silently takes a couple photos of the sleeping nation, thinking that was pretty cute......

his legs curled up in the chair and briefcase hugged to his chest as he continues sleeping without suspicion.

...would like to know why people are surrounding his fratello BT Japan he kind of understands, but not so much America.

flusters at this and shakes his head. "N-not a creep, just.. taking photos for memories...?" he tries.

seems to be sleeping pretty heavily, though a little uncomfortably, blissfully unaware of his strange audience.

watches him carefully. "What the hell. Are you sure you're not creeping on mi fratello?" He tries to keep his voice soft though, as not to wake Feliciano.

shakes his head, stepping back a step. "I-I am quite sure..." he replies... though he can't help but take a picture of Romano protecting Italy oh that was cute too.

...is so confused. "Why the hell are you taking pictures, dammit?" He moves in front of his brother, blocking him from any more weird pictures.

quickly snaps another of the two of them. "...m-memories!"

[We should waaait til Alfred comes back~]

flusters a little. "Shh, you'll wake up Feliciano. Isn't there a volume to your voice?" But yes...it has been quite a whie.

*While]

shifts a little, a foot slipping down to the floor. Otherwise he appears undisturbed

if perhaps waking Feliciano might be a good idea....

startles awake and accidentally slaps Alfred in the face, "I'M UP, I'M U--" He pauses his bewildered shouting, noticing all the people where he'd expect only his brother, then blinks up at the blonde. "..Oh, _

buongiorno America!"

scowls. He was going to just carry his brother up to his room to let him sleep...but he is oddly amused by the fact that Feliciano just slapped Alfred in the face.

cries out in pain and covers his face, automatically cowering in the chair while hurriedly blurting out every excuse and plea for mercy he could come up with.

startles at the punch, and tries to push Alfred off his brother. "What the fuck, asshole! Feli, it'll be okay, let me see..." BT

whimpers when he's grabbed, relaxing just the slightest at Alfred's words. The American's strength was unfortunate at times and now his cheek is throbbing pain. He shakes his head, trembling as he leans on his_

brother's shoulder and keeps his face hidden.

huffs, trying to soothe his brother. "Come on, Feli. Let's go get ice..." He glanced at Alfred, pissed and a tiny bit intimidated. "What the hell."

blinks away the few tears that had threatened to spill and keeps a hand carefully on his cheek before turning slightly towards Alfred with a weak smile. "Ah, g-grazie, but I'd like some ice on this first.." _

He tugs lightly on Lovino's sleeve.

figures Alfred didn't mean it, he was just...he had a very Alfred reflex. But it was his brother, and he was more than a little overprotective. He helps Feliciano to his feet, keeping him close. "There should_

_be an ice machine somewhere close by."

nods, "Grazie." He figured the other didn't really mean to, but...but Feli. "Come on, fratello..."

knew Alfred hadn't meant to just like he hadn't meant to slap him.. Which he barely remembered. He hums quietly and follows with Lovino, giving the American a weak smile. He just needed a bit control over his _

incredible strength.

unwraps the scarf around his neck, filling a small portion with ice, and holds it gently against Feliciano's cheek. "You'll be fine, fratello..."

"Aah, that feels much better already!" He says, somewhat truthfully. He doesn't want Alfred to feel bad about it. He lightly cups Romano's hand on the ice, indicating that he could take care of it from here.