Even if he couldn't read the scribble scrabble and language set down in the book (sometimes he had trouble understanding Ireland, too) he would still try. Eagerly moving to a place to sit he finally chose a nicely lit spot, one with sunlight coming in and he flopped on his belly. Opening the book, unweildy for someone so small, he finally rested his chin in his palms and stuck his tongue out a little while in deep concentration.

Gradually he rolled over onto his back, then his side, and inevitably bumped into Ireland on purpose because she was nearby and warm and he liked her.

Maybe she was on to him when he grinned at her, shamelessly. "If I stay little forever what'll you do to England?"