It seemed as though Tom had gone days without any true peace and quiet. It's like he was being to go crazy but he had been using his electric guitar to hopefully soothe his mind which it has. It was clear the Americans had left for awhile because it was suspiciously quiet now. Finally he could just take a second to relax. His strong hand carefully grasped at the amount cord and pulled it out of his electric guitar. He rolled the amp cord up then carefully put it away. His finger carefully flipped the amp off before letting out a soft sigh.

Slowly he pulled himself into bed and closed his eyes. He fell asleep almost immediately but was woken up a couple hours later. Not from noise or anything but he smelt something coming from the kitchen. It smelled really good too. He jumped out of bed before treading and making his way to the kitchen. "Hey Mo— oh." Tom said but paused. He assumed that it was his mom cooking something but instead he was met with one of those Americans that had annoyed him so. "Uh hey, why aren't you gone? Like with the rest of your family?" Tom asked with his strong German accent. The German boy crossed his arms calmly while looking at them.