Italy had gone from confused to irritated and angry by the time we reached the motel. Not the best place to drag an unconscious man into, but it would do. America was thankfully still out when I opened the car door. I slide my arms under the American and hoist him onto my shoulder. Walking towards the motel door, I can feel Italy's eyes burning holes in my back.

We walk in and hope no one is in the lobby. Apparently tonight was not our night.

"Um, what happened to your friend?" The manager asks from behind the motel desk.

"Late night drinking." Italy pipes up. "He doesn't seem to know when to stop. Passed out right in the bar."

The manager squints at us. "You're not from around here, are you?" He questions, noticing Italy's accent.

"Nope, just visiting a cousin." Italy says.

"All of you?"

"It's an odd family." I say and shove Italy to head to our room before he could ask any more questions.

Japan sat on one bed, reading a book when we entered the room.

"I see things went well." Japan says, noticing the slumped American.

"He won't be out for much longer, help me tie him up." I order, setting America in a chair.

We all grab some rope and bind the nation to his seat. Not even a moment after we finish, America starts to shift.

"Ow." He moans, blinking open his eyes. "Where am I?"

"Irrelevant." I state.

America rolls his eyes. "What is this Germany? Do we really need a repeat of me kicking your sorry ass?"

I slap the American's bruised head, causing him to wince. "Can't we spend some time with our favorite hero?" I mock.

"No autographs, please." He says, his voice just as mocking. "Seriously, what do you want?"

"Get comfy, you'll be here for awhile." Italy states.

America wiggles in his bonds and sighs. "Really? A motel and rope? These walls aren't soundproof you know."

He takes a deep breath as if he were to start yelling but before he can, Japan covers his nose and mouth with a cloth. The American's eyes roll back and he slumps once more.

"Keep an eye on him." Japan says, heading towards the door. "I'll be back in a day or two."

Italy and I are left alone with no one but a knocked out country to keep us company.

"Are you still mad about the...?" I mime kissing.

Italy glares at me.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Why, out of all things, did you do that?" He spits.

"Because it was out of character enough to get him to believe it was a dream! And it worked!" I say. "Why do you care?"

Italy shakes his head in disgust. "I'll watch America first, I'll wake you if anything happens."

I get up and grab a towel from the bathroom and tie it around the American's mouth,

forming a gag.

"There." I say. "That should keep him from screaming when he comes to. Wake me in an hour."

Italy gives a curt nod then turns away from me. I settle into the lumpy motel bed, wishing a certain Italian was cuddling with me rather than being angry at me.