The island was in a light sleep. He couldn't sleep very well at all while he was here. Even with the medicine, his nightmares were plagued by thoughts of Germany and his bombs, Hitler stomping all over England's lands, a complete take-over. And then he'd wake up, call out for France or America, and realize none of those horrible things had really happened.

Prussia had only been there ten minutes before England stirred. His fingers and eyebrows twitched anxiously.

"No..." he mumbled in his sleep. "Germany... wake up..."