((This will just be a fanfic of short drabbles (I think that was redundant). I'll update when I get the time and feel like it. I'm going to cover a lot of pairings, namely my favorites. Feel free to suggest your favorite pairings, or pairings that you want to see. I guarantee… that I'll see what I can do. lol
Without further ado, I'll get this started. Fanfic, commence!))
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America and England
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He always looked so peaceful when sleeping. At the moment, the usually irritable and frustrating Briton almost looked like he could be an angel to anyone who didn't know him better. His typically furrowed caterpillar eyebrows were relaxed, and his close-to-perma-frowned mouth was now slightly open to allow gentle breathing.
America was taking pride in himself that he actually happened to wake up before England this morning. They had ended up lying on their sides while facing each other when he awoke. Unintentionally, Alfred was able to catch a rare glimpse of his partner's face. He lay there, as still as a stump, to just look at Arthur with a childish, intrigued smile.
America liked England's angry face. He liked his thinking face. He liked his sad face. His wistful face. His embarrassed face. His happy face. His laughing face, his disappointed face, his yuck face, everything. Though, this was the face that he liked best. When Arthur was asleep, his expression was completely natural, not forced in any way. Over the course of his life, Alfred grew to figure out how Arthur really felt at certain points. He could tell how the other was often feigning anger to get his point across, or smiling when he was actually in pain. In plain terms, England had a penchant for lying without using words. At least, that's what America thought to himself.
So during those rare times that they both had time to spend together, the times when they could share a bed, Alfred had always fallen asleep with the wish that he could wake up before Arthur. After all, the Briton never fell asleep before him, often worrying over pointless things. Last night, it was the, "Are you cold? I'll stay up to shut the window later, so go ahead and sleep," excuse.
Mornings like these rarely came. They were something that even immature, loud, and rowdy America would quiet down for so he could treasure them. He focused on not moving, not breathing too hard, and not making any noise.
In the rising sun's light streaming through the window, he noticed a bit of drool that had escaped Arthur's lips to form a small pool under his face on the pillow. This was coming from the person who scolded a certain young colony for not sleeping properly, and using his mouth to breathe while in bed for some reason.
Stifling a giggle, America hesitantly shifted his arm up a bit. He ever-so-gently used his thumb to wipe away the bit of dribble on his partner's cheek.
Instantly, Arthur moved his arm up to meet Alfred's. Alfred withdrew a bit, afraid of being slapped or batted away. Though, he was pleasantly surprised when England actually carefully took hold of the other's wrist, and pulled America's arm closer. He used both arms to wrap a comforting hold on Alfred's arm, pulling it close in his sleep as if it were a teddy bear, muttering something incoherent.
Stifling another giggle of amusement, America gingerly traced England's jawbone with his finger.
Wanting this moment to last a bit longer, he lifted his head to move over and kiss Arthur's forehead, right above his humongous eyebrows. Alfred then got comfortable again while letting the other hold his arm, and dozed off.