"Dakotah, Dakotah, wake up Dakotah!"
Italy, who had become my walking, talking, pasta-eating alarm clock, was standing beside my bed, batting my hand between his. I pulled a pillow out from underneath my head and batted him with it.
"Don't you have a snooze button?" I complained, pulling the aforementioned pillow over my head.
"Come on Dakotah, time to get up! Germany says it's time for training!"
"Already?" I whined, looking at my clock. "It's only nine."
"Come on!" Italy pulled me out of bed by my right hand. I landed on the floor with a solid thud and said "I'm not getting up."
"But Dakotah, you have to! If you don't, Germany's going to be really really mad and you know how scary he gets when he's mad! Please Dakotah, come protect me from Germany and Mr. Russia, they scare me!"
"Ok, ok, quit your yammering." I said, getting up off the floor. "Just let me get dressed. I don't want to go to training in my nightgown."
"Oh, thank you Dakotah Island! I am so grateful to you!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm your hero, just get out so I can get changed. And how many times do I have to tell you, call me Dakotah."
Italy skipped merrily out of my room, shutting the door behind him.
"That kid got hit by the loony bus." I mumbled to myself as I skimmed through my closet, looking for my uniform. "It's so chibi."
