[No, he doesn't mind, not really. Though he does shiver a little because in turn, you, Russia, are kind of cold. He snuggles deeper into the blankets to get warmer]
[It's your fault, being cold and being so close. After a bit of a yawn, green eyes open, fluttering sleepily, blankly still] Mm... [Takes some time to familiarize himself to his surroundings. Where is he?]
[Welp sorry :I. He still tries to hold onto sleep a little longer but it doesn't do much good. So congratulations, you now have a sleepy Russian as a bedmate.]
Mmmmn, Spain?
[Yawning and rubbing at his eyes. Wait. What. He blinks, confused, and then looks around the room. Yep, still his room. But there is a Spain.]
[The familiar voice makes him turn over, finding himself face to face with the Russian. He has no idea where he is but this doesn't seem to be a cause for panic for him, at least not now. There are things worse than ending up in another Nation's bed. And well, he and Russia had been friends in the past]
[He smiles at Russia, warmly but still a bit sleepily as he leans his head against one of Russia's pillows]
Buenos dias, Rusia.
[Another yawn and a bit of a stretch, like a cat out under the sun] Can you tell me where we are?
[Russia blinks a bit at suddenly having such green green eyes in his vision and returns the warm smile. At the question he glances around, confirming what he'd sleepily noticed.]
's my room.
[It's much too early for more thought than that so with a yawn he tries to curl up more under the blankets. But he's awake already and can't fall back asleep, he might as well get up.]
[Spain hums in response, just acknowledging what the Russian answers him with. It's early yet and Spain would love nothing more than to stay lying there, but perhaps he should get up soon. He's probably an unexpected guest in Russia's home and it seems rude to overstay his welcome]
[He scoops up his boxers and slips them on before he heads out towards the kitchen. Time to put his cooking ability to work! He tosses a little look over his shoulder.]
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Mmmmn, Spain?
[Yawning and rubbing at his eyes. Wait. What. He blinks, confused, and then looks around the room. Yep, still his room. But there is a Spain.]
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[He smiles at Russia, warmly but still a bit sleepily as he leans his head against one of Russia's pillows]
Buenos dias, Rusia.
[Another yawn and a bit of a stretch, like a cat out under the sun] Can you tell me where we are?
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[Russia blinks a bit at suddenly having such green green eyes in his vision and returns the warm smile. At the question he glances around, confirming what he'd sleepily noticed.]
's my room.
[It's much too early for more thought than that so with a yawn he tries to curl up more under the blankets. But he's awake already and can't fall back asleep, he might as well get up.]
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[Russia sits up with a yawn and rubs at his eyes. Then he remembers he has a guest and blinks at Spain.]
D'you want something to eat?
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[Spain smiles and starts to get up as well, looking around for his clothes as he does]
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[He scoops up his boxers and slips them on before he heads out towards the kitchen. Time to put his cooking ability to work! He tosses a little look over his shoulder.]
What do you want to eat, Spain?
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I'm fine with anything, really. Though I would really like a cup of coffee if you have it.
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[There's a little croon to his words as he sets the coffee to brewing and rifles through his fridge for something to eat.]
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