UK: Ah? You? Asking me to count sheep for you…man… Why would I have to do something like that? Yes, I know counting sheep is something you do when you can’t sleep. What I meant was why do I have to count sheep for you. Wait-! Why are you crying? I wasn’t that harsh, was I? Ah~ crap, here, use my handkerchief!
What’s the matter…did something happen? You can’t sleep, but is it so bad that you have to cry? Well, if that’s the case then….wut? You were just yawning and your eyes started…watering… You brat… Don’t mess with me! I was seriously worried there. …shit. Go on, get into bed already! I’ll count, okay!! Sheep…
It must be pretty hard to be so tired, you know, yawning like that, and not able to sleep… D-Don’t get the wrong idea, though! I’m just counting because if you don’t go to sleep, I can’t go home. I’m not doing it for you or anything… Okay, are you ready? I’m going to start counting.
One sheep. Two sheep. Three sheep. Four sheep. Five sheep. Seven sheep. Eight sheep. Nine sheep. Ten sheep.
You said you had trouble sleeping, but you’re not even drowsy? Geeze… I suppose being drowsy is better than not being able to sleep. Uhm…do you think you can sleep now? Oh, okay. When I counted for America before, it didn’t work very well, but…hmm, even if you’re not a child, my counting can be pretty effective.* Ah-! I was just talking to myself. Never mind that, I’ll just continue counting.
Eleven sheep. Twelve sheep. Thirteen sheep. Fourteen sheep. Fifteen sheep. Sixteen sheep. Seventeen sheep. Eighteen sheep. Nineteen sheep. Twenty sheep. Twenty-
Oh, you guys! You came all the way out here? Right now, I’m helping this person go to sleep. You guys know people who count sheep too, right? I guess it works pretty well. Hm? Oh, these guys? They’re pretty cute, aren’t they? They’re all fairies that live with me. If I’m a little late in returning home, they’ll come and get me. Haha, the pixie seems to have taken a liking to you. Since they came all the way over here, go ahead and pet her. Hahaha, why are you petting the air when nothing’s there? Are you half asleep? She’s on your left, your left.
Oh, well, you guys can go home ahead of me. Sorry that you came all the way to get me and I can’t go home with you. Bye, bye! Be careful on your way home.
Oh, sorry. It got kind of noisy there for a bit. Did I wake you up? Oh, okay, good. By the way, what kind of fairies do you have in your house? Do they sing? How about alchemy? Or start fires, or call storms, or curse people, or trample things!? Huh, what’s wrong? You’re making a weird face. Oh, sorry. I got carried away. Shall I continue counting sheep? Okay, we were at twenty…one? Right? Here I go.
Twenty one sheep. Twenty two sheep. Twenty three sheep. Twenty four sheep. Twenty five sheep. Twenty six sheep. Twenty seven sheep. Twenty eight sheep. Twenty nine sheep. Thirty sheep.
Oh, sorry, I just remembered something from my past. I’ve done this before, you see. I was just thinking it’s a bit nostalgic… Ah, never mind, though, it’s nothing. Ah~ just when you were about to fall asleep I got sidetracked again. Okay, here’s the last group of sheep, close your eyes. Ready? Okay.
Thirty one sheep. Thirty two sheep. Thirty three sheep. Thirty four sheep. Thirty five sheep. Thirty six sheep. Thirty seven sheep. Thirty eight sheep. Thirty nine sheep. Forty sheep. Forty one sheep… Forty two sheep… Forty three sheep… Forty four sheep… Forty five sheep… Forty six sheep… Forty seven sheep… Forty eight sheep… Forty nine sheep… Fifty sheep…
Even though you said you couldn’t sleep, you look so peaceful right now. I should probably head home though. This British Gentleman can’t stay in your bedroom forever, after all. May you be protected by the fae… Good night.
[T/N: *I believe he’s referencing what America said earlier, about the ‘person who’s counting’ falling asleep first. If he fell asleep before America, of course he’d think counting didn’t work for his little colony (even though it did). :3]