A/N: Hello! To those who have seen me before, this story may seem familiar. I have decided to make a collection of headcanon centered oneshots revolving around America and England. These will go back and forth between mutiple genres, so please enjoy and let me know which you enjoy! Also, if you have suggestions for a one shot, let me know, and I will write it up!

Summary: UsUk-America is a heavy sleeper. He also likes to take up the whole bed and snore louder than a giant grizzly bear. Normally, England can put up with America's terrible sleeping habits, but not when spooning turns into suffocation and a death grip.

Rating: T for implied sexual content as well as language

America was sound asleep. That was far more than England was going to get any time soon. His boyfriend lied sprawled across the entire king sized bed, including half on top of England. This wasn't the worst part though. Oh, no. The worst of it all was that America's head lied on top of England's chest, mouth wide open, drooling and snoring rather obnoxiously. As for England, he was lying on his back, one arm trapped under America's body and the other stuck to his side. His legs were both tangled with America's and he had dark circles under his eyes. This was probably the fourth time this night that he had woken up because of America's terrible sleeping habits.

At this point in the night, England didn't know what he could do; especially seeing that he needed to pee. Badly. The British nation let out a heavy sigh and glanced at America once more. He decided on attempting to wake the sleeping American as carefully as he could.

"America…" he said softly. Not even a grunt. "Ames?" Still nothing.

England growled under his breath and attempted to move out from under America's weight. Why did he have to be so heavy? It wasn't even all fat, most of it seemed to be from his muscle! The movement ended up getting a response from America, but not one that England liked too much.

"Mnnnn." America groaned. He then rolled from his back to his stomach, and instead of half on England, he was completely on England. The worst of it all was America's arm was now holding England tightly like a teddy bear.

"Bloody hell…!" England gasped, attempting to scoot away, but he wasn't able to move fast enough. The British nation was now trapped for good under the weight of his boyfriend. The only part of his body that America wasn't on top of was England's head.

"America!" England yelled. He wasn't playing nice guy anymore. America's leg was over England's crotch, putting pressure on the Brit's bladder. If England didn't act fast, he would never be able to live with the results.

As for America, all he managed to do was whine and shove his face into England's collar bone; not something England enjoyed. It was then determined there was only one thing left to do… England took in a deep breath and released it before a sly grin crawled across his lips. The elder nation raised his free arm slightly, getting his fingers right on America's armpit. Considering the younger nation was sleeping in only boxers, there was no hassle to get to the desired spot. Once there, England began to tickle America.

Just as England hoped! America bolted right up, giggling the entire time, and rolling over onto his back and guarding his armpits.

"Shit, England! Ahahaha!" America seemed as though he were crying and laughing at the same time now.

England can't help but laugh at America and shake his head, deciding to take the tickling one step further by sitting on the American's chest. There, he went back and forth between tickling America's neck, armpits and occasionally his sides. Tickling the American wasn't all that hard considering he had nothing on due to the fun they had that previous night.

"Good morning, love," England cooed, continuing to tickle his American boyfriend.

"Ahahaha—f-fuck you—ahahaha, England…! Ahahaha!" America stammered out in between fits of laughter. England only smirked slyly down at America.

"Oh, but you already did that last night," England taunted. America could not stop laughing, and eventually, England had mercy on the younger nation and stopped tickling him. America took a few moments to catch his breath before frowning childishly up at England (who was still on top of him).

"The fuck was that for?" America asked. England shrugged.

"You were crushing me and wouldn't wake up. I also have to use the bathroom." England responded casually. America seemed exasperated.

"If you had to go to the bathroom, why didn't you go after I moved instead of sitting on me and tickling me more?" America whined.

England grinned and got off America, and slipped off of the bed. He gave leaned down and gave the American a quick kiss on the lips before answering,

"You're quite cute when you get tickled like that, treacle."

Without another word, England slipped on his pants which were lying on the floor close to the foot of the bed. Even if no one was at his house other than America, he did not want to walk out in only his boxers.

"You suck, England!" America called after him. England shrugged and called back,

"If you're not out of bed by the time I get back, I won't hesitate to do it again!"

America's eyes lit up fast when he heard England's words, and he was quick to get to his feet. The younger nation threw on his pants and made his way downstairs calling out to England,

"If you dare touch me again like that I won't hesitate to not make you breakfast!"

England then popped his head out of the bathroom and called down nervously,

"O-Oi, don't do that…!"

England then rushed out of the bathroom to follow America into the kitchen. There, the two carried out their normal morning routine of making and eating breakfast together, followed by morning cuddles on the couch. It seemed as though it was just going to be another crazy, but wonderful day well spent with one another.