I laid face down on my bed; I had been locked in here for almost three days, completely on my own accord. Spain wouldn't talk to me, and no amount of beer or Sake, or wine from Prussia and France could make the pain from that disappear. I sighed into my pillow, wrapping myself up in my blankets.
They were lucky I didn't hang out with Romano anymore, or I would've been packing coke right now, having contacted one of his buddies and having them transfer me some on discount. Speaking of Romano
I picked up my phone we hadn't talked in ages, but when we did he always had a way of distracting me from everything negative. Then I remembered, he was closely associated with Spain, and would just make me think of him. I dropped the phone once more.
I could always go to Germany, he may not be good at comforting, but if I asked he'd help me train a little bit, keep my mind off things. Get me back in shape. Or to Japan's, he was excellent in making me feel better, always ready with some Sake t