[He was going to pretend that he hadn't heard anything. Especially not his name. If he was going to wake up to just have to go train he wasn't going to wake up. He didn't want to go out to fight England, and sometimes he wanted to sleep in of a morning rather than run laps. He tried to snuggle deeper into the softness and warmth- and hit a rock. So he wasn't home yet, drat.

Wait. If he wasn't home yet, then-- oh no, Germany was yelling and that never bode well for him. Or his chances of continuing to sleep. He yawned, hearing a quiet 'meowth' behind him, and reached over, scratching at the cat-like creature's head as he had made a habit of since this mess started.]

Good morning, Gino.

[Now to handle the loud German in his sleeping bag.]

I don't know, I went to sleep here by Gino and then here you are... in my bag. I didn't know you liked me like that!

[He said it like a joke, but the blush on his face said something close to the opposite.]