So it was the Englishman. You giggled, you couldn't help it, he acted so agnsty all the time. The man couldn't cook to save his life and was most likely addicted to tea, but you still had a soft spot for him.
He didn't get along well with most of the other countries but he had always been nice to you, you had assumed it was because you were a lady but maybe it was more. You wished you could go to him right now but he would probably be asleep.
So tomorrow it is. You weren't sure exactly what you were going to do but you were too tired to worry about it now. You sank down into your fluffy sheets and dreamed about a certain gentleman.
You rolled over in the large bed as the sun shone on your face through the window. You glared at the ceiling hating the world. You rubbed the sleep away from your face but felt a sheet of paper on your cheek.
You pulled it off and looked at it. You sat up with a sudden burst of energy as you remembered the note from