When the British man opened his eyes that morning, he immediately closed them and rolled over, trying in vain to just fall back asleep. He was in no particular mood to deal with the day ahead of him, seeing as how he would be alone for all of it. There was no point in him getting up earlier than absolutely necessary, which he realized dimly, would more than likely still be before eight o' clock. After all, Arthur really didn't like to sleep in much later than that, for if he did he felt incredibly lazy. It was a wonder how America slept half the day away and when he woke up he was just as hyperactive as usual. It was as if he couldn't get drowsy no matter what he did to wear himself out.
Why am I even thinking about that idiot so early in the morning? England wondered as he stretched out, using one hand to cover his mouth as he let out a stifled yawn. He glanced at the clock to find he had been right; it was only a little past seven, which was still fairly late for someone like