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"..A small-a nap..." Muttering to himself before he hit the sleep button. While the sleeping Italian was in his dreamworld - was spotted by a certain German man who wasn't too pleases on how Italy is busy sleeping during training. The only way to get him to run is to announce any country that wants to beat the living shit out of him, no matter what. Although, in Italy's mind he knew that Germany wouldn't mind if he takes a break for 20 minutes, or a hour or maybe 4 hours.
The sleeping Italian was halted over the other man's shoulder as his arms dangled near those buttocks in which he lightly rubs - in his sleep like it was a pillow. Getting carried into Germany's house all the way to the bedroom. When he felt the sheets and that shout, Feliciano slowly wakes up and stretches his arms out with a loud yawn. "...That was a good-a nap." He sighs in relief.
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