Two updates in one day. How about that? I just had to write this, so I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya

He appeared younger as he slept, looking innocent as he quickly escaped from the reality into the realm of fantasy in his dreams. His breathing was heavy as his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. Peaceful wasn't a word that I would use to describe him. Perhaps it could be used to describe someone else, but with someone like him who didn't have much of a childhood, 'peaceful' didn't fit his description very well. Perhaps 'content' suited him better. He was content and he knew how to look at the bright side of every situation. He was…optimistic.

No, I did not spend five minutes watching him sleep with a suppressed smile on my face as I searched for the right word to describe Alfred. That would be stupid and unproductive of me and those two words never did describe me. Arthur Kirkland.

Alfred shifted to his side, his glasses digging onto his face and his arm hanging across the bed. As his body neared the edge of the bed, risking a fall which would no doubt wake me later on in the night, I got up and pulled the glasses off his face, placing it on the bedside table, before pushing his body closer to the wall. He was heavy. What the hell does the boy eat? It wasn't like I was frail, in fact, I was lean but I never did focus on building up muscle like Niles since my job never required the use of bulky muscles, so it only made me question why he was so heavy. I grunted as I tried to push him over again, surprised that he hasn't stirred awake from his sleep, when he suddenly shifted, his arm knocking my balance as I fell forward onto his bed.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Letting out an irritated sigh, I attempted to push him off me, but my attempts seemed futile as he managed to shift closer towards me, trapping me against the wall. A cuddler out of all sleepers! "Fuck," I groaned as I realized I wouldn't be freed from him at all unless he shifted, so I gave up curled into a ball, trying to ignore the fact that up close, he smelled of sage with a clean, woodsy pine tar scent, blaming the scent of fabric detergent for the fresh smell of cotton and sweet vanilla, even though the clothes have been untouched in Niles' closet for months. It wasn't Alfred who carried the sweet scent, damn it. No.

Even so, it was difficult to deny the fact to myself that I didn't enjoy the scent and yes, I insist that it was the scent of Niles' fabric detergent, rather than Alfred's scent, so as my eyes slid shut, I slowly shifted closer to him and ignored the heat rushing in my cheeks, knowing that I could blame his serial cuddling tendencies when we were both fully awake.

Also, get your head out of the fucking gutter, you prats. I was trapped underneath his grip and I simply couldn't do anything. Perhaps I could have attempted to manoeuver my way out of his grip, or used my knowledge in combat to get him off me, but sleep enveloped my thoughts that night and I simply didn't have the energy to do so. And so, we slept.

I'm sorry, I had to. I think I'll go do things sick-me does now and those are playing ACII and watching Cry videos until I fall into a peaceful slumber. Perhaps watching some SNK would be nice too. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting with my husbands (Ezio Auditore, Eren Jaeger, Jean Kirchstein and Rivaille) and wives (Mikasa Ackerman, Zoe Hanji, Historia Lenz, and Ymir).

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- Reilley