England: *Scoffs and begins to walk away* Only in your dreams. *Grabs a light jacket as he leaves 'cause it's more than likely that it will rain*
(startin' in story style...,merp)
Canada rubbed blearily at his eyes with slightly sticky fingers. It was barely dawn and the Canadian had spent a good hour making a large batch of pancakes, all from scratch for no good reason. Well, there was the fact that he was hungry, but still, he wouldn't have made so many. So he passed it off as brother's intuition, maybe America would remember him for a moment and decide to mooch breakfast off of him. Or maybe a nation would pass by and just drop in, following the scent of fresh food and warm maple syrup. Either way, Canada would be satisfied, if someone bothered to grace him with their presence. Silently, the northern Nation sauntered over to his couch and curled up next to a sleeping Kumajirou, watching the replay showing of last night's hockey game.