A Big Trip for Little NationsIt was another typical morning in the mighty republic of Molossia. With summer coming to its conclusion, the desert days would soon become short and the nights would grow longer. Molossia himself was curled up tight in his blankets, his room barely lit by the rising sun, he mumbled irrationally in his sleep. There was no alarm clock, as he lived a life of freedom and woke up whenever he wished. With no worries or cares, there was no reason to up at this time. Well, there was one thing, but he had a special little helper for that job.A Big Trip for Little Nations by tsuki80
A little white dog springs into his room, tail wagging and panting clearly excited by something. It runs around the nations bed excitedly before turning and springing on the bed sheets, and landing directly on Molossia side.
He groans loudly in response and curls tighter into his blankets.
“ Chom!!! Chom!!!” It barks happily, only to be met with Molossia curling tighter into himself with yet another groan.
“ Goaway.” He mutters.