"Hey..." Belgium whispered softly and nudged Norway's shoulder gently with her knee.
"Got your coffee," she smiled as he stirred slightly, grumbling something incomprehensible to her ears as he slowly sat up, woolly blanket sliding down to the floor.
"Thanks," he said with a raspy voice, watching her place the two mugs down on the coffee table before she joined him in the sofa.
"You can go back to sleep if you want," she laughed, sipping her own coffee slowly, enjoying the smell and taste (while Norway took his black as the oil his country's wealth was build on, she preferred hers with a little milk and some sugar).
"No, no, I just got so comfy here," he smiled in return, before taking a large gulp from his own mug.
"Then don't let me intrude on that," Belgium rolled her eyes.
"Actually... your intrusion would be welcome," Norway chuckled as he placed his mug down before picking the blanket up from the floor and motioning for her to come closer.
Sighing theatrically she complied, resting her chin against his chest – nuzzling against his woolly jumper and welcoming the blanket over them both.
The living room was warm and cosy with the fire still crackling and flickering; but under the blanket and on top of Norway was still the best place to be.
"You're such a sap," she joked and poked his sides lightly, enjoying the little twitch of his muscles when she did so. His most ticklish spot had been discovered years ago, but Belgium enjoyed only using it to her advantage once in a while.
"Shut up, nothing wrong with enjoying some time alone," he grumbled as he wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to pin her down so she'd have trouble tickling him more.
"Of course not, but you're such a cuddly teddy bear in private it's unbelievable," Belgium laughed lightly and wriggled one arm free to scratch the slight scruff on his chin.
"Cuddly and warm Norwegian teddy bear," she smirked "that's what you are,"
She received no reply; except for a deep and content hum from the depths of his chest and back of his throat. Belgium giggled softly to herself at the sound, continuing to scratch his chin with her long nails.
However, after a moment she realised Norway was still humming; or rather – almost purring.
"Oh my god!" she laughed "you're a cat! That's what you are!" he eyes lit up as she continued scratching his stubble.
Norway made an incomprehensible grumbling noise and cracked one eye open, moving his head slightly to look at her.
"I'm not a cat," he mumbled sleepily.
"Oh yes you are," she smirked and snuggled closer, placing a soft kiss to his neck before moving to play with his hair.
"Am not,"
"Are too," she teased, sitting up slightly to get better access to his hair. "You just don't want to admit it,"
"I was just comfortable..." he tried to use as an excuse, but Belgium only smiled in satisfaction when he leant into her touch, clearly enjoying her fingers though his hair more than he'd like to admit or let on.
"Sure you where," Belgium made herself comfortable on top of him again, nuzzling against the crook of his neck – tracing the pattern on his jumper slowly. "You still purred for me,"
"Did not,"
"Did too,"
"Did not..." he words trailed of into a hum of contentment once more as she again found that particulate spot under his chin he apparently enjoyed getting scratched.
"You're such a liar,"
"Shut up," Norway mumbled between a hum and a grumble, tightening his hold on her.
"Don't worry, I'll keep this little secret to myself,"
"Mhh...good,"
Belgium giggled again and pulled the blankets as far up as she could, snuggled up to Norway; fire crackling in the background and the Nordic nation's chest below her ear – Belgium fell asleep to the sound of fire and a content hum.