North Italy and ALL Y'ALLWhat:
Siestas and cursesWhere:
both prose and action are fine.Status:
Open like Italy's bakery will soon be.
It's 3pm and like clockwork, Italy has curled up for a siesta. He curled up on one of the benches in the plaza snuggled under a blanket, sleeping on his sketch pad. Normally he'd take a siesta completely naked, but the locals told him it wasn't appropriate. While it didn't bother him, it bothered them like it bothered Germany.
Oh well, he could still take a siesta in his usual sailor-collared outfit anyway. He fell asleep on his sketchpad containing incredibly accurate sketches of buildings in the area. He was still planning out what the shop would be like. (He was just a little distracted by curses and GHB).
Thoughts and dreams floated around him in the bubbles. Most of them contained food (mostly pasta and pizza, though there was some gelato there too). Others contained Germany