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Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, but I do own the plot. So, like, don't take it. Seriously.

Also, thank you to my dear friend who helped me write this. I'd have been stuck to my own devices without her telling me what she thought and things I needed to fix, so thank you very much!

Ivan Braginski could easily refer to himself as an early-riser. Having been born in Moscow, Russia twenty-two years ago, he had learned at an early age that it was better to get things done early and watch in amusement as everyone around him scrambled to finish their daily tasks. But to be woken up at three AM on a cold Sunday morning by his girlfriend's musical laughter coming from the living room of their decently sized apartment was more of a time that Ivan would say was "late" rather than "early".

Again her laughter rang in his ears, causing him to sigh and leave the warmth of his bed. Ivan could at least attempt to persuade his girlfriend to come to bed with him, right? It wasn't as if he had anything to lose. Well, nothing but his patience, anyway.

Making his way to the living room, grumbling something incoherent to even his own ears, the Russian felt himself stop right in his tracks when he saw the ever "heroic" Amelia F. Jones wrapped up in several blankets watching some old cartoon from the seventies. One character was holding a talking dog in his arms while both shook in overdramatic fear, causing the American to laugh again. Her short golden hair stuck up in all directions and her glasses looked as if they had just been hastily pushed up a few seconds ago and were starting to slide down her nose once again. Her skin was pale from not going outside as much, and Ivan could see the light freckles dusting across her cheeks that were usually hidden by her tan.

"Ivan?" Amelia finally took notice of her tall boyfriend standing in the doorway and grinned happily, shifting her blankets in a way that revealed the superman logo printed onto her large t-shirt. "What's up?"

"Подсолнечник, it's very late, da? Why are you still awake?" The gruff sleepiness had yet to leave his tired voice, but the affection was still there. He scratched the back of his head and yawned, ruffling his already messy ash blonde hair even more. Ivan shivered almost unnoticeably from the cold, rubbing his arms with his hands to stay somewhat warm.

"Oh! I'm just watching some old cartoons, is all. I haven't had a lot of time to relax lately, and since I don't have any classes tomorrow, I thought I'd sit back and watch some Scooby doo re-runs." Her sunny smile continued to exist on her face, and Ivan couldn't keep himself from smiling as well. A large yawn escaped her lips and she continued, "D'you wanna join me?"

"While tempting, it is still very late. Why do you not just watch them tomorrow?" Ivan walked to the couch and sat down next to Amelia anyway, who immediately shifted her blankets around him and snuggled up to the large man.

Amelia yawned again, laying her head on his chest and wrapping her arms around the Russian's waist, before replying, "Because I want to spend tomorrow with you! And I can't do that if I'm watching cartoons all day!"

Ivan smiled again. "You can't do that if you're sleeping all day as well, da?"

"Ah, well, yeah, I guess," she stuttered, a bright blush covering her face as she searched her mind for something to say, "But I really want to watch these!"

Amelia looked up to her boyfriend with watery eyes and a pout, ready to burst into crocodile tears if necessary. Ivan knew it was useless to try to ignore it, as he fell for it every time, and this was no exception.

With another sigh on his part, he consented with a small nod before being pulled into a tight hug by his small American girlfriend.

"Awesome! Now, let me explain what's happening…"

-Omake-

"Braginski! Wake up!"

Ivan jumped with a start, almost knocking over the chair he was sitting in and falling off. Loud laughter assaulted his sore ears while he tried to gather his wits about him.

"Is there any reason you decided sleeping was more important than listening in my class?" the professor asked rhetorically, crossing his arms and standing in front of the large Russian man in a defiant stance.

"Oh, well, I…" Ivan continued rambling for a few seconds before finally saying, "I was… tired?"

"Braginski! You might as well just leave if you're going to sleep in my class!"

After some more arguing on Ivan's end, he finally convinced the professor to let him stay. The man walked away and continued to teach, but Ivan couldn't make himself listen. All he could think of was that stupid talking dog.

'Fuck!'