France rolled his eyes moodily, and took the rose out from between his teeth."I will be finding la toilette," je announced, putting it back behind his ear and then taking another swig of wine. Turning about, he stumbled down a corridor. One hand rested on the wall next to him, helping in keeping him upright. He did indeed come across a toilet, right next to the main bedroom. He placed his wine bottle on the ground before taking bar of business. It was after he was finished that a terrible nausea took over his body. Retching, the French man was suddenly throwing up alcohol. He rose from being bent over, a hand sliding over his forehead and back over his hair. "I do not feel so good!" He announced into the hallwayy, not bothering to flush. France made his way into the bedroom, vision going in and out of focus. It was then that he passed out, dramatically spread-eagled over the entire bed.