France let out a sigh upon seeing you huddled behind the couch that was parallel to the snuggling nations. Belarus was sitting with her back up the leg of the coach, her butt on the floor, facing the fire. Seemingly asleep in her lap was Switzerland. You had seen his idea of sleep before from training camp outs, but he looked different. He looked calm and relaxed, like he had been through a lifetime of nightmares and finally was able to have a good dream. Belarus played with his hair, twirling at his bangs as she hummed a Russian foke song.

"Do not scare me like that," he hissed.

You pulled him down by the collar, "You wrecking it."

He stopped lecturing and enjoyed it too, you could feel the nation of love's heart blossom just looking at the two. Oh yeah it was officially canon, "I'm pissed I missed it."

"Would you have traded the time to see it?"

You shook your head instantly, "No way! I waited how long. But dang those pictures better be good," you said slamming a hand into the chair's back.

Belarus turned, and a pillow launched into your face. You were down and France was next to you, and Switzerland and Belarus had taken the place of the two of you standing. "And you were worried I would blow it," France muttered behind the feathers.

You wanted to rub your face, who knew a pillow could hurt so much. What kind of a store sold stone pillows? "Shut up," you mumbled but it was lost.

"_!" Taiwan streaked.

"Hey now kids, let's not kill her I'm kind of fond of her," America interjected. You pulled the pillow off your face and found his familiar smiling back at you, his eyes gave a sparkle, "Well maybe a little more then kind of."

You chuckled, "I would hope so."

Belarus rolled her eyes, "Wonderful, then you won't mind taking a bullet for her."

America tensed, "Bullets?"

Suddenly another pillow rained down, followed closely by a second as Switzerland and Belarus launched their attack. Each hit hitting America perfectly in the shoulder and hip sending him to a sprawl next to you on the floor. You smiled over at him, he rubbed his glasses but smiled none the less. His smile of course was unnatural, his smile had fire, had driven. He always had enjoyed fighting with Belarus.

His smile only grew wider realizing that he had started a war. England and France threw back in defense of their OTP, followed closely by your own family who was just eager to fight. Your own OTP jumping behind the couch they had just been leaning on. Both of their stances suddenly defensive, both of their backs pressed to one another. Soon every nation was in on it, throwing pillows the magical nations just kept conjuring up.

Soon enough pillows were less commonly thrown and more common was bundles of feathers as their cases had exploded, and began cascading through the air. Nations were screaming and throwing whatever pillows and feathers and cases they could find. Taking down nation after nation, and trying to keep them down.

You laughed wildly as a pillow from Estonia smacked you sideways and down into a pile of feathers and broken pillows that had piled up at your feet. The sensation felt like you were trying to swim in marshmallows. You heard a thick smack from above you but the feathers made it hard to see America until he appeared in front of you, mere inches from your face. He was still smiling and struggling to keep his eyes open over his beam. "Don't worry Miss, I'll save you! I'm the hero!" He struck a pose and you laughed harder at him, questioning if he really had fallen on accident. You still were having a hard time breathing from how intense it had gotten, so your laugh came out as wispy and silent as your breath itself.

You forced your breathing to focus and between gasps managed, "No thanks, junior."

His face fell, "Well why not?"

"Ever save a city before?"

"I saved Austria when he was lost on the beach last week, does that count? He's a country!"

"He's a representative."

"Ok um...well-"

"Thought so," you snickered as you nudged him with your foot

"But you're a damsel in distress aren't you? I can't just leave you here!"

"I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle it." You leaned forward so you were propped up on your elbows and pulled America down to your level with a tug on the belt loop of his pants making his knees buckle, "Have a nice day." You gave him a dazzling little sarcastic smile.

"Well in that case," he smiled back leaning forward, "I'll have to capture you and keep you myself," he winked. You laughed as you were pushed back down into the pillows trying to swat him off of you.

His hands were pinning your wrists down and his knees held your legs close together so you couldn't kick. It was enough pressure to keep you down but not enough to hurt you. You couldn't stop laughing at the fun you two were having and how smooth he was, "I thought you were the hero?"

He put a pillowcase over his face, the owner had exploded earlier in your fight. "You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villain and you know I'm more or less immortal." You were thankful that the line ended differently than the last time he had said it in the closet.

"What a shame, I never got a spider style kiss," you gave him a small pout.

"Maybe I could be the hero one more time," you could tell he was smiling by the tone of his voice.

You leaned back up and he backed up, your face serious you had wanted to kiss America for the longest time and you didn't want the moment to be lost. You put your hand at the rim of the cover and began pushing it up along America's jaw line. "Careful," he answered as your fingers touched the base of his lips. You rolled it up around his lips and leaned in, you almost had hit his lips when he said, "You won't tell anyone right?" you knew he wasn't talking about the kiss.

You shook your head no, "You're secret is safe with me."

He pulled the hood completely off of his head, his hair staticy and swishing the direction you had pulled the bag off. You pretended to give a small gasp and he smiled at you, "Where were we?"

You brushed your fingertips against his cheek, "Somewhere around here."

"I think it was a little closer," he moved your fingers over to his lips and kissed their tips lightly, "About here."

You smiled almost as big as before and leaned in, this time without blush all over your face.