Domingo-Jirafa

 "Mon ami," France pleaded to his friend as he broke into another bout of dry, clawing coughs, "are you absolutely certain there is no cause for worry? You barely touched your food!" he wailed, as though not eating were the worst symptom of all. "And all this coughing and hacking," he continued dramatically, "I swear it - you sound like you are dying!" Spain rolled his eyes and chuckled lightly. "Francis, I am fine," he assured. "This is merely left over from the fever before. All that phlegm and whatnot." The blonde was certainly being dramatic, but France was not so sure that his anxiety was unwarranted. And here his friend was, brushing

The next cab arrived swiftly and in a matter of perhaps fifteen minutes, Spain had arrived at the hotel. He made a quick business of checking himself in. They were on the fifth floor of one of America’s better known hotels, though Antonio himself couldn’t recall the name. He tossed the bags into their room, taking a small moment to absorb his surroundings. Unlike most rooms, it did not seem cramped. The bed was of a fairly modest size with a scarlet spread and gold accents - much alike his flag, he noticed with satisfaction. The sheets were white and the gold curtains were open, overlooking what Spain assumed was Central Park a fe

A shudder of sleepy coughs awoke Spain with quite a start. Drowsily and hoarse himself, his eyes swiveled in all possible directions, absorbing nothing and merely tiring themselves out with the dizziness. He blinked a few times with concentration and, over the din of the plane’s engines, heard the Netherlands regard him peculiarly with, “Are you all right?” Confused, the Spaniard looked to the seat at his right, where Lars’ darting gaze attempted to observe Antonio all at once. The brunette’s eyebrows shot up with the realization that the outburst must have been his, attacking him as he slept. “I’ll

In all its years of functioning, the International Court of Justice had quite possibly never seen so many recesses in the span of one single case. The air in this elderly palace moved still and silent with June’s atmosphere and was barren, which was quite odd for a lovely early summer’s afternoon. The nation representatives of the court stood and wallowed through the thickness to the door; above them in the spectators’ box, the rest of the world exited, all silently flooding across the hall and into a new room, where a news channel displayed itself on a television. These nations were not awaiting an outcome; rather, a reperc