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[savemegermany]

Who: North Italy and ALL Y'ALL
What: Siestas and curses
Where: plaza
When: Today, 3pm
Style: 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 and Japan.

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[nouseincryin]

That seemed like dodging the question, but Nack's interest in getting to the bottom of this was diminishing at an amazing pace. Besides, those 'weird' vibes hadn't gone away anywhere. "Uh huh," he said, crossing his arms.

"Then you just get right back to that."

[savemegermany]

Italy wasn't exactly the brightest person to talk to about a custom and did tend to be rather stubborn with his mannerisms, especially with a siesta. It was an important part of his life, after all.

"Ve, I like that plan," Italy nodded. Interrupting a siesta was like waking someone up in the middle of the night. But Italy would manage with a short siesta.