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When the sun's light shone into the library the next morning, it fell on the two brothers who were still sleeping on the couch.  At some point during the night, they had shifted positions.  England had fallen over and was now laying stretched out on the couch as if it was a bed.  America was still on top of him, but he had moved around so much in his sleep, that he had somehow managed to turn himself upside-down.  His legs were propped up and resting on the couch's back, his back was stretched across England's legs, and his head and shoulders were dangling off the edge of the couch.  One of Am

"Hey Artie!" Alfred's voice came enthusiastically through the phone. "You should come earlier for the holidays!" "What?" The English nation did not appreciate being woken in the middle of the night by overexcited Americans, no matter how much he liked them. "No, Alfred, I can't. I've got work-" "Oh, I already cleared it up with your boss and changed the tickets to tomorrow." Alfred told him cheerfully. "So you're flying over, and it leaves at like two-thirty." Arthur instantly became more awake. "What? Alfred, it's the fourteenth of December, why the hell do you want me there so early?" "Surprise." Alfred told him, and then hung up. "Alf