Ukraine was just sitting around on the sofa, drinking some shandy, when she happened to glance at the clock. It was nearing 8pm and some of the nations were getting tired and irritable. Italy was unconcious on Romano's chest. Said Southern Italian was scowling in his sleep, which was actually rather adorable. They were both mumbling in Italian about some kind of pasta. Or tomato. Ukraine wasn't really sure, she didn't speak any languages other than Ukrainian, English and the universal language Esperanto.
"Англія? Don't you think ve should be putting these little ones to bed, now?" Ukraine whispered into the ear of the man sat next to her. He was talking to Canada, trying to calm him down after America had knocked several frying pans on the invisible nation. The silly boy had tried to make maple syrup pasta burgers. (turns out Italy had snuck into the kitchen as well.) They had turned into a disgusting mess, and Ukraine was very pissed at the young nations having wasted her food. More to the point, he jumped out of his skin when he heard Ukraine speaking to him.
"Bollocks! You made me jump out of my skin!" England gasped, laughing a little. Ukraine smiled at him and repeated her question. The Brit nodded and glanced up at the clock, hauling himself up and holding Canada in his arms. ""I'll take this one up first, he can share a bed with America. Can you take up the Italies?" he asked. The busty nation grinned in response and carefully scooped up the pasta-lovers. England stepped out into the hall, but three seconds later when Ukraine came out into the hall he was nowhere to be seen. Shrugging it off, she tucked up the Italies into a sleeping bag on a bed, and went to go downstairs again, but she froze just outside the other bedroom. The door was open a crack and she popped her head inside the little room.

England had his back to the door, and he was tucking Canada, America, and Liechtenstein into their beds, singing softly.
"Frère Jacques, frère Jacques,
Schläfst du noch? Schläfst du noch?
Morning bells are ringing, morning bells are ringing,
Ding dang dong, ding dang dong."
He managed to sing it around three times before the three nations were all fast asleep. He smiled and kissed each of their heads, turning towards the door. Ukraine quickly dashed out the door and pressed herself against the wall, pretending she hadn't heard him, but the gentleman seemed to know. He came out of the room and saw her near the door and began to blush furiously.
"Er, um... ah..." he stuttered, clearly embarassed. He mumbled a few Old English curse words and looked up at the slightly taller woman. "I was just helping America, Liechtenstein and Canadiania get to sleep!" he said, stumbling over his words and somehow messing up Canada's name. Ukraine just chuckled, giving his shoulder a quick pat and beginning to walk downstairs. The only nation down there now was Iceland, who didn't know the game of Hide and Seek was over.

Even as they got downstairs, England was still bright red. Ukraine giggled, something she didn't do very often.
"England, your song vas very good! I didn't understand very much of ze vords but I liked it! You should not be zo embarassed!" she explained to him, giving him a gentle flick on the arm. The Brit just turned a darker shade of red. He now resembled a tomato with bushy eyebrows and blond hair.
"Um... thank you, Ukraine..." he said, trailing off. He wasn't really sure what to say and the author wasn't sure what to write.
"Stop ruining ze story, Thoytsi!" Ukraine yelled. A girl's voice seemed to come through the ceiling and yelled back at her to stop breaking the 'fourth wall', whatever that was. England just rolled his eyes, beginning to say something. However, instead of words, a huge yawn came out of his mouth. The Brit sighed.
"I'm sorry, love, but I should probably get to sleep too. In my home it's only 6 o'clock but for some reason I'm exhausted." he admitted sheepishly. The busty woman smiled at him cheerfully and went over to a nearby cupboard, pulling out a few blankets and a pillow.
"Vould you be okay sleeping on ze sofa? I can not be guaranteeing zat Belarus von't come in randomly in ze middle of ze night but vunce she realises Little Brother isn't here she'll go avay." Ukraine said happily. England nodded and gratefully took the blankets from the taller woman.
"Of course, I'll be fine. And I'll probably be asleep long before midnight." the Brit said, smiling.
"Vell, if zat's ze case I shall be going upstairs to check nobody is jumping on zeir beds!" she replied, heading up the stairs.

England spread out his blankets and pillow on the squashy, slightly worn sofa. He pulled on the old, holey off-white t-shirt that he slept in and climbed into his bed, wearing just his Union Jack boxers and shirt. His clothes lay neatly folded on the arm rest, and he gave the room a quick tidy, washing out a couple of used mugs and putting some toys back in the cupboard.
The Brit crawled under the covers, falling asleep almost immediately. He dropped off into a deep, dreamless sleep, and would have slept right through until morning, if he hadn't been woken up.
He felt something small and wet fall on his face and grumbled something about his fairies leaving the windows open and the British weather, before realising that only Alice was here with him, and he wasn't in Britain anymore. He stood up on the sofa, pulling the little window shut.
Now he was awake, he decided to make the most of it and have a cup of tea and check on Iceland and Finland, who were also sleeping in the living room.
Once the kettle had boiled, he made his tea and cupped his hands around the mug, stealing it's warmth. He sipped it and walked back into the living room, and smiled at how sweet the sleeping nation looked.

Wait.
Sleeping nation.
Where was Iceland?

A/N MWAHAHA!

Where is Icey?

I'd like to thank all my awesome reviewers again, and especially Cookie or whatever her name was for giving me awesome ides! Thank you so much! Sorry for the late update, gotta dash! School!