aph Kinkmeme de-anon.

I don't own Hetalia or Old Spice.

Whilst basking in the afterglow in tousled bed sheets and foregoing pillows for the other's body, Russia came to the conclusion that his American lover had a horrible habit of "ruining the moment".

Alfred lay next to him, face pressed into the crook of his neck giving off what Ivan once heard described as "gigglesnorts." The Russian moved, causing America's face to plant itself into the mattress, his shoulders still shaking in his mirth.

"I do not see how this is so funny."

America propped himself up on his elbows. "Dude!" The word forced out with a bubbled laugh, "You're wearing socks!"

The Russian felt his ear burn. "My feet get cold."

With a snort Alfred said "You're always cold," and slinked down under the sheets. He was about to retort that his love had just finished declaring quite loudly 'you're so fucking hot inside me ohfuckmore-' when he felt a grab at his feet. Letting out a surprised squawk Ivan almost kicked the other.

Sitting up, causing the sheets to slide off their forms and pool around himself and the floor, America held one sock-clad Russian foot up. The action made Ivan's knee bend.

"Oh my God they're slipper socks."

This time Ivan really did kick him - lightly, but having a foot-to-the-face usually got the message across. This only made Alfred laugh more.

Not releasing his hold on the foot, the American took the other in his free hand and set it to the mattress. Russia tried to ignore this new compromising position with his leg bent and his lover manhandling his feet. Because it seemed foolish to get turned on over socks.

Though Alfred decided to be difficult and prodded his thumb over the arch of his foot and massaged the ankle of the other. Ivan's breath hitched when he was ambushed with the feeling of heat flooding down for the second time that night.

Ivan growled when he was the shit-eating grin dancing on the American's lips.

Sitting up, affectively freeing his feet, the Russian grabbed the back of his lovers' neck and shoved his tongue down his throat and kissed the grin right off. Alfred groaned as he was pulled to his knees. Ivan's free hand pressed over his dick.

Ending the kiss, Ivan pressed his face into Alfred's neck and inhaled. "I am not the only one with odd quirks." He nipped at the American's collar bone. "Every time you are 'in the mood' you put on that- what do you call it?"

The hand that was on him kneaded at the hot flesh and Alfred tried to keep control of his voice. "Old Spice."

Giving a quick hum, Ivan laid himself back against the mattress, and dragged the other to straddle him. "And you always get the smell all over me."

Running his hands down the other's chest, Alfred let the grin crawl back up onto his features. "I just want to smells are hot as he looks."

Ivan snorted. "If you make any comment involving a horse I will throw you off the bed."

Alfred gave one last bark of laugher before thrusting his hips down.