Disclaimer: You know it already.
Siesta time!
The boredom of World Conference started to increase its zenith. England was talking about latest data connecting with global warming, but – in fact – nobody was listen to what he want to say. Nobody could focus, even, when they really wanted (like Germany, Japan or Sweden). Nobody also had any will and strength to do even some chit-chat between each other. Their heads was heavy like a cannonballs, when lethargic countries tried not to fall asleep. Behind the window there was really nice weather. Sun was shining right through the big, clean panes and hitting sleepy faces of bored nations.
The arms of clock above the platform showed 13th hour. It was weird that noticed it only Spain. He suddenly felt the joy, which couldn't be hidden from others. It's time! One of the best times in Mediterranean man's day! He needed to tell others, before they overlooked it. Antonio stood up, surprising everybody around, and yelled happily:
"Siesta time!"
The faces of Feliciano, Romano and Hercules suddenly grinned and all Mediterranean nations drew out of round table night-bags and pillows. The rest of countries was startled… No, they were shocked because of this. They could even say a word. They just watched Spain, South and North Italy and Greece, when they put on the floor sleeping-bags and starts to mend pillows.
"All right!" Feliciano said with enthusiasm and jump into night-bag. "I'm goona have great dream about pasta."
"You always have dream about pasta, dumbass!" His brother yelled. "Let's try, for once, dream about something else!"
"Now I'm sure, I will be dreaming about you cute tomato face, Romano." Antonio teased.
"Spaniard, don't even think about mocking me!" South Italy warned him.
"Man, I hope you wouldn't be that noisy, just like last time." Greece sighed. "You ruined my dream about killing Turkey. And it didn't came back to me, you bastards."
"Just sleep now, Hercules." Spain answered.
Like one man, whole four leaned their heads on pillows and closed their eyes.
"Err…" Germany finally opened his mouth. Four countries stared at him, with annoyed expression. "I was wondered…" he started again, but he was too confused to end the sentence.
"Oh, you wonna sleep too, Germany." North Italy said with smile. "Well, you could bring your sleep-bag then."
"Don't even think about sleeping with my brother, potato head." Romano said.
"Well, you know," England started. "we are in middle of meeting."
"You should think about it before you decided to make World Conference during siesta time." Antonio answered. "Nobody listened to you anyway?"
"I see, you want to make me repeat what I've done to your Great Armada." Arthur said and he already was preparing himself to jump on Antonio, but he was stopped by Alfred.
"Well, a little nap won't hurt anybody." America argued. Everybody rolled their eyes from sleepyheads to him. "Let's make some break. How long it will take?"
"At least to 5 o'clock." Greece answered.
Once again there was uncomfortable silence.
"Well, perfectly for a tea." England said.