"What!?" Alvin groaned, stomping angrily after him. These things never worked for him! He would try again later. This wasn't over, Danmark. He glared at the back of the taller boy's head. When he reached the dorm room, he decided that since it wouldn't be made for him, he might as well give in and make it for himself. Despite being wet and cold, he was hungry above all else. He made a peanut butter sandwich and sat back down on his bed to eat it, looking over at Danmark. "Aren't you hungry, too?" he asked, mouth full of peanut butter.