Belarus-Hetalia

  It was around four in the morning.  Darkness enveloped the confines of the small Spartan  room and not a single ray of sunlight came pouring from the window. The hustle and bustle usually heard during the day in the barracks was replaced by an eerie silence, surprising for what was the makeshift home for over a hundred soldiers. Hardly anyone was up and about at this dark and solitary hour, yet, for a certain corporal,  this was the man's  regular time to  wake up. Stretching his arms languidly, Corporal Levi, humanity's strongest soldier, sat up from his bed and yawned.  Right about now, Levi would usually begin his morning routine. Star