The student has her forehead pressed against the fake wood of her desk, just wanting it to be over. A new puppy, 10 hour shifts at work and sudden need to account for all those hours spent, yoga class- Lots of things on the mind.

Sleep sounds good. Maybe for a week or two...

Poke.

"Mrr...."

Poke poke.

"Gr... dammit-"

Poke poke WHACK!

She gets up instantly, yelping, and faces a disapproving nation-tan. "You have work to do," he tells her, looking at her over the tops of his glasses with conductor's wand in hand.

"No I don't. I'm sleeping now."

"No you aren't. Because you are going to record that story before you forget about it," he says crisply. "Now."

"Go to hell."

Whack!

"Ow! Bastard!"

"As I was saying... you should get a move on it," Austria tells her calmly. "Before you forget. The sooner you write, the sooner it is over."

"Keep whacking me and I swear I'll write you going to a world summit in a dress."

A glare.

"A pink dress. Lots of ruffles. Fake boobs too."

"And all the nations pouncing on you. Even Switzerland."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."