France led his friends, steered them left when they came to an intersection. Not long to go now. He smirked at Spain's complaints and raised his eyebrows. "Mais, c'est cold, non? There is no need for a siesta," he reasoned smoothly. No wonder she had gotten into such economic trouble a short while back. It wasn't productive to waste away the day. His people knew how to use a work day so that they didn't need to put in so many hours. Anyway. "I do not mind being your pillow, my leetle conquistador. I am sure that Pruss would not mind either - you are not a big bother," he said lightheartedly. "Although, perhaps I would be preferred, as Pruss is looking a bit bony..." He frowned, taking in the diminished appearance of his friend for the first time. He was different from a couple of weeks back. "Pruss? Ees your health alright?"