A super old request for one of my besties Oli!

Pairing Order: FraRusAme

Rating: M

Prompt: Who is most likely to be kicked out of bed?

"Frantsiya," Russia murmured, nudging Francis' shoulder like a cat pawing at a ball of yarn, pushing on him gently. The sleepy nation grumbled, trying to move away from the nation at his back. "Wake up."

"Non, arretez," France grumbled in a tired and agitated voice, pulling the covers up over his shoulder to protect himself. There was a pause before Ivan shifted again, rolling over and having difficulty when Alfred clung to him tighter.

"Alik, let go, you're too hot," Ivan whined, trying to dislodge the death grip around his waist, Alfred such a heavy sleeper that no matter how much Ivan struggled, the passed out nation wouldn't let go. America was always like a fireball in bed, both during sex and sleep, seeming to just be made of nothing but heat.

And it was suffocating, especially for the wintery nation.

"Frantsiya," Russia complained again, reaching behind himself to shove at Francis. The European nation grunted and eventually sat up with a tired groan, his five o'clock shadow as dark as the bags under his eyes.

"Quoi?" the man grumbled as he scrubbed at his eyes, taking a few moments to truly wake up, irritated at having been roused from his pleasant slumber. Ivan pouted, and Alfred nuzzled closer to him in his sleep, drooling slightly and muttering something about a milkshake.

"J'ai faim," the older nation pouted, his accent playing through his french as he looked up at his lover with sleepy, doey eyes. Francis flinched back and swooned for the display of cute weakness, his weakness eagerly toyed with. There was simply no way he could resist a foreign lover who spoke in his tongue.

"Oui, I will go make some food for you," the man chuckled and kissed Ivan's temple before he slid out, already looking completely refreshed from having been energized by the sweet display. Smiling coyly, Ivan carefully pulled the covers off of himself, patting Alfred on the head when the nation pressed closer, legs tangled in Ivan's.

"Alik," Ivan repeated, blowing a cold puff of air by Alfred's ear when the nation didn't stir from his heavy sleep. Eventually Ivan gave up, just laying there like Alfred's teddy bear while the younger nation cuddled with him. America was exactly like a child, having grown up far too quickly to have a proper childhood, never given the chance to slowly mature and understand the world around him.

And then Ivan felt it, felt the bulge rubbing slowly and gently against his plush thigh, Alfred's grip tightening as he moved in his sleep. Always the ever energetic one, wasn't he? Ivan chuckled and gently reached down, pleasuring Alfred while the nation slept on. Russia was no stranger to Alfred's body, knowing he liked his lower back rubbed while he was stroked, knowing he liked to be fondled no matter the time of day or occasion, knowing Alfred would do anything to be the center of attention. Knowing Alfred loved being loved.

"Nhmm," the nation groaned, and finally let go of Ivan to roll comfortably on his back, face turned into the pillow as he unconsciously exposed himself. Russia kissed his cheek and continued to work him lazily, just watching Alfred's face morph into one of pleasured bliss, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth opened in a silent gasp, a guttural noise leaving his throat as he startled awake, clearly disoriented and confused.

"Доброе утро," Ivan smiled, kissing Alfred again before the young nation could form a coherent reply. It took a minute, but soon Alfred was bucking into Ivan's hand, arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close.

"O-oh, fuck…"

"I leave you both for five minutes and you have already started the fun without me?" Francis huffed in the doorway with a tray of steaming french toast and syrup with a small side of bacon just for Alfred. Russia let go, America whining for more attention as the last member of their triangle joined them. Shrugging weakly, Ivan kissed Francis and let him back in bed, Alfred crawling into Ivan's lap to get closer to the food.

"Fuck yeah, breakfast in bed and morning sex? This must be my lucky day!" he beamed, grinning that cheeky little smile both Russia and France had fallen for.

"Ah, ah~ if you be patient, I will feed you," Francis winked and Alfred shivered, gladly sitting in Ivan's lap and opening his mouth as the three enjoyed their time together.