thinks he's at least right about the grumpy part. He definitely doesn't like waking up to an intimidating Russian in his bed. :'|

thinks he's not intimidating at all! Just very big and friendly. "Ah, is this a joke?" Ivan lifted his arm and jingled the metal restraints.

rubs at his eye, sort of glaring at the cuffs and them back at him. "Mm nope. I don't joke like that, Rusland." He tugs at his hand a bit-

-experimentally, but only winces and let's it go slack. "I thought ya were the one who did it, anyway..."

shook his head exaggeratedly. "Nyet! If I wanted to play sort of joke, you would not be cuffed to *me*." He giggled and peered around the

room curiously. He's never been over to Netherland's place before. "Lets try to find axe or chainsaw to get it of, da?"

shrugs at him, wondering what exactly he meant by that but peering around the room himself. "Er sorry, but I don' have one." He blinks-

-scratching at his scar. "Wouldn't it be easier to find a key er something anyway? I mean, there's gotta be one..."

huffs in disappointment. "You do not have such tools of need? How useless!" He tried to get off the bed, but was hauled back by Netherland's

weight. He then furrowed his brows and decided that could be an option. "Okay, where do you start looking for keys to handcuffs you never

had?" He smiled. Hopefully Netherlands would agree to his own easy way out now.

winces at the tugging on his wrist and shifts a bit, growling. "Well s'cuse me. And moving without warning. We are handcuffed together..."-

-He stops though, huffing and knowing he has a point. "...that's true. But either way, an ax would be so problematic ta finnd..."

"It wouldn't be a problem, if you had such vital tools. Perhaps you have a hammer and stake? Chains would break easy!" Because everyone

should have torture devices laying around.

arches an eyebrow. "Why the hell--" He just shakes his head again, trying to remain calm about this. "No, sorry. Dun have that kinda stuff."

"Then perhaps we shall try and find something to pick it with! Hairpin? You have, da?" He pouted and got off the bed, dragging Roel along

off it with him. "At least I am brainstorming! Do something!"

growls and falls along, his wrist stinging in pain. "Yeah, hairpin sure...and don' yell a' me dammit! S'not like I know what ta do when I-

-wake up handcuffed ta someone!"

"You think I do? Nyet. You are not only victim here. Come, find your hairpins." Ivan quickly picked up and straightened the Dutchman. Some

people can be so lazy. "No wasting time."

attempts to smack his hands away, growling as he marches off to his bathroom, regardless of having to drag Ivan along.

follows him, and snickers at himself from the display of grumpiness. "Do you know how to pick locks?"