His hands still, but he finds a deep pleasure in causing some kind of pain for Spain. A vicious look is casted at Oichi, and he hisses. "How THE FUCK am I supposed to sleep? MOTHERFUCKING sun isn't right, MOTHERFUCKING everything is fucked up." They probably don't know what he means by this; but it wasn't like he cared. His head throbs, and his limbs ache; but his anger fuels him. Sure, he'd love to take a nap. Wouldn't that be just great?

He groans, frustration overwhelming him, and his hands slink away from the cuts on Spain's arms to linger near his wrists, ready (not really) to stop any more punches. His eyes flicker back and forth between all the people above him, and he starts growling again, starting deep in his chest...