Wind brushing his face, the salty smell of the Mediterranean; it was as if his mother was singing him to sleep as she had so many years ago, the familiar feeling making him sink deeper into his slumber.
"Hey, jerk! Wake up! You're supposed to teach me how to be a country!"
"Hnn...?" Greece rubbed his eyes, blinking away traces of sleep as his view came into focus. "Ah, Sealand."
Sealand crossed his arms as he let out an indignant huff, mustering up his most intimidating look to show Greece he meant business. "That's right! Now get up so we can go do nation stuff!"
Get up...? That wouldn't do. "Not everything a nation does is accomplished while he's awake, Sealand."
"Yeah right! How do you get things done while you're asleep?!"
At the precise moment that Sealand unfolded his arms Greece reached out and snatched one, lazily pulling Sealand into his lap. "No more talking. Time for a nap."
Sealand instantly began trying to wriggle free of Greece's hold. How on earth could somebody's arms be this heavy?! "Grown-ups don't take naps, jerk! Only little kids do!"
"Hm? Didn't you know that," Greece paused to yawn and hug Sealand a bit closer, "that people grow in their sleep?"
Sealand stilled at this. "Eh? Really?!"
"W-well, I guess a short nap couldn't hurt," he decided, face flushing as he situated himself in Greece's lap. "But after we're gonna do some awake nation stuff, okay?"
Resting in silence, the two were whisked away by the Mediterranean lullaby, a tune carried on the wind from so many years ago.