Hetalia isn't mine? Eh, no biggie... *cries in a corner*

They think he is lazy. They think he is inattentive. They think that he is uninterested and is willing to show his lack of interest even if it offends the other person. Some people would go far as to think that he is drunk all of the time and that he's constantly fighting to not pass out without success, or that the night before, he was partying a lot and having quick flings and it was all catching up to him in the morning after. But they were all wrong.

Greece wasn't oblivious to the world's view of him. As much as his eyelids involuntarily shut close, it didn't stop him from seeing the snide stares. As loud as his nasally snore were, they didn't drown out the disapproving comments the other nations made about his annoying sleeping habits and his apparent slothfulness. None of the other nations understood how wrong they are about Greece and his weird, random, out-of-the-blue sleep that shuts down his mind. They obviously don't notice that before his head bobs down and his eyelids cover his eyes, Greece is very alert and attentive and very active-minded (though it doesn't really show in his peaceful, quiet, carefree demeanor). Worse of it all, no matter how much irritation or concern they'd feel for Greece (if they were to let go some of their frustration to feel concern for him at all) it would never match the loathing and burdensome impatience he felt towards himself.

Greece worked his hardest to disprove his image as the lazy passive-aggressive bum who would choose naps over responsibility, but it wasn't getting easier with his condition. No one seemed to try as hard as Greece to prove that he is very diligent and willing to work tirelessly, yet no matter how hard he tries, his condition always get in the way; no one was more willing to risk a heart attack by ingesting one type of stimulant after another (sometimes multiple, untested stimulants) for the sake of national duty, but he still manages to fall short of his ambition and not get his work done. It was because of this condition that he missed a lot of vital information and fell behind on his work. Messy paperwork, missing reports, miscalculated statistics, and now a "very loose" tax law and a failing economy, all because his eyes fell shut on their own accord.

Even worse, his failing economy not only provided more "proof" for the others to think that their opinions were true (because only diligent nations wouldn't let their economy decline), but it made him fall ill, and that new illness weakened him and made staying up when needed all the more difficult. He couldn't focus, he couldn't drive on his own, he couldn't cook his own meals lest he was willing to die in a burning condominium. It even ruined his social life; date after date, women would get up and leave in a pissed huff thinking that Greece found them so boring or unimportant that he would just rudely fall asleep right there in his seat, and no amount of sweet-talking and apologizing- thankfully unaffected by his sleeping disorder- made up for it. It just seemed that there was no way of getting out of this bad luck, and yet, he still foolishly tries to fight it.

He was fighting it today, actually. After downing around six Grande-sized latte with extra sugar and half a bottle of B-vitamin capsules during the airplane trip, Greece felt sure that this time he will stay up and get through this meeting with eyes wide open and mind totally sharp. Today was going pretty well, albeit the caffeine was making his body more jittery than he wished, which made focusing on the still, dull meeting when his body wanted to move wildly somewhat challenging. At least he was able to listen to the lecture and take the needed notes. He was quickly scratching notes in his notebook, filling in the blue lines with political currents, education statistics, and environment conditions.

The next minute, Greece then found his head nestled comfortably on a soft, suit pants lap. When his eyes fluttered open, Greece turned his head slightly to look up into the face of the man whose lap he occupied. He found that it was Japan, whose face froze with an uncomfortable and embarrassed expression as he stared unblinking head.

"Damn, it happened again, didn't it?" Greece whispered to Japan.

"Hai," Japan nodded stiffly. He shifted in his seat.

"Damn," Greece hissed again. He slowly rose off of Japan's thighs and rubbed his eyes. Even with his mind still foggy from just getting out of another random sleep, Greece could distinctively hear the hushed comments already filling the silence.

"Ugh, he's so lazy…"

"Why doesn't he just stay home if he didn't feel like focusing in the meeting?"

"Interrupting the lecture with his snores again, eh? Heh heh, good ol' Greece…"

"Geez, I wonder how much he had to drink last night before he brought his damn hangover here?"

"Wait, I think he was drinking this morning. I saw him throwing away a paper cup before coming into the conference room…"

Greece looked down at his notebook and the long, black line that dragged downward from where he left off on his notes. His face burned with shame.

They were calling him lazy, irresponsible, drunk, and inattentive. They were blaming him for something he had no control over.

I hope this one was okay. I kinda feel that it was one of the worse I've written, but who's to say that I didn't try, eh? :D

Narcolepsy: A disorder characterized by sudden unexplained "sleep attacks" during the day.