This will be a series of short stories featuring France (Francis) and Scotland (Allistor).

Which one hogs the blankets?

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Allistor woke up to the cool breeze coming from the window blowing against his back. He felt around for the blanket still half asleep when he realized he would have no luck in finding it near him. He sighed and propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at his husband curled up and hugging all the blankets. Allistor reached over the sleeping form of Francis and tugged the blankets out of his grasp and back up on to the bed, spreading them over himself and Francis before settling back into the bed and wrapping his arms around the other. Francis never woke up during all of this.
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He woke up again and repeated the same actions of taking the blankets back and covering himself and Francis with them, laughing softly to himself. He laid there a moment watching his partner sleep and tucked the blankets around the blond. Allistor tugged his share of the covers back around himself, and he placed a soft kiss on the other's cheek before falling back asleep.

This would happen one more time during the night as customary. It stopped bothering Allistor after a while though. He got used to waking up several times during the night to have to readjust the blankets to cover himself and Francis. He suspected that Francis didn't do it intentionally and doubted his lover had any knowledge of taking the blankets at all.

I hope you guys enjoyed this short fic. Reviews are always appreciated!