Inside Voice 5Germany rubbed the back of his neck, muttering under his breath. He didn't sleep well last night, partially because Holy Rome kept commenting on his dreams, and partially because Prussia had destroyed the air conditioning so his house felt like an oven like the summer outside.
"Hey you can't blame me that your dream just had to be about fighting France!"
Germany rolled his eyes and muttered, "Shut up." He slowly rose and grabbed his uniform for the day. As he put on his clothes, he wondered what the day would bring. He fumbled with the shiny brass buttons on his green uniform. He sighed and crept down the stairs.
"Oh! Hey West! I found a notebook that says, 'Germany's Private Cookb-'!"
Germany snatched it. "Danke." Prussia shrugged and turned to walk away.
"Bruder?" He began as Prussia spun around waiting for the question.
Holy Rome said, "Don't do it. He won't understand."
Germany pushed that thought out of his head and continued with "Have you ever..."
"Have I ever...?"
"Have you eve