Knock, knock.
There was a groan as Robert rolled over on the couch, the sound prompting both Britannia and Ronan to jump down from where they cuddled against him to guard the door with ferocious barking. With a weary eye the Scot glared at the door as though he could somehow silence it and go back to sleep. He’d just wanted to take a nap, that was all.
Still, the door called.
Yawning he dragged himself from the couch, shushing the dogs on the way to open the door. Standing there trying to sort out his hair and only widening his eyes in surprise to see Alfredfilling the doorway. Now he wished he at least was wearing something better than a worn knitted jumper and joggers.
❝ …Alfred, what brings you here? ❞
❝ Hello, Robert! And nothing, in particular, I was just in the area and thought I would stop by. I hope it’s not a bad time? ❞ Looking at the others outfit, Alfred tried to ignore the tired gaze the man portrayed, hopefully, the nation was just tired and not sick. Still, a canceled surprise visit wouldn’t be the worst.
Robert was one of these nations Alfred knew, well, but rarely ever spoke to, at least in present days. Having the other nation greatly inspiring him in the past. pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, the younger nation looked around, eyes darting around the room, and landed on the other’s dogs before back at the man.