- Translation by: spaceinvaderdud
- LJ Post
France: Sorry for being late. Are you still awake, Spain?
Spain: Still up. I didn’t ask you to count sheep for me this late just for me to wind up sleeping.
France: That’s true. Now then, if you’ll pardon my intrusion.
Spain: Yeah. Make yourself at home!
France: I was thinking drinking a little something would help you sleep. I brought a bottle of my home’s special made wine. Would you like to drink some?
Spain: Alcohol, huh? I thought drinking just a tiny bit would help me too. I tried it out last night, but I just got all riled up instead! I thought about drinking until I fell asleep but…
France: A soldier with a hang over won’t be able to fight, right?
Spain: I tried to control my drinking so that didn’t happen, but it really didn’t go well.
France: I see. Then we can save this special bottle of wine for our victory toast!
Spain: Oh, that sounds awesome! Now I’m feeling really pumped to fight now!
France: *laughs* You’re filled with a lot of pep! Now then, I’m ready to start counting now. You’re all ready to fall asleep, right?
Spain: Yup! Ready anytime! I’m counting on you!
France: Got it. Close your eyes now.
*Counts until 2:04. Counts 10 sheep.*
France: How was that? Was my counting style just right?
Spain: You’re amazing, France! I feel like I can get used to your counting! I feel like I can sleep.
France: Ah really? Having you say you feel like you can get used to my counting makes me feel a bit meh, but it’s not a bad feeling. I’m going to try even harder from now on!
Spain: You’re a big help! I really do think you’re awesome at counting.
France: Well I am France, the country of love and the big brother of the world, after all! Looking after someone like this should prove no difficulties to me.
Spain: As long as you’re talking about that, people see me as a Boss so I’d probably be good at something like this.
France: Oh? Then do you wanna switch?
Spain: No thanks. I’m just starting to get sleepy now so I’ll have to pass.
France: I see. I kind of wanted to hear you count too.
Spain: Man, just imagining all those sheep wandering around the field makes me feel all fluffy~. Oh yeah. Don’t you think it would be paradise if Romano and Ita counted sheep?
France: You sure like talking about them a lot…
Spain: Come on, just imagine it! Romano on the right and Ita on the left! Just imagine hearing their cute voices from both sides counting fluffy sheep! It’d be paradise on Earth!
France: All right, I get your point. I understand how you feel, but you’re not going to fall asleep if you get all riled up like this.
Spain: *sighs* There’s no mistaking it! It would be cuteness Heaven!
France: He’s not listening at all. There’s no mistaking that they’re cute, Spain, but you have to face reality. They’re not here now so just be patient and quiet, listen to my count, and go to sleep.
Spain: Huh? Ahh, my bad. Here you are trying to count for me and I’m going off! I’ll be quiet now so would you please continue?
France: If you say so. Now then, I shall pick up from 10 then!
*Counts until 4:53. Counts 20 sheep.*
Spain *slightly annoyed*: *yawns* Man, I really am gonna fall asleep any time now.
France: That should be a good thing. Is there a problem with that?
Spain: No. Of course I’m thankful to you for helping me sleep. I just thought that if I fell asleep to this, I’d just get feel a bit peeved at what I was doing wrong to get to sleep ever since we camped here. It makes me feel a bit annoyed.
France: It could just be because your lack of sleep finally caught up with you today is all. Well, my sheep counting style is a most wonderful thing. My counting style could be considered a miracle of God and that’s no exaggeration. With my divine voice, I can lull the hearts of any mademoiselle and monsieur in the world to bed. That is an undeniable fact! There’s nothing to be annoyed about, Spain. In fact, it should be considered a very miracle that you are still awake to hear my sweet voice counting to you still!
Spain: *laughs* You are one funny guy, France! Not only are you good at putting people to sleep, you’re great at making jokes!
France: Wha- wasn’t that a bit cruel?! That’s even crueler than a normal retort! You’ve hurt me now!
Spain: Just when I was finally feeling tired, I’m starting to feel a bit awake now. Aren’t you going to continue?
France: *sigh* You aren’t cute at all. Well, I’ve already started so I may as well count until you sleep.
Spain: Yeah! I’m counting on you!
France: Goodness… I’m going to start now. Close your eyes once more.
*Counts until 7:25. Counts 30 sheep.*
*Spain rises from bed*
France: Hmm? Is something the matter, Spain?
Spain: M-My head…
France: What’s wrong with your head? Does it hurt?
Spain: My head is filled with tomatoes!
France: Huh?
Spain: Isn’t it great? While I was listening to you count sheep, the sheep transformed into tomatoes! They were jumping over the fence and everything!
France: Boy, there’s a lot of retorts that I would like to say to you with what you just said. So why did you groan out that your head was filled with tomatoes? I thought you liked tomatoes!
Spain: I do! I love them! I’m just worried about the tomatoes back at home so much!
France: Ah, that explains things.
Spain: I’m worried about the hired hands harvesting the tomatoes at the right time. If they overlook it, they’ll grow rotten and fall off! And I heard that there’s been a angry bird hanging around my tomatoes and he’s been causing so much damage to them! Ahh, I’m so worried!
France: I understand how deep your love for tomatoes is. However, you should forgot about them for now and try to sleep.
Spain: Why should I?! There’s no way I can forget about them!
France: If we win this struggle, you’ll be able to go back to your tomatoes, correct? In order to put a swift end to this struggle, the best method now would be for you to sleep and prepare for tomorrow! Am I wrong?
Spain: You aren’t.
France: Heh. See? If you understand, then lie back down. I’m continuing.
Spain: Ah. Thanks.
*Counts until 10:31. Counts 40 sheep.*
France: Oh? Has he finally fallen asleep?
France: Spain? You asleep?
Spain: Ro…
France: Ro?
Spain: Romano…I told you to clean up…I’ve got to focus on the tomatoes now…
France: Heh. Just sleep talking. EVen when he’s on the frontlines, he still worries about his henchman and his tomatoes. He really has to worry about every little thing. I’d expect nothing better from the Boss.
Spain: Mm…
France: Oops, looks like he’s not fully asleep. I’ll count a little longer.
*Counts until 12:38. Counts 50 sheep.*
France: For a guy who said he couldn’t sleep, he fell asleep pretty fast. Good to see him sle-*yawns* I’ve grown quite tired too while I was counting. Is it because of the counting? Well, The original purpose of sheep counting was to count to yourself until you sleep so I guess that’s natural.
France: *yawns* Aw man… I’m tired…Time to sleep.
*snores and happy sighs*