have a better idea? Because I remember you saying only minutes earlier that I could take charge of this." He said tersely.
"Yeah, well, now you're messing it up, so I'm in charge!"
"...right. So what do you propose?"
"What if we just say we're sorry?"
"...well, I'm not, but all right. Worth a try."
"We're sorry, all right? We won't ever fall asleep again! Now please, let us out of the box!" Poland pleaded, listening for signs of anyone nearby.
There was a soft sigh, and the top of the box opened.
"I think you've learned your lesson..." Lithuania helped Poland out, then England.
"Yes, well, if you people ever stick me in a box again, I will totally establish Polish rule!" Poland spouted, walking off. England huffed as well, turning on his heel.
"And I'll kill every single bloody one of you!"
Just a tiny little drabble for y'all...